Today as I watch the closing arguments in the George Zimmerman/Trayvon Martin trial, my heart is heavy.
Whatever the outcome, there will be no real "victors" or "winners" when the verdict is delivered. The lives of both families - Martin/Fulton and Zimmerman - are FOREVER tragically altered.
I posted via my personal blog yesterday, that when I look at Sybrina Fulton's face (Trayvon's Mom), I see myself and the mothers of brown sons closest to me.
When my sons Jay and Justis are away from me, there's a nagging fear for their safety that sits with me. I live with the undeniable reality that once my sons enter puberty, society is more prone to see them as "potential threats" than the Divine gifts they are to me.
I don't give voice to this fear often, and it's the same fear MANY mothers of brown sons live with daily.
I also know that once the courtroom fanfare wanes, the tragedy of Trayvon Martin's fate will fade from public memory. Trayvon's name will be added to a long running list of young men who have left us too soon.
I'm tired of living in fear and having the motherly-mandate to "handicap" my brown sons with it in the HOPE this will somehow protect them from harm.
Fear is a heavy and lonely weight to carry.
May we stand together. May we support one another. May our sons be forever safe.
Mom of Jay, Justis & Jaiya
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