The fatal shooting of Trayvon Martin struck fear and pain across the country. Aside for the tremendous for their parents, community, friends, and relatives, the crime conjures an eerie feeling associated with the deep, dark past of a time we never wanted to witness again.
Plain and simple: When a crime is committed, the police investigates. Period. In murder cases where there is a known assailant, somebody gets arrested. Locking in "Stand Your Ground" law doesn't -- or shouldn't -- preclude that police dismisses the shooter whose killed the teenager lying dead and now in a cold, dark grave. If this law is that much mistrued that police don't investigates, then it's a bad law. George Zimmerman's hiding out, the crime scene never got marked off, the spot of crime investigation has grown cold, and people across the country have loudly, clearly, and stubbornly painted racism on the face of the wrong-doing.
He's not a racist, says his friends. First of all, nobody is stupid enough to let a friend know he's a racist. In this day that's the last attribute you'd boldly bolster. When listening to the 911 recording, I who've had experienced racism and not just suspecting when its ugly head sneaks from underground, know how it smells, tastes, how its rough tactile, how it sounds, and its auditory function.
In this persumed "post racial era", the reality forces everyone to look at the change we all hoped had occurred.
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