Trayvon Martin’s Death: This White Woman’s Reality Check

Every single day for seven months out of each year my fourteen year old son leaves our home wearing a hooded sweatshirt. He loves Skittles and tea. Never once have I worried he would be shot and killed for walking down the street and talking to a friend on a cell phone. Not one single time. Most days, I am ashamed to admit, I don’t even remember what a privilege that is.

White privilege? Um…yeah. My kid is white and he wears a hoodie, and when he and his friends cross the street between the closest snack vendor and our neighborhood, nobody stops them to ask what they are doing. They are not assumed to be up to no good, nor does anyone think they don’t belong here. They are white kids in rural Tennessee. They belong here–whatever the hell that means–and that turns my stomach inside out.

Occasionally, I do worry that he or his sister will be treated badly because I’m a lesbian, but even in our very conservative and sometimes close-minded town, I most often feel that they will be safe. Of course, you can’t tell by looking at my children that their mother is different from the other mothers. The same cannot be said of Trayvon Martin and his mother.

Trayvon Martin, a 17-year-old in a suburb of Orlando, Florida, was shot and killed by a man who, even after being told by the 911 operator to back off, pursued him and shot him in the chest. His killer, self-appointed neighborhood watch captain George Zimmerman, claims he was protecting his property and that ultimately, this was an act of self-defense.

This won’t happen to my son because he is white.

No, my son is not bulletproof. Do not misunderstand me. Bullets care not for the color of my son’s sun-kissed skin, or his feathery blond hair. If someone shoots him in the chest — much less from a distance short enough that they could have instead reached out to shake hands — he will die… just like Trayvon Martin died.

But people who hold guns care deeply about the color of my son’s skin — as do teachers and neighbors, executives and stay-at-home moms, and every other person from sea to shining sea. . . even if they don’t want to.The truth is, we all see color. People with every single shade of skin, from every age, political leaning, economic status, etc., see color if they see at all. We see one another through our filters, and sometimes our filters tell us lies. That’s what happened to George Zimmerman. His filter told him that a young black man walking through his gated community was “suspicious,” and it was a lie.

Tragically, Zimmerman believed the lie. There is no part of me that believes, based on what I’ve read and watched, that he shot Martin for recreation. This was not a hate crime in the same way that Mathew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr., were murdered for being gay or black. This was violence perpetuated by fear, a reaction to the little voices in Zimmerman’s head that misconstrued a situation into a fantasy — a deadly one.

I’m unsure which of those two scares me more but, honestly, I believe it is the latter. It’s the kind of fear that lives right here in my community, in our schools, our neighborhoods. And fine, I’ll admit it, even in my head.

This is the same fear behind the failed attempt to prohibit the government in Nashville, Tennessee, from using any language other than English. This is the same fear that creates opposition to place of worship because those who attend will worship God as Muslims instead of as Christians. This is the same fear that compels others to “protect traditional marriage” by banning marriages like mine. This is the same fear that… well, look around you. Examples of this fear are woven consistently and strongly throughout life as we know it.

I can’t stop thinking about the fact that Trayvon Martin was hunted by his killer. Evidenced by the recording of his own 911 call, Zimmerman literally chased him down. Trayvon was trying to get away because he was scared. Zimmerman was so consumed by his fear that he couldn’t even recognize that he was actually giving Martin a reason to act suspiciously, to try to get away. A man with a gun was hunting a boy with Skittles and tea, and the man was so consumed by his fear that he couldn’t even see what was happening inside him.

George Zimmerman killed Trayvon Martin, and he didn’t even recognize that he was being driven by fear.

The fear-driven killing of Trayvon Martin isn’t the first of this kind, not even close. But every tragedy like this, every injustice, seems like trying to start a wave at a football game. Some attempts cultivate the attention of 20 or 75 or 300 or 1,000. Some go all the way, around and around until the people are one.

Never has there been an experience like this that went completely unnoticed. But, never has there been one in which everyone allowed themselves to be consumed by the wave of possibility. There’ve been maybe 10,000 people enraged or engaged, or even a million or more, but not everyone.

We’re being given that invitation again now. Nothing we can do now will justify the taking of Trayvon Martin’s life. Period. But, please, please, please let this be the last false start of that wave that can take the fearful energy that is consuming our country, and return it to love.

Let us be consumed this time. Let us rise up and demand justice. Let us throw up our arms, long and strong and proud, so that others will feel encouraged to join us. Let us raise our voices stronger than we’ve ever raised them before. Let us have the courage to explore how this tragedy could happen in America in the year 2012.

