If it weren’t for the dangers to Americans that they pose all the “Justice For Trayvon” crap we’ve had to put up with for months would be comical due to what such things say about those involved and the gross stupidity of their claims and desires.
They scream, rant, moan, whine, and threaten riots and murder over the incident. Yet Trayvon got justice. It was delivered unto him by George Zimmerman’s pistol.
Trayvon was a young, Black man – no, it’s “racially insensitive” and demeaning to think or say a 17 year-old Black male is still a child – from a broken home who had already been suspended from school multiple times, who was sent to stay with his estranged father and his father’s new fiance in Sanford, FL due to his quite normal behavioral issues.
Sadly, for Trayvon, his walking in the dark and rain dressed in concealing clothing made him look very much like the criminals that had been plaguing the community. This drew the attention of neighborhood watchman, George Zimmerman.
It’s a fact that Zimmerman accosted Martin. It’s a very strong probability that Zimmerman was offensive, abusive. and confrontational while doing so. It was, however, Trayvon who chose to, not only continue the altercation after Zimmerman began to walk way, but escalate the encounter to physical violence.
With all the angst, confusion, and confidence of youth Trayvon decide to beat down the “creepy Cracker” who’d offended him, relying on his youth, greater speed, strength, and general ferocity to carry the night…and he was almost correct. Trayvon beat the living tar out George Zimmerman and taught him the meaning of existential fear. It was only almost though. Trayvon made some sort of mistake or Zimmerman got lucky; either way Zimmerman managed to draw the 9mm pistol that he hadn’t drawn before and shot Martin dead on the spot.
And that, dear readers, is justice. It is the rough and bloody-fanged justice untempered by mercy that life delivers upon the foolish and brash.