Happy Birthday, Trayvon
Trayvon Martin would have been 19 years old today. Unfortunately, he was gunned down on a rainy night in his own neighborhood well before seeing this day. We've all heard the story a billion times. Someone on Instagram dared to ask me why I was bringing it up again.
Here's the thing: I really wanted to celebrate Trayvon's life by posting a photo of him. Considering the fact that he was shot dead for little to no apparent reason and his killer walked free, I think the least he deserves is a post on our social media sites. He will probably never get a national holiday or day of remembrance, so I think it's our job to make it happen. That's all.
Now, I wish I could say that my hostility and anger about the situation has lessened, or maybe that I've matured and understand the legal decision a bit more. I definitely do not, and the ruling seems more barbaric and sad every day. Meanwhile, his killer is selling paintings on eBay for hundreds of thousands of dollars and competing in "celebrity" wrestling matches.
I wish I were joking.
There's a reason I'm not using his killer's name, and I'm pledging to never do so again. He doesn't deserve it. And today should be about love, light, and the Martin's. Praying for them every single day.