True, I live in a pretty nice neighborhood and i a black teen in a hoody was on my neighbors lawn I would yell "Who the fuck are?" If got attitude I would confront the teen. The dude would already be kicking rocks though. Im 6'2'' and 235 though. most people don't think twice. Everyone knows not to mill around in front of other peoples homes! If it was a white guy a brown guy a black guy, I am always on the look out for my neighbors. I don't cary a gun. A phone is fine.
You know. And I ain't fussing with you. Too big.
Look. It is a wide world and I firmly believe we cannot get a real picture of ourselves. That is, how we seem to others. So the more I try to be the ghost in the machine for the other guy, just for a second, the better I can see myself.
I started by casting myself back in history. Really contemplating, no phone, no lights, no motor cars, like that..
Just a mental hobby at first. It is actual empathy.
So, talking to my 85 year old dad about the trial, is a trial.
But, he looked after me, so I hang in there. He is totally Zim "should" walk.
I was able to get it around to empathy. And after a while it was me dead, unarmed, and some jerk came in the back and gunned me down.
And at that age, I was surely worse than Trevon. So, those facts also had to be chewed in.
In the end, he admitted he would be demanding a trial from the DA, and pulling in the Feds thru his Air Force rank. And my dad is one stiff prick in a Chief Master Sgt, sense. I just reminded him of some of the more simple horrors he has managed on authority figures for much less than gunning down his boy.
Have some empathy. My Dad did. Good for us.