A recent blogger from GlobalGrind goes on a rant about how the tragic death of Trayvon Martin should be blamed not on the his RACIST murderer but on black people who wear hoodies that are stereotyped as “suspicious” because of their clothing. Not only does the blogger try to blame his death on his clothing choice and black people but also completely misses the point of the tragic death and injustice based on racism. To this day Trayvon Martin killer has not been arrested and protests along with national uproar continue to fuel the debate.
Dear Black People,
Look in the mirror; are you the reason why Trayvon Martin is dead?
This morning when I woke up, I put on my black Invisible Bully hoodie, a pair of blue jeans and my sneakers. As I looked in the mirror I thought of Michael Skolnik’s blog. I hate to admit it, but I looked suspicious. Then my heart sank into the pit of my stomach as I thought to myself, ‘Could I be to blame for Trayvon Martin’s death?’
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I started crying right there. My heart filled with guilt as I couldn’t help but feel I have in some way propelled the stereotypes that plague black men.
I’ve learned to live with those stereotypes. We quickly learn that our dreams ain’t what it seems. All black men know these streets are not safe for us. We know that we might end up on the wrong side of a cop’s bullet for pulling out our wallets. We know that seeing a cop doesn’t make us feel protected or safe, but instead, fear for our lives.
Since I was a young boy, that is how I learned to live. And unless things change I’ll raise my sons the same way. At any moment, a young black male can end up like Trayvon Martin.
I embraced the hip-hop culture. I remember wearing my headphones on the train singing rap lyrics from Wu-Tang, Biggie, and others. I was expressing the struggles of what blacks have to go through in America. But to others, I was just a rowdy urban youth, up to no good, in desperate need of a belt. Hip-hop captures those emotions we felt better than anything, but instead of identifying it as giving voice to our cries for help, they dubbed it gangsta rap…. Read more
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