Sporadically, racism skates betwixt the nation and now, in the notorious case of 17-year old Trayvon Martin, protesters are soliciting for justice.
The African-American boy was struck and killed by George Zimmerman, after neighborhood crime watch called in about observing suspicious activity. During this call, an alleged racial slur was passed by Zimmerman. Obnoxiously, the hoodie Trayvon wore, was the omen of uncertainty. He was simply on foot in a Sanford, FL gated community carrying a bag of skittles and iced tea, to pay his father visitation.
The rally pandemonium of the Million Hoodie March reached a peak and petition for an arrest in the murder. "We want justice!" reads on their billboards. Later, the news unfolded the 911 call, illustrating Trayvon was helplessly calling for abetment. To add insult to injury, the eyewitnesses word was not valuable to police officials.
His mother appeared lachrymose saying, "He's just a baby! But he's my baby!" The poor teenager was in his prime and fumbled under graduation.
Zimmerman is currently a free man and ostracized himself from the mayhem. Reportedly, this awful tragedy was not the first blotch on his criminal background. It's in his best bet to continue blanketing himself, before a random civilian grabs hold of him.
The irony in justice being the dying breed contrary to injustice, vexes everyone. Almost.
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