What Makes Trayvon Any Scarier Than Me?
Iceaura said:
Of course he did, and yes he was - he'd lost sight of him when he ran away, but not for lack of effort. And Martin was the one under attack - anything he did was self defense.
I think you're aware that I'm a subscriber to the notion of "background racism", much like "background radiation" in the cosmos.
I mention this because if we look at what a black person did or didn't do in one of these cases that makes him suspicious or dangerous or whatever, and compare that to what a white person can do that
isn't suspicious or dangerous or whatever, the disparity really ought to be apparent.
Or, as
Robin D. G. Kelley noted after the verdict:
The NRA and the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC), the conservative lobbying group responsible for drafting and pushing "Stand Your Ground" laws across the country, insist that an armed citizenry is the only effective defense against imminent threats, assailants, and predators.
But when George Zimmerman fatally shot Trayvon Martin, an unarmed, teenage pedestrian returning home one rainy February evening from a neighborhood convenience store, the NRA went mute. Neither NRA officials nor the pro-gun wing of the Republican Party argued that had Trayvon Martin been armed, he would be alive today. The basic facts are indisputable: Martin was on his way home when Zimmerman began to follow him—first in his SUV, and then on foot. Zimmerman told the police he had been following this "suspicious-looking" young man. Martin knew he was being followed and told his friend, Rachel Jeantel, that the man might be some kind of sexual predator. At some point, Martin and Zimmerman confronted each other, a fight ensued, and in the struggle Zimmerman shot and killed Martin.
Zimmerman pursued Martin. This is a fact. Martin could have run, I suppose, but every black man knows that unless you're on a field, a track, or a basketball court, running is suspicious and could get you a bullet in the back. The other option was to ask this stranger what he was doing, but confrontations can also be dangerous—especially without witnesses and without a weapon besides a cell phone and his fists. Florida law did not require Martin to retreat, though it is not clear if he had tried to retreat. He did know he was in imminent danger.
Where was the NRA on Trayvon Martin's right to stand his ground? What happened to their principled position? Let's be clear: the Trayvon Martins of the world never had that right because the "ground" was never considered theirs to stand on. Unless black people could magically produce some official documentation proving that they are not burglars, rapists, drug dealers, pimps or prostitutes, intruders, they are assumed to be "up to no good." (In the antebellum period, such documentation was called "freedom papers.") As Wayne LaPierre, NRA's executive vice president, succinctly explained their position, "The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun." Trayvon Martin was a bad guy or at least looked and acted like one. In our allegedly postracial moment, where simply talking about racism openly is considered an impolitic, if not racist, thing to do, we constantly learn and re-learn racial codes. The world knows black men are criminal, that they populate our jails and prisons, that they kill each other over trinkets, that even the celebrities among us are up to no good. Zimmerman's racial profiling was therefore justified, and the defense consistently employed racial stereotypes and played on racial knowledge to turn the victim into the predator and the predator into the victim. In short, it was Trayvon Martin, not George Zimmerman, who was put on trial. He was tried for the crimes he may have committed and the ones he would have committed had he lived past 17. He was tried for using lethal force against Zimmerman in the form of a sidewalk and his natural athleticism.
This is one of the most important aspects of this tragic tale. It's what our neighbor from Toronto, and others in the Cult of GeeZee seem unable to assimilate or accommodate in their outlooks. The law, and the environment in which it occurs, were never intended to be equal.
This is what it's for, and the erasure of everything anyone else does that is suspicious or threatening or otherwise scary, is the reason why.
A black dude talking on the phone is scary and dangerous.
A vigilante with a gun, hunting a black dude for talking on the phone, is a hero.
And they don't want to admit that it really does come down to such basic things as skin color. Yet watch the appeals to Trayvon da Thug. The cornerstone fear factor
depends on the fact of dark skin.
I know damn well the things I discussed with my friends. I know damn well how ugly it would sound. The things we would say about women? Our tough-guy talk? And this was a
Jesuit school, for heaven's sake. My reputation as a Satanist? And we adored that kind of attention. To see real, actual fear in someone's eyes simply because that person imagined something. Wow.
What makes Trayvon scarier than me at that age?
No, really?
Not enough blood in a fight? Ooohhh, scary!
Pfft! I mean, Jesus
fuck, what is wrong with these people? There are people in this world who never for a moment doubted my general goodness, or whatever you want to call it, when I was a teenager even as they sat there listening to me explain how I wanted to literally cut out a specific person's heart. In reality, I simply shook his hand. And, yes, to this day I regret even offering him
that human courtesy. But at that age, there couldn't have been enough blood; he didn't have enough in his body. He didn't have enough bones to break. He didn't have enough souls to devour. He could only die once. I can't imagine what the SMS record would have looked like if we had it at the time.
What makes Trayvon scarier than me at that age?
Somewhere in this world, I'm on videotape throwing a Molotov cocktail. Flashing a weapon? I used it.
What makes Trayvon scarier than me at that age?
I smoked pot the first time when I was seventeen, though it
was my birthday weekend, so ... yeah, split the hair if we need, right? And, of course, I probably could have told anyone then that I was in for the rest of my life. I actually finally said it out loud a year and a half later. I lived throught the nineties, especially the latter half, in a permanent haze. I am a pacifist insofar as I hew to a vaguely expressed bit of wisdom allegedly from a Japanese tradition asserting that violence is an inefficient means of accomplishing anything.
What makes Trayvon scarier than me?
I outgrew a number of stupid, youthful attitudes. Of course, I also had the chance to outgrow them. Because I'm not scary. Well, except to certain Christian teenagers who would have been more likely to assault me with holy water balloons at worst than believe I was a genuinely mortal threat.
And no, they never did the holy water balloons. Although they did try to frame me for arson, once upon a time. I still don't know what the fuck was up with that. And there were the locker thefts; nobody ever said who fingered us for that one, either, but the thing is that in both cases, well .... No, really, I don't know. The locker theft thing was on, over, and done with before we knew what it was about. Literally, like flash, bam, five seconds later the football coach understands that we have no idea what we're being questioned about. But the arson one? See, the thing is that after they realized that we were under observation elsewhere at the time of the crime (the parking lot was always under watch), the whole thing went away, and I don't think we ever heard who actually set the fire in the trash can. I don't think they ever bothered to try to find out. But it should be noted that the fire alarm never went off, either. Damnedest thing, to find out the school was set on fire while you were out hitting on the upperclass stoner chicks in the parking lot. You would
think we would have been accounted for in a fire evacuation? But ... there ... er ... right.
I ramble on because, really, this whole trip through nostalgia, that doesn't include the time I actually
did set other buildings on fire (albeit accidentally), or any of the other really, really,
really stupid things I did that would make me ask the same question over and over again:
What makes Trayvon any scarier than me?
And that's the question the GeeZee Guard cannot answer.
And we all know it's not
just me. I'm not the only one who can ask that question. Not nearly. Hell, this is one of those occasions when I'm probably part of a majority in our society. What makes Trayvon any scarier than me?
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Notes:
Kelley, Robin D. G. "The U.S. v. Trayvon Martin: How the System Worked ". The Huffington Post. July 15, 2013. HuffingtonPost.com. August 20, 2013. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robin-d-g-kelley/nra-stand-your-ground-trayvon-martin_b_3599843.html