George Zimmerman. An Open Letter From an Ordinary Citizen
George of the Neighborhood
Using my right to freedom of speech
Getting right to the point is an acceptable habit and usually an appreciated gesture. In this case, I don't feel a need to include an introduction nor do I feel compelled to provide an explanation as to why I'm writing to Mr. George Zimmerman.
If you've chosen to read this, it's safe to assume you know who he is due to the news stories that placed him in the headlines everywhere. You're aware of how his name, and the name of Trayvon Martin became household topics of discussion for quite some time, not too long ago.
I have not spoken publicly about this tragic event and may never have, had George Zimmerman not popped up once again in the headlines, due to yet another little newsworthy incident quite recently.
This being said, I share here with you an open letter written directly to George, stating my opinion of this tragic incident.
Yes George, I'm addressing YOU.
At this point and time, you must have received tons of mail since the fatal shooting of young Trayvon Martin occurred. I refer to the shooting death of a teenage Florida man whose life you snuffed out. You shouldn't be surprised to receive yet another letter from someone feeling the need to communicate with you. I'm sure you've come to realize this sort of tragedy has a knack for following someone for a very long, long time. I mean, even a slight political controversy can maintain a life of it's own over decades. Surely this unnecessary death can be given the same attention of human interest.
Lest I forget my manners George, let me tell you who I am. Basically to you, I'm just an ordinary everyday human being who keeps up to date on local and National news via various media outlets. I read, listen and follow those stories I feel are of importance to me, as well as to the vast majority of the public in these current times. The George Zimmerman-Trayvon Martin story was most surely one of these stories.
You see, George, I am also a mother to four adult sons, a law abiding citizen, and a retired but active woman. You are younger than my youngest son, George. I vividly recall when each of my sons were teens as Trayvon was. I could relate. Quite sadly, I could also feel my heart break into a thousand pieces for Trayvon's mother. Losing a child is the ultimate in unbearable pain, which lingers a lifetime.
When the shocking and lethal event took place and was first exposed via TV news, there wasn't much information and of course details were sketchy. Suffice it to say that it seemed like any other crime on the streets, between two individuals, with one being slightly injured and one pronounced dead at the scene. You, who had a gun,quite obviously were not the dead person. The dead person was Trayvon Martin. He was armed with a box of Skittles candies.
I can't imagine what was whirling wildly in your head at the precise moment you realized what you had done, nor what you said once law enforcement arrived on the scene. I wouldn't want to imagine.
You see George, when the strange and complex story began to unfold, exposing all it's various explanations and a few ear-witness depositions became public knowledge, I knew I needn't hear one more word.
Allow me to explain please. I won't bore you with ver batim statements by dozens of people, the time elements or results of the investigations. There was a continual stream of opinions and conjecture. I don't even need to discuss your arrest, trial or shocking verdict. It all may have made for in-depth reporting and allowed the public to be privy to all segments of the saga, but to me it was purely insignificant.
The victim was armed with a box of Skittles
A simple but hard core FACT
Please bear with me George, as I back up a bit. I understand that you were very active in your "Neighborhood Watch," group. This is commendable. All Communities should establish these watch groups as concerned citizens and responsible parents. It is always advisable to be alert and aware of any possibility of danger or potential crime that might occur in or around our homes. We have the right to feel safe and secure.
As I recall your version of how the evening went down, you were driving in your truck, on your way to the store, or were returning home from the store? Again,this is simply not important, wouldn't you agree?
At some point in your drive, you took notice of a young man walking in your neighborhood. A few things about this young man seemed to trouble you.You then stopped your truck to focus better. You did not recognize this young man as belonging in your neighborhood, he was not following the provided pathway or sidewalk and he was wearing a hoodie. You became immediately very suspicious and decided this young man was more than likely up to no good. You did not move your glare from this person. He wasn't making any noise, he hadn't been creeping around like a stalker or peeping Tom, nor did he break a window or cause any property damage. However George,you were sure he intended to do exactly this.
