“As the mother of two sons (and a daughter), I’ve become accustomed to the warnings attendant to young African-American boys as they mature into men.
Don’t talk back to police officers . . . for God’s sake, don’t run from them. Even if you’re not doing anything wrong, be prepared to enter a world that often views you with suspicion, and sometimes fear. Carry yourself respectably. Prove the prejudiced ones wrong.”
Joy-Ann Reid a writer with The Miami Herald wrote those very words in response to the shooting death of Trayvon Martin. We black mothers have repeated these statements to our black sons for generations. It is a shame that this message is just as important in 2012, as it was over 100 years ago.
We are all aware of the horrific circumstances surrounding the cold blooded murder of Trayvon Martin. Yes Trayvon’s death was cold blooded and in my eyes a racist and hatred filled move that was calculated down to the very minute Trayvon Martin inhaled his last breath.
When I heard the news of the shooting death of 17 year Trayvon Martin by George Zimmerman I cried. As you can see I did not say alleged shooting death because to me the evidence is clear.
Trayvon’s death has shaken me to the core. Each time I heard the account I cried. I asked within my heart and I questioned out loud “why did such a thing happen?”
I am not a police officer nor am I an expert on law, but just as others have asked, I also wonder, “Why is George Zimmerman still walking the streets a free man?”
The day I heard the 911 call of Trayvon’s screams and cries for help my heart broke into. Though Trayvon is not my son I cried as if he I had given birth to him, only to have him snatched away. Yes I know he is not my child and I know that I have never met the young man, but I feel as if I have lost my own. In reality I suppose that I have.
As a black mother I worry about my son growing up in this place called America. I worry about losing him to the madness of the streets and now racist executioners such as Zimmerman. The words of Trayvon’s mother still resonates “I have a hole in my heart.”
I am sure many may feel that I am being harsh on George Zimmerman. I know that only God can judge and man is not guilty until proven as such, by a court of law. But it appears that the same group that was created to uphold the law is turning a blind eye.
As a black woman at times I worry about the things my son will have to face as a black man. Even though I try to bury this fear, it rears its ugly head, nonetheless. I am also sure that someone may be wondering why I am upset. He was not my son so why am I concerned. Again as a black woman and a black mother I feel as if I have lost my own.
One would think that in the year 2012thingswould be different. But of course we know this is not the case. It’s as if the lynching has never stopped. I wish I could hop on a plane to Florida to protest and scream for my Trayvon. I wish I could face George Zimmerman and scream to the top of my lungs “why did you take our child?”
Sadly I cannot hop on a plane to Florida and I am sure that I will never get the opportunity to confront the monster that stole Trayvon from those that loved him. There are too many questions that need to be answered and because of this fact we cannot let this rest.
I pray that justice is served for Trayvon Martin.
I pray as a black woman and mother that justice prevails for
Trayvon’s mother, father, family and friends.
I pray that Zimmerman has not been given the okay in his mind that it is fine to snuff out the life of another black prince.