Am I George Zimmerman?
The sun emerged, radiating energy on the Olympic Range as I rattled in my dirty Chevy truck toward the neighborhood market this morning to buy orange juice and donuts for my children, five of whom look a lot like Trayvon Martin. I paused at the silhouette of a young black family waiting for the 128 in West Seattle in the early morning sunshine. All dressed in their Sunday best, on Saturday…I wondered what great adventure they had planned for the day. My smile extended to them without expectation as I moved closer to my destination. The events of the past month ricocheted through my head as I drove past the family. February 26-Young boy in hoodie shot dead in Florida. Police-No response because there is no reason “not to believe” the shooter. Questions of social justice—would a black man who shoots a white boy wearing Hollister be treated the same way? March 22-Thousands march, requesting justice for Trayvon—still no action March 23-Woman in crowd shouts to Rick Santorum as he ...