I’ve tried to keep my mouth shut about the killing of Trayvon Martin by neighborhood watch volunteer George Zimmerman. What happened on that rainy night in Florida is really none of my business, but the more I think about it, the more I realize it is everyone’s business. Everyone who watches over their neighborhood to keep their fellow residents safe, everyone who peeps out their widows to keep an eye on their neighbors’ homes and properties, everyone who sees suspicious activity and calls the cops, everyone who thinks they should be their brother’s keeper, God forbid them to actually do something to protect their community…or ultimately themselves.
Common sense dictates what happened that night. George, driving through his gated community on his way to the store, spots a suspicious person in the area, stops and calls police. Trayvon runs. George gets out of his car and tails him to see which way he’s going so the police might catch him. They tell him not to follow the suspect, so George returns to his truck, where the blindside assault takes place because Trayvon is appalled at George’s audacity for following him, suspecting him of criminal activity, or calling the cops on him. Whatever the reason, for sticking his nose in Trayvon’s business, George deserved a bashed in skull, a broken nose, and a beatdown.
George finds himself on the ground, dazed and bloody, fists pummeling him. Fight or flight instincts kick in. Trayvon is on top of George, so flight is out of the question. He screams for help, but no one comes to his aid. The gun he legally carries is his only recourse, and as consciousness starts slipping away, as well as rational thought of the consequences of using the gun, he gets off a shot into Trayvon, not with the intent to kill him, but to end the beating. One bullet guided by fate or the hand of God, no one knows, takes Trayvon’s life.
The cops question George for five hours, determine it was self defense, and release him without charges. That sets off a firestorm of criticism and demands for justice and Zimmerman’s arrest. So in comes a hot shot special prosecutor with a second degree murder charge. This has to happen, you understand, to stem the possibility of violence in the streets, rioting, the burning and looting of stores, the beating of innocent drivers trapped in blocked intersections. George has got to pay for protecting himself. It’s for the good of the community, as a whole.
So let this be a lesson to you, or any civic-minded citizen who even thinks of volunteering to serve their community or insert themselves into a dangerous situation to help the police nab a suspicious person. If things go wrong, that same community is going to lynch you. No good deed goes unpunished.
And that’s American Pork, my friends.