Thursday, March 22, 2012

Try not to blame, but try to understand, and try to learn from it.

Trayvon Martin, a 17-year old black american citizen was shot while wearing a dark hoodie on his way home from the super market. Zimmerman, the shooter defends himself, by saying he was doing it for self defense, because he thought the boy looked suspicious. Obviously though, Zimmerman called the police who told him not to shoot the boy, after having seen Trayvon in the street. 
So the first question: How can prejudice lead to injustice? Isn’t the the real question how can prejudice not lead to injustice? My parents always taught us to walk in someones shoes before judging. I must say, this changed my life. If you do this, you get to see what another persons life might be like. I guess it’s the same thing if you want to shoot a person. Personally, I really have not been in this situation, but I think this would apply for this case too. Think before you shoot. 
Individuals, should try to fight against cases like this, with all they have. Many individuals have already started this. Dozens of people have already gathered, clad in hoodies as a protest to give Mr. Zimmerman a trial. As a country, this has not really changed anything. Post racism has been going around the country for as long as anyone can remember. This is sad; a country and individuals should do something about it. 
Having a father that is a lawyer, and a judge as a mother, my brother and I were raised to have an open mind, trying to accept everyone for who they are. For both of us, this has made life a lot easier. My grandparents raised my parents the same way. My two grandfathers both fought in the world war, and few in my family were killed during the war. Grandpa always stayed strong though. He told me the most bloody and saddest stories, but in the end, he always told me: ¨Try not to blame, but try to understand, and try to learn from it.¨ 
He also always told me, that if you don’t know anything about something, it’s not your subject to judge. 
So this little boy was walking, and Mr. Zimmerman found it suspicious. Nothing did he know though, about how Trayvon went to get candy for his little brother. George Zimmerman knew nothing about the candy part, and judged, and obviously learned nothing from the civil war. 
This kind of goes into sterotype even. Black boy + hoodie = danger is what Zimmerman must have thought. And that is why he shot him. Sterotyping is so unfair. Me as somewhat of a tomboy, I experience gender stero type a lot. For example, I wanted to join the football team, but the coach would not let me, because I was not a boy. It took half a year of convincing. For colored people, it has taken more than 60 years to convince us whites of their race. 

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

letter to zach

Tiburon, August 15th 1980
Dear Zach,
Remember when we first met in the sweltering Tiburon heat? Remember how we celebrated your 15th Birthday together? Remember May? Remember August? Remember how much trouble i got us all into?
I still to this day feel bad about how I got you apprehended, arraigned and shackled. I never meant to. I swear. May’s death. Also my fault. Some times, I lie under the oak tree in our backyard, watching the stars at night, and I remember those days. It seems like May lies next to me then, giggling her happy laugh, her pigtails bouncing wildly around her head. I miss her even though I didn’t know her that well. Do you think she would ever be able to forgive me for what I did? Then remember Augusts death? She looked so emaciate in the end. I caused so many mournful calamities in my short life; the August one was not my fault though. Lets move to the more happy events.
Our story. Remember? It was published, and is now a best seller. It seemed imminent then, that we would get married after that, but time elapsed, and we did a bunch of important things before that. You going to law school. You becoming a lawyer, and having your first case. Us going to visit T.J. You and your people being assimilated into society. You interrogating me to marry you. I think that was the happiest day of my life yet. I love you Zach. Then our little girl. Amy. Our small innocent little girl. Her birth, her first tooth, her first time walking, her first day of school... It all seems so long ago. 
We might have had a few dissensions about a few things, but I always loved you. Time has elapsed, and it doesn't hurt that much anymore remembering. I will always have that hole in my chest, that will ache for my mother, May and August. Thank you Zach for making my life the way it is today. Thank you for  making it less bizarre. I couldn't have done it without you. You lionized me. You were meticulous to all my problems. You have made the bumpy road my life is build on more flat and smooth. I love you Zach, and that is why I want you to have the happiest birthday ever. 
Let our story live on,
Love you,
Lilly