Thursday, March 22, 2012

Trayvon Martin.

I've just listened to this tape in its entirety.

Trayvon Martin 911 Calls

This boy was 17. He was walking back from the store. He was in possession of Skittles and Tea. His hood was up. It was raining and someone was following him. My hood would be up, too.

You cannot pursue someone and simultaneously call out for help. He was chased down. He was afraid. He needed help.

The police officer directed the man NOT to pursue this child.

One man chuckled nervously on the phone with 911 as he stated "Yeah he's screaming for help, but I'm not going out there."

This is more than tragic. More than disgusting. Hearing his screams. The final sounds to escape his throat before his death and they were a desperate call for help. That won't leave me.

Whether Zimmerman is locked away or not, this family will not recover. I would not recover. The justice system has failed in letting the gun man escape and that should be rectified - but it will do NOTHING to right this wrong. Nothing will give life back to this innocent child, and nothing will erase his screams from the minds of everyone that cared for him.

There is no hope for the human race.


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