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George Zimmerman is Not Guilty

George Zimmerman has been found not guilty of murdering Trayvon Martin. Besides the obvious feelings of injustice and anger, I feel most especially sorry for the family. This is like opening up a fresh wound, and no human really deserves to go through that.

Those of the Civil Rights Movement generation are looking to my generation and saying, “This is your Emmitt Till moment! Will you revolutionize?” Where do we go from this moment? Because I gotta tell you, I can’t just sit around after this and everything go back to the way it was.

Maybe we can’t stage sit-ins at counters anymore, and a cop wouldn’t dare put a fire hose to a bunch of black people in their own neighborhood, but now we need to think of a new way to protest. Is it an Internet protest? A retailer protest? What can WE do that would cause a big stink? And why haven’t we thought of it yet?

Now would be a good freaking time to get a THINK TANK together people. We need to brainstorm. Some of the most intelligent minds that I know could get on this and get an answer tomorrow. Within 24 hours, we could determine the way to revolutionize the world. The only issue is — will we organize to implement it?

I’m not sure about that. We’ve developed a real lacking desire to organize lately. The sororitys and fraternitys of yesteryear don’t really appeal to today’s generation like it did in the past. National organizations don’t have the same influence and power either. So — where does that leave us?

Unorganized and shit out of luck. I’m ever hopeful, though. All we need is a spark. Truly — that’s all any revolution has ever required. In celebration of Bastille Day today, we should recognize that all the French needed was to tear the fortress Bastille brick-by-brick. In the dark of night. All of the sudden, the restless city was in full revolution mode, all because a building that represented the monarchy no longer existed.

What will be our Bastille? Where’s the spark gonna come from? There are so many open questions that it makes my head spin. The worse part is the fact that I’m not willing to do something about it myself. All I can think of is my own life, my own bills, my desire to go to Graduate School next month, my job that pays the aforementioned bills, the gas that needs to go into the car, etc.

Why won’t I be the change I wish to see? Why am I still sitting here typing this to you instead of knocking out a door window?

Where’s our Malcolm X? Where’s our Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr? Who will we name our highways and streets in 30 years?

And most importantly: how will we get justice for Trayvon Martin?


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