A friend told me recently that he enjoys my blog because I write about things on the micro-scale, even though the world (the macro-scale) is going to hell in a hand basket (sidebar: whence that phrase?). The truth, I told him, is that our problems are so large, so scary and the politics of them are so venal, that if I wrote about that I fear I will slip irretrievably into the abyss.
But I can’t continue to blog about the wedding without taking time out to meditate on the killing of one unarmed young man by some self-appointed and armed neighborhood watchman.
And the police didn’t even arrest the shooter or bring him in for questioning. It is a moral outrage.
The final straw was the statement by Geraldo Rivera, that young Trayvon Martin should not have been wearing a hoodie.
(Sidebar: Geraldo, the man who never quite recovered from finding nothing in Al Capone underground safe.)
Is Geraldo saying that a plausible defense is that “the hoodie did it?”
Geraldo, I am a white, Jewish, middle-aged, lesbian and I wear a hoodie when I go to the gym. Of course, you would not suggest that my hoodie would somehow be the reason for an assault on me.
Geraldo, you know that you meant that young black men should know better: if Trayvon Martin don’t want to get killed, he should have dressed like a model straight from the Brooks Brothers catalog. You seem very comfortable with acknowledging and codifying this undercurrent of deadly racism.
Are you kidding me?
People don’t carry guns unless they are ready to use them. So, the shooter is responsible every time that gun is fired. But, if I follow your logic (I can’t really get my head that far up my rectum), Trayvon practically put the gun in the shooter’s hand and begged him to pull the trigger.
Shame on you and all of the other people on that TV show who let you spew this stupidity and insanity without challenge.
I am a mother and my heart is breaking for Trayvon’s parents and all parents who have lost children to this kind of insanity.