March 19, 2012
Taste the rainbow of injustice
The latest Jasiri X tells the story of Trayvon Martin, the kid who was shot and killed for walking with Skittles while black. Maybe you heard about it this weekend on Twitter.
I was surprised to learn just now that the guy who did it, George Zimmerman, is a fat hispanic kid and possibly inbred, based on how far apart his eyes are. I never would have guessed, from that name.
Maybe he was adopted from a facility for developmentally disabled hispanic babies by a Jewish family, one of Bob Dylan's cousins, in part for tax purposes.
He's been described in the press as a 26 year-old college student and the self-appointed head of the local neighborhood watch. He probably couldn't have won an election, because he's 26 years old and still in college. I was 23 when I graduated, and I've got serious concerns as to my own judgment.
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5-0 has yet to arrest George Zimmerman, which would lead me to believe that he's got a pretty good chance of getting away with it, even once Rev. Al "Mr. Do" Sharpton shows up. (Can Mr. Do still show up to these things now that he's got a show on MSNBC? Is that why they gave him a show?)
Florida has one of those laws where if someone walks up on you with a bag of Skittles, knowing good and well you've got what doctors like to call "a bit of a weight problem," you pull a gun out on him, and he doesn't immediately back away, you can pop a cap in his ass, because presumably he planned to force feed you those Skittles.
The 911 dispatcher on the line with George Zimmerman when he pulled the trigger told him not to, but she probably doesn't have a very sophisticated understanding of the law. Otherwise, she'd be working in a law firm other than a call center. Duh!
For all we know, she may have been answering that call from India, where all of the other calls are answered. Cities have been looking for ways to cut down on costs, because tax revenues are down, what with the state of the economy, and they keep getting taken to the cleaners by garbage men and school teachers (note the difference) cashing in hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of unused sick days and ridonkulous pensions that pay more than they actually made when they were working, churning out the likes of, ironically enough, George Zimmerman.
Some cities hardly have police anymore. It's not legal per se to bust a cap in a kid's ass for walking up on you with a delicious bag of Skittles, but it's effectively been made legal by the fact that the few cops left at this point don't have the time and the resources to investigate. Each new murder is just another addition to the pile of murders they've yet to get around to. And it's not like cops were good at solving crimes back before the world went to hell in a handbasket. Their main trick was to find someone already in jail and either have him confess or - preferably - turn someone else in.
Here in Missouri, cops in KC actually went so far as to announce that it's not quasi-legal (similar to how weed is in California) to discipline your wife with your fists. I guess they had to, because women were calling mid-beatdown, and what was the lady in India supposed to say? They yet to make it legal to shoot someone for carrying candy, but it's only a matter of time.
There's already that law where you can shoot and kill an intruder in your home. In some of the recent cases of that here, it didn't even sound like the cops investigated. They just made sure the blood stains were inside the house. But I've heard of people getting away with killing intruders out in the yard too. All the more reason to stay off my lawn.
You're also allowed to shoot muggers. A couple of years ago, a guy here famously got away with helping clean up the streets, Dirty Harry-style. I don't know if we have that same Skittles law as Florida, but I guess that would be covered under basic self-defense. (Missouri is a concealed carry state.) And I wouldn't be surprised if kids here start getting shot under the aegis of tacit, if not outright approval by the authorities.
It's open season on old people on the sidewalk here in St. Louis. It really is no country for old men. Last year, several old farts got cold cocked by kids as part of a game called knockout king. One old chinaman died. You probably read about it here. It's been a few months since anyone won, but that's because it's been cold out.
When the weather is too cold, dreaded n-words don't want to work. When the weather is too hot, dreaded n-words don't want to work. And when the weather is just right, it's time to have a barbecue!
There was an article in the Post-Dispatch the other day about knockout king. You may have caught it at the great Longform.org. In it 5-0 down in the city more or less confirms that they're about to start sending out decoys dressed as old men to put a shoe on these badass kids. If I weren't already down to about a third of one eye, I'd volunteer.
 Is that you, Rey?
 This was discussed at length in a recent episode of the since-thoroughly-discredited This American Life
It's Sunday the God's day a day of rest
The Nba all stars are playing next
But right outside that same city
The celebratory atmosphere would change quickly
Who watching the game with me you know lil Trayvon
Was reppin his home town D Wade and LeBron
He had just came up from Miami to see his daddy
Who knew such a great weekend would end so badly
In a place where you move because it's safe for your family
But some people got a ingrown hate for your family
Halftime just a short brake from the slammin
Bout to go to the store lil cuz you want some candy?
Bet I grab you some skittles kid
I'll be right back in a little bit
Paid for lil cuz's skittles and a ice t
walked out the store and felt the chill of the night breeze
it seemed a little colder than before
he didn't know it was a boy like a soldier in a war
that was watching him clocking him thinking about stopping him
nine milly cocking them who's this nigga walking in my neighborhood
he fits all the specifics of criminal statistics he looks suspicious
911, what's your emergency
A black man's walking through my hood purposely
stay clam, it's just little Trayvon but he wanna be the hero so he put's his cape on
George Zimmerman neighborhood block captain
loaded glock strapped in fake cop has been
got out the car ignoring what the cops asked him
They always get away this time that will not happin
George Zimmerman didn't take his Ritalin
drunk off adrenaline says he making a citizens arrest
Trayvon looks at him vexxed
I just walked to the store nothing more nothing less
Just steps from his home he ignored his request
George grabs him, Trayvon swings and connects
Starts screaming out for help but Zimmerman see a threat
so he pulls out his gun and he points it at his chest
He fires but he misses Trayvon pleads for forgiveness
I didn't do nothing this is senseless
but George Zimmerman was so vicious
he made sure the second shot hit em no survivor no witness
Trayvon never gave his cousin his skittles
missed the all star game didn't see another dribble
And George Zimmerman wasn't even arrested
the message is only white lives are protected
Byron Crawford a/k/a Bol is the celebrated author of several books, most recently NaS Lost: A Tribute to the Little Homey.
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