Trayvon Martin's last moments
Arrest George Zimmerman
I am Trayvon Martin
More details are emerging about the death of Trayvon Martin. One of the most revealing details is that Martin was on the phone with his girlfriend, when George Zimmerman confronted him. The 16-year-old described Martin’s fear as a strange man in an SUV began to follow him. She says that she told Martin to run, but at first he refused. He eventually did run, but Zimmerman cornered him later and the rest is history.
The question that authorities should be asking themselves is who was the person who was really in fear during this confrontation. Was it the burly 28-year-old with a gun who lived in the area, or was it the teen that was just visiting family. The answer seems obvious.
I am Trayvon Martin! After watching the first half of the NBA All-star game, I decide that I need a break from the family gathering. I volunteer to go to the store and buy my little brother a snack and get myself an Arizona Tea. My main goal, however, is to step outside so that I can talk to my girl.
It is raining, but the weather is refreshing and the phone call is just what I needed. I’m down because for the first time, I have been suspended from school for just being stupid. I know that I need to get to class on time, but I have to many detentions and now I’m suspended. My mom sent me to visit my dad because she was angry. I am disappointed in myself, but I am more disappointed because I let my parents down. As I begin to walk back, my friend has allowed me to see that my parents still love me. The conversation turns toward us and that is when I see him.
At first, I just ignore him, but he starts to follow me. I tell my friend that a strange man in an SUV is following me. I am a bit afraid, but I am close to home. However, as I pass his truck, this guy is looking me up and down. It unnerves me and I tell my friend. She tells me to run, but I am not going to just start running. This guy is bugging me though. Is he some kind of pervert? Is he trying to abduct me? I pull my hoodie up over my head and try to ignore him, but now he is out of the car and following me. I begin to jog. Eventually, I feel that I have lost him, but I turn a corner and there he is again. Now I’m really terrified. This guy is in my face asking me what I’m doing here. I ask him why he is following me. I can see my house, but I need to deal with this guy first. He blocks my path. He pushes me and knocks my cell phone to the ground. We begin to fight. I yell for help, but no one comes. He’s a big guy and I’m just a 140lb teen, but I hold my on.
However, now I see the gun on his waist and my terror magnifies. I am getting the best of him physically and that is when he begins to reach for his gun. I scream out for someone to help me but no one comes. BANG! BANG!
The truth is, that there was only on terrified person in Sanford that night, and it was Trayvon Martin. He did everything that he could to avoid George Zimmerman but it was not enough because Zimmerman was on a mission to make sure that one more a**h**e did not get away. Martin died because of Zimmerman’s over-zealous attitude. Zimmerman was not protecting himself. He was not defending himself and all of the hope that was the life of Trayvon Martin was gone in an instant. Arrest George Zimmerman and give us justice for Trayvon. No justice, no peace. I am TRAYVON MARTIN.
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