The heartbreaking story of Trayvon Martin
I’ve been following this story for days, but I haven’t been able to write about it because it’s so heartbreaking. Fred Clark has an excellent roundup of coverage.
Here’s the short version: It appears that a self-appointed “neighborhood watchman” in Central Florida saw a 140-pound black boy named Trayvon Martin walking back to his father’s house. Trayvon was openly armed with the can of iced tea and bag of Skittles he just bought at the store. The “watchman” called the police, who told him not to follow. The “watchman” then followed the boy, and minutes later, the boy had been shot dead. The “watchman” has not been charged. According to the state of Florida, he was “standing his ground.”
As a citizen, I’m generally in favor of strong second-amendment rights (a position that’s pretty rare here in Massachusetts), but the second amendment doesn’t give you the right to stalk, confront and murder strangers in the street.
Sad echoes of Hattie Carroll.