Let's stop for a moment and see what picture has just been painted. A suspicious Black youth with his hand in his waistband, on a rainy night, is roaring the streets of a gated community. You say he has something in his hands, he might be on drugs, i.e. intoxicated, (not in his right state of mind) and that he starts to run away from you. You then get out of your vehicle and chase after this suspicious looking Black youth that had his hand in his waistband, then appeared to have something in his hand. I'm a martial artist and I would have stayed my ass in the car, so why would Zimmerman get out of his? He was looking for some action! Because in his mind he must have already realized, “What do I do if I catch him? He's armed, dangerous, so I must be ready to match his force or neutralize him. But in truth, Zimmerman knew Trayvon couldn't have been that gangster, after all, he ran away from him! In other words, Zimmerman had already sized him up and accessed his level of threat. With this assessment in hand, he initiated the confrontation. (If Zimmerman had let Trayvon run away, none of this would have happened.) The two met up and a struggle ensued. They were wrestling on the ground as far as we know. There was screaming and then a gunshot. Trayvon Martin, the 17-year old who was visiting his father, laid dead. When you listen to the nuisances of Zimmerman's voice, the verbal cues, you get a sense that Zimmerman was on a mission that night.
I have not gone into all of the contradictory witnesses and controversies, like did Zimmerman utter a racial slur (Coons) or who was actually screaming, him or Trayvon. I stayed close to the initial 911 call and extracted details, and derived assumptions from it. Zimmerman must have been a tough guy in order for him to run after a Black teenager, who he thought might have had a gun. But of course, Zimmerman was the one who had the gun, and had been trained how to use it. Zimmerman was the one who was advised not to chase after Trayvon yet the place where Trayvon was shot was in the back area of the complex while Zimmerman truck was out front. (Mind you, Zimmerman told the police “he had stepped out of his truck to check the name of the street he was on when Trayvon attacked him from behind as he walked back to his truck.”) Zimmerman's voice is cool, calm, and collected. We hear no fear in his voice, to the contrary, we hear confidence, maybe even a sense of duty. But Zimmerman is the one that had an axe to grind; he didn't want those assholes or punks—those criminals—to get away. If anything Zimmerman was the criminal--he had been arrested in 2005 on charges of resisting arrest with violence and battery on a law enforcement officer. His father, a retired Virginia magistrate undoubtedly was instrumental in later getting the charges dropped. (Talk about "props" there wasn't even the procedural toxicology exam done on Zimmerman, but one was done on Trayvon.) Zimmerman also had been the subject of earlier complaints by residents of the gated community in which he and Martin's family lived. At an emergency homeowner's association meeting earlier that month, "one man was escorted out because he openly expressed his frustration because he had previously contacted the Sanford Police Department about Zimmerman approaching him and even coming to his home." There were additional complaints about Zimmerman's tactics" in his role as the self-appointed neighborhood watch captain.
Sanford in particular, and Florida in general has a history (actually many states) of horrific racial violence and injustice. From the Seminole Wars to Rosewood and beyond, Florida has its proud white supremacist tradition. Sanford is a town that has its racial history; it is where the Brooklyn Dodgers had one of their training camps. Their General Manager tried to conceal from the people of Sanford that Jackie Robinson was practicing there for his big league debut. Robinson and his wife were instructed by Branch Rickey not to stay at any Sanford hotels and to eat at only Black restaurants. But the town found out and the mayor of Sanford confronted by a large group of angry white residents, forced Rickey to act. Concerned for Robinson’s life, the team sent him to stay in Daytona Beach.
Florida is not a Black-friendly state. (Actually, what state is?) And the proof of this is evident in this month's events. For example, Port Canaveral Police Sgt. Ron King was terminated because he used a likeness of Trayvon Martin as a target for officer's target practice. Another Florida law enforcement officer, Lieutenant Ron Johnson of Winter Park, quickly retired after an internal investigation revealed that regarding the Trayvon Martin, he said, "This is why they should be drowned at birth." How about Zimmerman's brother, Robert, who recently tweeted two photos, one of Trayvon, and the other of De’Marquise Elkins, a the 17-year-old teen who allegedly shot a baby to death in Georgia after he asked the baby’s mother for money. He tweeted these photos to Brietbart News, the NRA, the NAACP, Anthony of Opie and Anthony, and Michael Moore, as if drawing a parallel between the two youth, and vindicating his brother's actions. These words accompanied the photo, “A picture speaks a thousand words…. Any questions? And remember the Miami-Dade fire captain, Brian Beckmann, who asserted that Trayvon's death was the fault of “failed, shitbag, ignorant, pathetic, welfare dependent excuses for parents." During the course of this year, a number of state politicians, media personalities, and officials have made similar asinine statements. So, rather than contrition, guilt, shame, or even benign apathy, many Floridians are arrogantly and venomously defending Zimmerman's actions, which makes me ponder the question, "Can Trayvon get justice in Florida?" No, "Can Trayvon get justice in America," that's the bigger question. But the biggest question of all is, “Can an Afrikan get justice any place in the world?"