Let us at least have the courage to admit that this did happen, that it happened on our watch; and let us not pretend that we didn’t have plenty of evidence that it could. No more silence, for that is the darkness that breeds fear and we can no longer afford to sacrifice even a single person to hate. Let us be honest with ourselves today. Let us be broken open by the horror of this story, for it is only in that openness that a seed of hope can be planted.

Let us consider the equity of our mindset: If you would feel outraged if that bullet had gone into my precious son’s white chest, then — for the love of whatever you find holy — be outraged right now.

Our son is your son.” – Sybrina Fulton, Trayvon Martin’s Mother
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I, like most of you, am not an attorney or an investigator, and I don’t even live in Florida. I am a white woman whose heart has been shattered by this vicious reality check. But, what now? How can we let this life-changing experience change us? We can see the need for healing, for change, for this wave of love, but we are paralyzed.

This simply is not enough. Stopping here, with the horror and heartache, and slowly returning to who/what we were before Trayvon Martin died simply isn’t enough. I am reminded of a conversation I had many moons ago with my friend Caroline Blackwell who is now the Executive Director of the Metro Human Relations Commission in Nashville, Tennessee. She has been a most inspiring and gentle guide as I’ve begun to explore matters of diversity and inclusion.

Nearing the end of this conversation, I was completely overwhelmed by the magnitude of the obstacles, all that stands between our reality today and true equality for all. I stumbled and bumbled, and finally, I was able to choke out, “There’s so much that’s broken. Where do we… How can it… What can I do?” What follows is the essence of what I learned from her that day.

We start by talking about it, people like you and me, and others who care about these issues, so that others can begin to care, too. We talk about what we see and what we think, and feel. We create safe spaces, like the circles we use here in our community, in which people can come together to talk about our needs and our fears, our hopes and realities. We explore our thoughts and our beliefs, with ourselves and with others. By sharing ourselves in this way, we begin to learn to value our differences and similarities. . .  We start by talking about it.

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427 comments

Peggy B.
Peggy B.3 years ago

Joni M.,

Get it right - white people represent only 10% of the earth's population. Therefore, they are the MINORITY - not the world's people of colour: red, yellow & black.

Peggy B.

Valerie A.
Valerie A.3 years ago

Thanks

Lika S.
Lika S.3 years ago

I am in a very interracial neighborhood. Some people call this a "transitional" neighborhood, because if you go a couple blocks east, it gets worse, yet if you go west, it's better. Going north, you run into the park and hit working class people. Go south, and it's dotted with the same, or with slightly better.

I'm actually glad that there is someone from all people represented in my neighborhood. It teaches my son that people are people. We all bleed red, and a mother mourns for her child. If you're going to have stereotypes, make them the good ones.

Reggie Thomas
Reggie Thomas3 years ago

If that Florida law was not present or pass by Jeb Bush,that would NOT have happened.Out of the the 50 States,Florida is the State to have that "Stand yur ground crap"amazing what Republicans would pass into law with thinking if it would be abuse.

Charlene Rush
Charlene Rush3 years ago

About 2 months ago, someone told me, that we no longer need Afirmative Action.

This current, unfortunate situation is a perfect example, of why we need Afirmative Action, as much as we ever have.

If there is anyone, who does not comprehend this, the explanation if too complicated for your brain to rationalize.

Alison Arnold
Alison A.3 years ago

Thanks for posting.

Margarita G.
Margarita G.3 years ago

Thank You, I really appreciate your article! It is really important to grow in Love and Compassion and start to believe in a better world free of hate and fears!

Sindy C.
Sindy C.3 years ago

Thank you for writing and sharing. I wholeheartedly support the repeal.

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lis Gunn
lis Gunn3 years ago

@ Joni M You perhaps take your own advice and suspend your judgement until the case comes to trial (if it ever does). To the rest of the world watching from the sidelines, it certainly has racial overtones. And racially inflammatory names like "coon" I thought had been removed from the language.
So many things and ideas Americans have a right to be proud of but the racial segregation aspects of your history is not one of them.

The article above was so eloquent and thought provoking but some of the comments in response have been so bigoted and intolerant (and incidentally off topic) e.g.. let the military do the fighting like in Afghanistan and Iraq. Fine as far as it goes but when you have an armed general populace, you are going to have fighting among yourselves.

We are all humans and when wounded, we bleed regardless of our skin colour.

Mary Robert
Mary Robert3 years ago

Thanks for this excellent article. For us white people, there is so much priviledge built into our culture that many of us never realize how profoundly priviledged we are. When I walk down the street, not only do I feel safe, I don't wonder if other people cross the street because they are afraid of me. If you're white, it's easy to pretend that the media is just playing the race card. But the sad fact is that racism is a poison embedded in all our lives whether we want to acknowledge it or not. The race card was dealt centuries ago and the game has been crooked ever sense. Black people can't "play" the race card, they just have to live it.