Think of this as Volume 16, Number 14 of A-Clue.com, the online newsletter I've written since 1997. Enjoy.
Among the great mysteries of human existence is the fact that, while freedom may indeed be the endowment of our creator, people find ways to enslave themselves.
The instrument for this is fear. Fearing others dehumanizes the one who is feared, and sets up the one who fears to be dehumanized in turn.
I got a little taste of that last weekend.
It's become a trope, the young, attractive woman who suddenly drops an “n-bomb” on friends of the guy who has been chasing her, causing him to back away. It's a new trope because, until very recently, the bomb would be dropped in private and wouldn't bother our hero at all.
In this case, I was discussing current events with an otherwise sane and attractive woman in the Atlanta suburbs when the Trayvon Martin case came up. My view is that it's manslaughter, what Jerry Seinfeld once called “I can't believe it's not murder.” A law dubbed “stand your ground” is giving ordinary citizens a license to kill, leading them to believe that in protecting their neighborhoods with deadly force they will be presumed to be acting in the name of the law.
That's not what the law's advocates say it's for, but the confusion means murder charges against citizens claiming the victim is dangerous will be hard to make stick until the law changes.
This tragedy almost befell my own neighborhood of Kirkwood in Atlanta, a year ago. Some kids were harassing a convenience store clerk, and the new neighborhood watch leader apparently came upon the scene, waving his gun around to frighten them off. The gun was not fired, but the watch captain resigned. Kirkwood came that close to being Sanford, Florida.
Had that happened one of my neighbors, a kid who looked much like Trayvon Martin, might be dead. I thought the President was very statesmanlike when he pointed out, in the name of comforting Martin's family, that “If I had a son he would look like Trayvon.” This was a kid, shot in the street, and the lack of an investigation should trouble everyone.
But not the woman I was talking to. “That was very divisive,” she said. This got my back up, and her husband stuck up for her. “If a kid like that, in a hoodie, came walking around here, you'd want to know what he was doing.”
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