A few thoughts on Trayvon and George

I’m pretty sure most sane Americans will be happy if they never hear the names Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman ever again. The 24-hour news media will find a new sensation to latch onto soon enough. I just wanted to share a few (hopefully sane) thoughts that I’ve had since the verdict was release Saturday.

No matter which way you slice it, a young man was killed and an adult shot him. Under Florida law, the jurisdiction of the crime, the man was found not guilty. Plain and simple.

Did he kill someone? Yes. And he will have to live with that. While the state of Florida may not punish him, I would hope his┬áconscience will be punishing him for the rest of his life. Don’t underestimate the power of the telltale heart.

People like to paint Trayvon one way or the other… he was a promising young man with good grades, he was an unruly youth experimenting with drugs. He was wearing a hoodie!

The truth is, he was 17. And while that’s almost adulthood, he’s still got a full deck. Nothing is set in stone when you’re 17. Could he have taken a turn for the worst and become a criminal? Sure, anything is possible. But could he have also lightly experimented with pot an alcohol like most American youth — regardless of color, mind you — been a little wild in college, got it out of his system and become a responsible adult. We just don’t know.

Race doesn’t determine everything. Do we not watch enough Honey Boo Boo or 16&Pregnant or Teen Mom to know that white people aren’t perfect. Nothing about the color of your skin prevents or determines your ability to make mistakes. That’s all on the inside, and on the inside we’re all a bunch of mushy organs.

We’re all human. Trayvon Martin was a human and most likely made mistakes. George Zimmerman was a human and also made mistakes, a giant one that killed a person.

George had his day in court. The state decided it didn’t need to punish him under the law. That doesn’t mean he won’t be punished, either by his own conscience or, failing that, when he meets his maker.