Posted on 03/01/2014 3:27:31 PM PST by 2ndDivisionVet
I imagine you taller now. I imagine you ready for college or the armed forces, or sulking because the world isn’t kind to those who are fresh out of high school. I imagine you annoyed that the economy sucks and that tuition is high and scholarship opportunities are limited and the paperwork is endless.
I imagine you unsure of your next steps and grateful for the anonymity that hoodies provide when you don’t feel like talking or being seen. I imagine you unafraid. I imagine you fearless. I imagine you scared of everything and hiding behind a scowl because hip-hop taught you that. It taught me, too. It taught most of us, ranging from vanilla latte-hued to unlit charcoal, which is why we still mourn you.
We are you. I was you.
Before I became this guy, a writer of marginal success who believes in the weight of words, I used to be Trayvon Martin.
I used to mug and grimace and stare people down and look silly while doing it because I was thin and not convincing. But Washington was brutal back then, and gangster rap was the soundtrack played on repeat. I wore my pants two sizes too big because we all did, and they hung loose on my frame because I, like other black boys, was playing man. I was playing tough. It was an actual grown black man who picked up on my thug impression and would call me “Tinactin: tough acting.”
Truth is, I was struggling to carry the weight of my blackness in rooms that didn’t seem to want it or me around. I had grown my hair out wild to have it braided. I wore a Polo hoodie most days with the hood up so it hid my earphones....
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I imagine you dead, because you were a wannabe thug in a “Right to Carry” state and it was just a matter of time.
Dead, or in prison, or about to be either one.
I would imagine St. Skittles to be the father of at least one child and either in jail or dead.
liver failure?
A drug addled,drug dealing,gangsta wanna be, welfare sucking, deadbeat dad?
His drug use had rendered his liver to be in the state of an alcoholic decades his senior. Probably the “purple drank. “
A corpse or a convict.
Imagine if he killed Zimmerman.
I'd wager that the state of Florida would have tried him as an adult.
And this time it would be a murder rap.
So, Mr. Martin, just WHY were you bashing Mr. Zimmerman's head into the ground?
He was following me.
Yes, we've established that. Did he assault you in any way?
No.
So in your prior testimony you had come from the convenience store with watermelon tea and Skittles.
Couldn't you have just gone home? Wouldn't this have never happened?
Yo' honor, I was just showin' the dude how he can't diss me.
Do you feel any remorse? Mr. Zimmerman had a family and you took that away from him.
Yo, I feel real bad about that, but you got's to understand, he was disrespectin' me.
Where I come from yo honor, you either gets respck, or you get hurt.
Judge: I think we've heard enough.
The jury will please retire to their chambers and render a verdict.
Your options are: first degree murder, second degree murder or first degree manslaughter.
“I, like other black boys, was playing man. I was playing tough.”
You want tough, get your ass through MCRD or 101st Airborne school. You want tough? Hold your ground while under fire by the enemy. You want tough? Get your buddy out of the line of fire after he’s been hit.
You have no idea what tough is, you skin-worshipping racist POS.
I imagine you tossing salad in prison. Because in the real world they won’t cover up for your crimes like they did in high school to keep the offender statistics down.
I imagine him in jail. For killing George Zimmerman.
He would be # 98528036 somewhere...
Interesting. I really have not paid close attention to the case.
I suspect there are lots more out there like that in terms of drug damage to themselves, then. And, of course, you and I will pay the health care costs....
Generally with young junkies they ignore the damage until it causes them to die from their drugs.
A drug dealin’ thug who got away with murder, like O.J.
How often would St. Tray be drinking Purple Drank for this kind of damage to occur? Or do you think he was doing other drugs, too?
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