It’s been about a year since the verdict was read. The ripple effect through the black community is still causing ever so small waves in the pool of social injustice. It’s been practically a year since George Zimmerman was acquitted in the Trayvon Martin case. Do you remember where you were and how you felt? I actually remember all too clearly. Believe it or not, I was in Florida for July 4th weekend with two of my boys. We had watched the news about the progression of the case, from our villa. Twitter offered the best race commentary, during the case. When it was all said and done, people took to Facebook to express enlightened insight about the trial. We weren’t sure if Trayvon’s female friend had hurt or strengthened the case and we didn’t know if the forensics scientist’s testimony helped or hurt the prosecution. Since then, more young black men have been killed for the reason of no reason at all. Most recently, it was Michael Brown (#MichaelBrown or #JusticeforMichaelBrown). The unarmed teenager was gunned down in cold blood and shot 10 times by a police officer. His body was then left in the street for hours, before it was removed. The victim should never blame the victim. We have been conditioned to believe that when something of this magnitude happens, we have to somehow have an introspective moment, create a plan of action and really show those white people what we’re made of. But, we should just demand the police all over America stop treating us like we’re expendable animals. All of this is stuff you knew already, right? Let’s get back to the original point of this piece. What were you doing that night? I myself was spending my last night in Florida. I heard the verdict and walked to the bathroom and cried. It hurt so much. It hurt to be a black man in America and to know I had to basically apologize for being a black man in America. But I went out that night. And I am not going to lie, I had a good time. But why did I go out? Why did anyone go out? The streets of downtown Orlando were flooded with Patron drinking patrons! Why haven’t we rioted? Why did we wait a week to protest? What will it take for us to riot? When will we stop worrying more about the shade thrown by Phaedra Parks than we do our own well being, in this country? Why did I go out that night? Why wasn’t I setting flame to a cop car? I mean I was in Florida right?
We’ve got to do better. It’s up to us to challenge the status quo.
The Bearded Douche