Because you had this terribly uneasy feeling about this young man, you did the right thing for your neighborhood and called the police. After all, there had been recent break-ins at one or two of your neighbors and you were justifiably concerned about this stranger in the hoodie. Well George, this is fine. This is what a member of the Neighborhood Watch group should do. Call law enforcement asap.
We came to learn this young male stranger in the hoodie walking between the buildings was Trayvon Martin. By the time you had made the call to the police, Trayvon had also noticed you, staring at him intently and following his every move. We cannot know what he may have been thinking, but even that is not important. You had been assured the police were on their way. You were specifically told by the dispatcher to remain in your vehicle and await the arrival of police.
However, as soon as Trayvon was beyond your sight, you were compelled to get out of your vehicle to track him and keep your visual on him. This is where you lost me, George. What part of the words, Neighborhood WATCH do you have difficulty in understanding? Perhaps you are deaf and did not hear what everyone else heard via audiotape from the Police Dispatcher who specifically warned you, "Do not get out of your vehicle!" Was that your problem George? You're deaf?
Let's try to imagine the very probable sequence of events had you simply remained in your truck, waiting for law enforcement to arrive. After all, you were safe and you had your phone. When law enforcement arrived, you could have given a description of Trayvon and point the police in the direction you last saw him walking away. This would have been simple and appropriate.
Allow me to help you figure this out. Had you taken heed of the dispatcher's instruction and remained in your vehicle, you and Trayvon would not have encountered one another. There would have been no confrontation, no conversation, no scuffle. Trayvon would have eventually wandered off to his father's home, which was his destination in the first place. You could have given the police a report and the evening would have simply concluded as most evenings do. You'd have dutifully fulfilled your Neighborhood Watch responsibility. Bravo, George.
Yes, these are the real facts of the matter. When you insisted upon stepping out of your vehicle, you clearly set the deadly scene in motion that led to the death of Trayvon, your subsequent arrest and the rest of this tragic,unforgivable travesty.
No, I don't want to know about your damned history. I most definitely do not want to hear of Trayvon's background nor adolescent transgressions. It's not at all important to know if his parents were divorced or what sort of marriage you and your wife had. Who the hell cares?
I need to know why you didn't simply keep your damned aspiring-cop ass in your truck. I demand to know why you pulled your gun against an unarmed young man who may or may NOT have attacked you as you claim. You see, I simply don't believe your tale about the struggle over your gun. I imagine what that tells you is you're lucky I wasn't a member of the jury. I could not and would not have agreed to let you completely off-the-hook for the murder of Trayvon.
Nonetheless, like the rest of the public, I felt this story had begun to fade away and that George Zimmerman was no longer a source of profile news. I didn't think about you one more moment.
The problem is, you kept popping up in the news. You had no clue what it means to count your blessings and lay low. You ignored the fact that it may have been advisable to tend to your self and family while maintaining a peaceful, law abiding life. Did the OJ saga teach you nothing??
We read of your DWI speeding and the nonsense story that went along with it. The police received a domestic disturbance call from your wife, who in fact, divorced you fairly soon after the trial. You had become violent and abusive. Another domestic 911 call, this time from a girlfriend, claiming physical abuse and broken glass. Tsk tsk, George. Can you not behave yourself?
It's claimed that you George, have serious anger issues. Anger issues yet you still not only own a gun, but carry it always. Since your trial you have used your temper while weilding your gun to intimidate. These are reported facts.
Then again, just last week, you were chased in your car and shot in the face by a man who allegedly had issues with you. There appeared to be several individuals who had issues with you. I haven't listened to the details on this latest fiasco. I don't care what it's about.
All I know is that incident is what prompted me to finally decide to write this letter to you.
Now you can put a match to my letter for all I care, George. You certainly have a habit of starting a number of damaging fires in your life. What are you all about George Zimmerman? You killed an innocent,unarmed young man. You shot him dead. Good God Man, face your demons.
© 2015 Paula