The eyes see, but the mouth speaks not.
A man shot an unarmed boy on February 26, 2012, he claimed self-defense, but he had the gun. The boy was Black, the man was White, but he had the gun.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. Martin Luther King Had a dream. People say that dream has been realized. Has it?
On November 23, 2012, a man shot 10 bullets into a red SUV containing no weapons, spilling a teenagers red blood over music he didn’t like. The man was white, the Kids in the van were black, but he had the gun.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. Martin Luther King had a dream.
People say that dream has been realized. Has it?
In the summer of 2005, two guards shot 7 times into a car that was pulling away from them in fear. They claimed that they had been afraid for their lives. They claimed they shot head on. The bullet was pulled out of the driver’s back. They had not identified themselves to the occupants of the car. The guards were black, the occupants of the car were back, but they had the guns.
The stories are vast; the results are the same, the one without the gun died, the man with the gun walks. They cry self-defense and they walk away with blood on their hands that justice, in her blindness, does not seem to see.
Trayvon Martin was killed walking home from the grocery store; he had a packet of skittles and a can of iced tea in his pocket. Zimmerman had a gun. The state of Florida says: Stand your Ground. Ok!
Jordan Davis and his friends were parked at a gas station buying gum and cigarettes. Dunn had a gun in his car. The state of Florida says: Stand your Ground. Ok!
Here is what I say: Can I walk on the streets with my hoodie up without fear for my life? Can I wipe the tears from my African American mother’s eyes? Can I explain to her why her child has to die for a white man to feel safe? Where does justice end and racism begin? I hold no gun, I hold no knife, but the man with the gun says I am a threat? Where is Martin’s equality? Can I stand MY ground?
To the people who feel like me, here is what Jordan Davis’ mother has to say to us:
"You exist," she told him. "You matter. You have value. You have every right to wear your hoodie, to play your music as loud as you want. You have every right to be you. And no one should deter you from being you. You have to be you. And you can never be afraid of being you." – Lucia McBath. (http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2014/02/i-am-still-called-by-the-god-i-serve-to-walk-this-out/284064/)
So, the law says Stand Your Ground. Let’s do that. Speak Up! Be heard! Create a safer America for everyone!