Imagine what Trayvon experienced before his murder.
A car starts to follow him as he walks through his neighborhood to his house. The car is moving unusually slow. Trayvon becomes nervous and starts to run. After thinking he’s lost the suspicious vehicle, it reappears.
A man exits the vehicle, angry and armed with a gun. He starts yelling. Trayvon’s heart must have been beating like crazy. Why is this man following me? Is he crazy? Is he a killer?
Workers from the Department of Human Services along with the sheriff’s deputy and an officer from the Grayling City Police went to Reddie’s apartment with a court order to remove the minor child because Reddie had allegedly smoked marijuana in the presence of his son. Reddie was agitated and had allegedly threatened police when confronted with the marijuana accusation earlier in the day on Feb. 3.
A resident of the apartment complex, who lived across the parking lot from Reddie, said he saw police go into the apartment and within a few minutes he heard gun shots.
“I heard two shots,” said Brian Jackson. “A friend who lives in the building heard the shots and ran into the hall to see two young children run out. He said Reddie was face down on the floor.”
This is a heartbreaking story. Imagine this poor child seeing his father murdered in front of him … and over something as trivial as smoking marijuana. Just heartbreaking.
“Rick Santorum thinks that women who have been raped should be compelled—by force of law—to carry the babies of their rapists to term, he thinks birth control should be illegal, he wants to prosecute pornographers, etc., etc., basically the guy wants to be president so that he can micromanage the sex lives of all Americans…and I’m the one with issues? Because I made a dirty joke at his expense eight or nine years ago and it stuck? I’m the one with issues? Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Rick can pray for me. I’ll gay for him. And we can call it even.”—
Dan Savage, responding to Santorum’s claim that he prays for Dan.
I first heard of Carolina Chocolate Drops on NPR a week or so ago. I’m broke, so I’ve only bought one song so far. I’ve been listening to it several times a day for the past few days and I want your ears to enjoy it as well.
Hey, are we allowed to post songs on Tumblr? I was just about to share a song, but then it had that red letter warning at the bottom of the page that scared me a bit. I’m not about to read the entire Terms of Service, so can someone tell me the rules.
It’s a song I paid for via the internets, if that matters.
Three witnesses contacted by The Miami Herald say they saw or heard the moments before and after the Miami Gardens teenager’s killing. All three said they heard the last howl for help from a despondent boy, and believe the sequence of sounds shatters the notion that Trayvon was killed in self defense. …
“I heard someone crying – not boo-hoo crying, but scared or terrified or hurt maybe,” said Mary Cutcher, 31. “To me, it was a child.” …
“This was not self defense,” Cutcher said. “We heard no fighting, no wrestling, no punching. We heard a boy crying. As soon as the shot went off, it stopped, which tells me it was the child crying. If it had been Zimmerman crying, it wouldn’t have stopped. If you’re hurting, you’re hurting.”
She and her friend say they heard the sounds from a few steps away, where they were inside beside an open window. Seconds later, they dashed out to find a boy face down on the ground and a man standing over him, a foot on each side of the body on the ground, with his hands pinning the shooting victim down.
“I asked him, ‘What’s happening here? What’s going on?’ said Cutcher’s friend, who did not want her name published for fear for her safety. “The third time, I was indignant, and he said, ‘just call the police.’ Then I saw him with his hands over his head in the universal sign of: ‘Oh man, I messed up.’”
The women, who were the first on the scene, said they saw Zimmerman pacing back and forth. “I know what I heard. I heard a cry and a shot,” the second witness said. “If there was a fight, it did not happen here where the boy was shot. I would have heard it, as this all happened right outside my open window.”
The women think there may well have been a physical altercation between the two, but it must have taken place in a different spot, where Zimmerman perhaps had a chance to compose himself and draw his weapon.
Cutcher was one of eight or nine 911 callers that night but she said investigators dismissed her, and a detective failed follow up with her. Both women said police seemed very blasé.
A neighborhood eighth grader out walking his dog said his family also called 911.
“I saw someone lying on the ground, and I heard screaming,” said Austin, 13, whose mother asked that his last name not be published. “I don’t know that it was the person on the [ground] who was screaming, but to me it sounded like a kid who was crying. It was a yell for help, and I think it was Trayvon.”
Austin wasn’t sure if the person was in a fight or had slipped and gotten hurt. Austin’s Boxer puppy got off the leash so the boy went chasing after the dog and lost sight of the scene for a moment. Then, he heard a gun go off.
He ran home and told his sister to call the police.
The boy, who is black, has been rattled ever since. He feels angry and disconcerted, and wonders whether he’s at risk too.
“That people can stereotype like that makes you scared,” he said.
Austin’s mom said he’s been acting out in school and seems mad all the time.
“My son has a terrible feeling of guilt, because he did not do anything to help. He’s angry,” said Austin’s mother, Cheryl Brown. “They are saying that Trayvon looked suspicious, because he was walking slow. So I guess I have to tell my son: make sure you always run fast.”
If you haven’t been following what is happening in NYC tonight, you’ve missed a lot. Liberty Square was retaken, but only for a short period of time. The police moved in and violently arrested lots of protestors. They commandeered city busses to make mass arrests. They set up barricades to keep people out of the area.
One woman was allegedly beaten so badly by the police that she had broken ribs. She was convulsing for fifteen minutes before medical help arrived. You can watch live at:
What do you do when you need an answer to a question? Did you just google that question? If so, you’re right; you turn to Google.
And Google, in its infinite knowledge, pointed me in just the right direction. It led me to this post from Alphamom.
Here is a snippet from her response to a mom writing to ask why her toddler is no longer sleeping through the night:
I have no solutions or suggestions. You’re not doing anything wrong. You just go day by day and hope for the best, and hope that maybe today is the day he’ll snap out of it and go to sleep. If not, well, maybe tomorrow.
I do have a ton of sympathy though, because oh. OH. There were days when my exhaustion and frustration would take over and I just. Couldn’t. Deal. With my child’s sleep-deprived tantrums and whining. There were days when I made multiple trips to the bathroom to count to 10. Who is this annoying, non-sleeping monster child and where did my sweet little baby go? Why did I think we were so lucky to have a good sleeper only to have it all turn to crap before his second birthday?
Read the whole thing. I’m betting a lot of you parents will so identify with this. We did. It’s sort of made us not hate it so much. It is what it is and this, too, shall pass. Soon, I hope.