The continuing saga of neighborhood watchman George Zimmerman shooting Florida teen Trayvon Martin reminds me of a song released by Truth in the early 90s. The chorus went:
“What if we’ve fallen to the bottom of a well thinking we’ve risen to the top of a mountain? What if we’re knocking at the gates of hell thinking we’re heaven bound? What if we spend our lives thinking of ourselves when we should have been thinking of each other? What if we reach up and touch the ground to find we’re living life upside down?”
The media has been all over this story for a decent week or so now, lionizing the deceased Martin, who was African-American, and condemning his Hispanic and allegedly racist shooter. In response, individuals and larger groups have taken to wearing hoodies, like the kind Martin was wearing his last night on earth, to show support for the boy and protest against racism.
Far-left racist groups have even put a bounty on Zimmerman’s head and apparently consumers can now buy t-shirts featuring his photo in between the words: “Pussy Ass Cracker,” which just goes to show how ignorant the people championing this issue have really become.
Can a Hispanic really be a cracker?
Silly little white girl that I am, I always thought only Caucasians could be called that particular derogatory term. Clearly, I wasn’t being nearly inclusive enough. Go figure.
But while I might be just another ill-informed Republican, the joke seems to be steadily falling on the other side. Yet again. Not that they’ll acknowledge it in a million years.
As more information comes out, it seems like all the outrage over Martin’s shooting might very well be severely misplaced. New evidence seems to suggest that the teenager was actually a thug and Zimmerman was actually defending himself.
And if that’s true, then we might still have a case of racism on our hands.
Not that it should matter. Either way. Not in a legal sense and not in a moral sense.
Life shouldn’t be valued based on skin color, which is exactly what too many Americans have been doing ever since the news broke. After all, would Reverend Al Sharpton, the Black Panthers or the Miami Heat have made such a fuss over a black man shooting a Hispanic boy?
Probably not. And probably even less for a white boy.
That kind of blatant hypocrisy and even downright hatred wrapped in the righteous robes of civility, morality and compassion indicates that we really are “living life upside down.”
And we don’t seem to care to change it. Just as long as we can convince ourselves that we feel good in the end, we don’t really mind who gets hurt in the process.