For a long time I’ve contemplated writing a post about the murder of Trayvon Martin. After reading a number of blogs, seeing numerous pictures on facebook, and attending a rally in Union Square (NYC), I have found myself conflicted. There have been many issues raised in relation to this shooting: the pervasiveness of racism in America, the reality of racial profiling, the response of Black America to this shooting, the response of rest of America to this shooting from the perspective of Black America, the response of politicians and T.V. personalities to this shooting… and the list goes on.
However, one thing that is certain is that this young man died way before his time. Not only as a Black male who could have just as easily met the same fate, but as a human being who is appreciative for every second God has bestowed upon me, I say rest in peace to Trayvon Benjamin Martin. You died way before your time. My condolences to your family.
While I wish it was possible to conclude this blog post here, the implications of race are so ingrained that they are impossible to ignore. I can honestly say that I don’t know the best way to articulate all of my thoughts and feelings in clear and concise way, but I did come across an article in Time Magazine that drew my attention. I’m going to post the link below for anyone interested.
I don’t really have any words of comfort for anyone who has been affected by this crime in the same or more dramatic fashion as myself. But, these lyrics have been stuck in my head and heart from the time I was a child and have be resonating from my lips for the last few hours. I hope it helps.
Lift every voice and sing,
till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the
dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
let us march on till victory is won.
Love to learn and learn to love. Lest we forget where we have stepped.