Well Mr. Obama, he couldn’t have been me.
I didn’t find the need to go out late at night and pick up Skittles. Walking home I wouldn’t find it smart to walk through a housing tract in dark areas behind homes. In those days I wouldn’t have found it reasonable to bet a man’s head on the sidewalk or break his nose, even if he did walk up to me and ask me what I was doing. And if he hadn’t done that, I would never have assaulted him.
If you are in any way seeing yourself in Trayvon Martin, it may tell you one thing, but it certainly tells me something different. It tells me you had no common sense at that age. It tells me you see no problem of breaking a man’s nose and hitting his head on the sidewalk over and over.
And what’s more, it tells me that at your age, you still don’t have a lick of sense.
I know, right? Could not have been me, either. Or my kids. Seemingly we were all too busy going to school and work at Trayvon’s age. We stayed out of trouble and held part-time jobs, already were paying taxes, doing homework, getting good grades, partipating in sports and scouts. Just like Trayvon, right?