Trayvon, Zimmerman, and the Death of Empathy

I previously wrote about my feelings regarding Trayvon Martin’s death in my piece, “I Am Still Trayvon.” I won’t repeat it here. Instead, I will make a personal confession. The Zimmerman verdict surprised me. It didn’t surprise me because I thought he would be found guilty; instead, I was surprised that anyone was surprised by…

I Am Still Trayvon

I posted the poem below before, one of my favorites, because it is a true story. It is a simple story of how I, as a dangerous nine-year-old black boy in Pro Keds, scared an automatic-rifle-toting National Guardsman near the Safeway in Washington, D.C. It was April 1968, no more than a week or so…