I’m trapped with a TV again.. waiting in an airport on my way home. There’s a TV here that I can’t escape.. Again, the running story is the tragedy of the 17 year old kid, Trevon Martin who was shot by a volunteer security guy. I’ve been here for about 45 minutes and the conversation continues, the same image of the smiling kids, the face of the guy who killed him. the police videos, the grieving parents. Then a quick cut.. and an aging entertainer comes on the show.. he sings a few songs.. then the shows host brings the conversation back to Trevon Martin.. What’s going on here ? This is not an issue of race, it’s not an issue of vigilantism.. it’s a tragic mistake.. two people in the wrong place, and dreadfully wrong circumstances.. and at least 4 shattered lives..
A bit ago the news guy had an interview with Trevon’s parents.. he was asking them questions like “was your son’s killing racially motivated”, “what do you think should happen now”.. and on and one. The poor kids parents were remarkably composed. They were clearly grief stricken and angry.. but they did their best to answer the questions posed to them.. My heart just went out to them.. Here they were in the center of a huge media spectacle of a huge media circus.. and they just needed to grieve.. Anyone who’s been through sudden loss like this will back me up on this.. there is no time or logic so close to a death of a loved one.. you just need to go to that really dark place and try to take it in.. and you need to be surrounded by love… not anger.. not curiosity.. not questioning. What’s happening to those poor folks is the worst torture I can imagine on top of the deepest loss. I wish the the world could leave them alone for just a few days..

I don’t know these folks, but I’m sending out love and support to all of them.. .on both sides.
nite all, nite sam
-me