Totally shouldn't have commented in that thread. Too much emotional baggage on my end.
Couldn't help it because I've been in that kid's shoes, being followed at night by a strange white man. The memory is chilling because I was a split decision from stabbing this guy to death.
Why? Because you already made a decision to kill that motherfucker when they come after you. Why? Because of the racial common sense stereotype I was raised with, which says no white dude who isn't a cop is crazy enough to follow me at night, unless he's does not give a fuck for my life.
If he jumps out with a pistol on him? Shit one of us is probably dying in that spot. And that's what happened here.
It's like some people refuse to look at it from the 17 year old kid's perspective. A 20-something follows me home then hops out of the car and comes up with a pistol showing, we are fighting for that pistol. 100 times out of 100. No badge = fight to the death, because why would I let him pull it and shoot me looking like a fool?
You know? I have dead friends. And this kid Trayvon was from fucking Miami. That's not fairy tale, give benefit of the doubt to dudes with pistols at night land either.
But I need to relax. Shit's fucked up though.
I know I don't ever post in here, but this might have saved me from saying something reckless.