Those were the days. If I happened to catch a BART train late at night, and had to walk home in that mixed neighborhood, I made sure to cross the street if I saw black men in hoodies walking towards me.
There was a bit of political activity in the neighborhood back then (in the 90s that is). I found blacks with their racialism creepy and white radicalism embarrassing, so I generally avoided that scene. The themes of the neighborhood radicals were pretty hard to miss, however. One of their favorite slogans was Free Mumia. I hadn’t the faintest clue about that Mumia fellow, and if I cared to find out, I’d look for source other than my neighbors. But there was something I could appreciate about this Free Mumia shtick: the radicals wanted to free somebody. Give him the benefit of the doubt. In the struggle of a man against the State they sided with that man.
Now they are demanding incarceration of a man on whom the prosecution had nothing and who probably should not had been tried at all. Ah, the leftie radicalism in the age of Obama. Not only it’s statist, it’s more violent, too. When Clinton was in the Oval Office black panthers and nerds distributed leaflets. When Bush won the election, there were “anti-war” rallies — mostly in San Francisco. But there was nothing, nothing, like the insidiousness of Occupy or race-themed riots in honor of Oscar Grant or Trayvon Martin.
George Zimmerman can now breath a sigh of relief, but his life is probably ruined. He and his family should never been put through it. Neither should Martin’s parents or that girl that the prosecution dragged to the witness stand who obviously didn’t want anything to do with her “friend” Trayvon. I don’t see how getting all worked up about the trail could in any way help most black people — unless the are attorneys for the family of the slain young man.
Quite a few whites participated in these early riots, and, as DH says, they were probably happy that the verdict came “not guilty” because it gave an excuse to smash windows and burn flags (not to say that white kids were the only ones destroying property). From their point of view, they still have their trust funds, but they are seizing the opportunity to show that they are down with the blacks. Behold “I’ve Been Tired” by Pixies (language warning):
It must be surreal to be Hispanic (or any other kind of “brown” fellow) and observe the whole Zimmerman ordeal. Any viewer who cast a glance at the TV, and I don’t care how poor the coverage, must know that the defendant is Hispanic. And we are asked to believe that he’s some sort of Klansman reincarnate.
Mexican kids educated in this country are taught to believe that their skin color and the country of origin of their ancestors are the key component of their identity. As far as I know (and help me out here, I might be misinformed) there was no movement on the part of Hispanic communities to vindicate Zimmerman. Am I suppose to infer that when people of Latin American heritage move into gated communities and aspire for careers in law enforcement they are to be considered white outs? Or that in some kind of perverted grievance hierarchy blackness trumps brown skin and demands from Hispanics identification with blacks (with predictable results)? Or that when the chief executive pronounces that he personally identifies with Trayvon the game is off? It’s all awfully confusing.