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Trayvon and ironman

I've wanted to post this for so long but hesitated on the off chance that any one actually reads my blog.

When I see a picture of trayvon Martin I see my step son ironman. Trayvon was black and ironman is white. And although I'm not ignorant of racial strife in our country, to me they are the same. Both are boys. Sweet boys. I realize that any young men that reads this may not like the reference of sweet boy....but that's what they both are to me.

The person that ended Trayvons life does not warrant naming in my blog.

What I know is this. Our boy, Ironman goes to the local mini mart to get a snickers and Mt. Dew..not so different from Trayvon. 

Not 1 month ago Riddick and I and our neighbor were hanging out late in the evening and three boys walked by. One of them said something to our neighbor that was not very hospitable. Riddick stood up and said " you guys should probably just go home" .

And that's what should have happened that night the Trayvon lost his life. I'm not assuming that Trayvon did or said something.  My view is that the adult in the situation should have greeted him, and if said adult was concerned should have sent him on his way.

As adults in this society I believe we have a responsibility to watch out for children in our vicinity   That doesn't mean you should discipline them it means you keep them from harm.

Let me be  blunt. We are the grown ups. We have to act like it. I cannot imagine or condone shooting down a child. No matter how tall he is. He's still was a boy.

I realize there are differences of race in this situation. However I think it's the media that wants to make that a difference. For those of us that parent teenage  boys its really very simple.

For me and Riddick, had this been our boy shot down I believe and fear Riddick would be in prison. I hurt so very much for Trayvons parent.  And I also am awed and applaud their handling of their heartbreak.  I'm not sure Riddick and I would be as capable of that grace

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