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I'm in danger, call Al Sharpton

The Trayvon Martin Case is only going to end badly.  Do you know how I know?  Because a child is dead.  I'm sure his family won't get too much condolence from people wearing hoodies.

My problem is that this everyone saw this coming the day Florida decided it would be good for people to stand and shoot each other rather than having someone walk away.

Seriously, who thought this was a good idea?  Have I lost it or is telling people that its okay to go "Wild, Wild, West" a terrible freaking idea.  What lawmakers seem to not understand is that people are stupid and arming them is a terrible idea.

Now, I have a strange take on this because I happen to be an unarmed Black man.  I'm not delusional about my ability scare White people.  I'm tall and bald and usually in a bad mood.  I usually don't wear my hoodie but shit, I live in Kansas City and it gets cold round here.  So, I don't always look so wholesome.  I would hate to be shot because some paranoid person, be it cop or concerned citizen, decides he needs to know what I'm up to.

Being Black is no cause for suspicion.  Unless I'm walking around naked no one has any reason to suspect that I'm up to no good.

Why is it that we need somebody to die before we recognize racism in America?  Al Sharpton shouldn't run out in front of the camera after a disaster he should be there, yelling at the top his lungs that "we are not all criminals"

Mind you, some Black men do commit crime but that is because so many of us are poor.  Seeing as how we still run twice the unemployment rate, I'm sure that no one would suggest that we should starve.

Back to the point, when we stop being so afraid of blackness I can stop worrying about being harassed.  When I stop worrying about being harassed, I get nicer and everyone wins.

So, dear Al Sharpton, don't wait until some deranged soccer mom shoots me for eyeing her daughter.  Don't have any rallies, no speeches just good old fashion lobbying to end racism and guns in the same place, America.  Being proactive in this matter might actually save some lives instead getting a reason to mourn a few.

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