My Beautiful Baby-Boy, so jovial, full of energy and a zest for life went to get him a snack from a neighborhood convenient store and loss his life at the hands of somebody who believed he was up to no good. The opposite was never more true.
IN HIS OWN NEIGHBORHOOD, coming home. Back where he belong. IN HIS OWN NEIGHBORHOOD. A gated community, where safety abides, where incidents like this tragedy are not suppose to occur.
My SON ... is not ever coming back home to me. Somebody down the street killed him. He followed him, stalked him down, confronted him, shot him and killed him. Shot him DEAD. On the scene.
MY SON IS DEAD.
MY CHILD WENT TO THE STORE TODAY...
AND NEVER CAME BACK HOME.
2 comments:
Trayvon did not even live in the same town where he was shot, much less in that neighborhood. He was there with his father because he'd been suspended from school.
To Anonymous ...and your point is what?
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