According to the police report of his murder on the night of February 26, Trayvon Martin stood exactly six feet tall. In death, he has become a hundred times larger.
I believe that’s because crass opportunists are using his corpse as a political Macy’s Parade balloon.
I could be wrong, you know. Unlike a lot of mouths spouting off about the events leading to Trayvon’s murder at the hands of George Zimmerman on that rainy Sunday night in the seedy little gator-hunting town of Sanford, FL, I don’t claim to know what happened. That’s because I wasn’t there. More importantly, I don’t claim to know WHY it happened. That’s because I wasn’t inside the killer’s mind.
Sorry if that may strike you as an impudently objective approach. I realize that many people find even the feeblest attempt at non-partisan fairness to be off-putting at the very least. These days, any public display of open-mindedness makes a lot of people dizzy and has been known to induce agita in readers with sensitive metabolisms.
Although modern journalism suffers no shortage of liars, most of the false impressions it creates are more due to a careful omission of facts. And in the Trayvon Martin case, I’ve seen a whole lotta cherry-pickin’ goin’ on. Due to the way the saga is being framed, as well as the fact that it’s swollen into the top news story in America, a rancid little tug in the pit of my stomach tells me this could all get a lot more dangerous, and quickly.
The flames are being fanned by paid scribes and well-compensated activists who’ve been salivating for a good old-fashioned white-on-black hate crime, even though this isn’t technically one of those.