Just Like a Regular Person

Yep! "Racism is over. Stop talking about it!"

The President just cannot seem to learn that we no longer have a race problem. Instead, he thinks about Trayvon Martin and then has to tell us that stuff like that happens to minorities all the time.

Look! Trayvon Martin could have avoided the problem in the first place: he could have stayed home. Instead, he went to the store and bought Skittles and tea, and walked home, just like a regular person. Trayvon Martin did an absolutely perfect impression of a regular person. When a guy in a car following him, then got out of the car, Trayvon got scared. Trayvon had no way of knowing the guy had a gun. He didn't need to know that to be scared.

Of course we should avoid the kind of language and actions that might make the death of Trayvon Martin into public mayhem and destruction! But the patently absurd suggestion from good liberal and eager conservative folk that racism is not at issue is blind at least, and perverse at most.

That kid went to the store! He was walking home. He got shot by a guy who had appointed himself to watch for the kind of dangerous people who can be identified by . . . Skittles, I guess.

Baloney, baloney, baloney!

Of course the President recognized himself in that episode! It is impossible to be Black in America and not understand that we still have a lot of work to do.

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