Once Jesse Jackson gets involved in an issue, you can be pretty sure that the time for rational discussion of the issue is long past. To Jackson, the shooting of Trayvon Martin means just one thing: “Blacks are under attack.”
I really doubt that. I keep waiting for another shoe to drop in this case, something to make the events of that night less outrageous than they seemed. But so far, it looks to be just what it was at the beginning: A jerk with a handgun who was itching to use it. Yes, racism lives on in America, and the fact that the gunman still hasn’t been arrested seems to prove it. But this crime didn’t happen because of Trayvan Martin’s race.

Armed and dangerous.
That’s the second thing: A young man out walking alone. At night. In a gated community. If you decide to stroll alone in a gated community, your race isn’t the overriding factor. You could be a lily-white Anglican bishop in full vestments and still seem suspicious. There’s a reason you rarely see sidewalks in gated communities. You’re not supposed to walk around. And you’re definitely not supposed to walk by yourself after the sun has gone down. You’d think people in gated communities would be less paranoid because of the gate. But it doesn’t seem to work that way.

Guns kill people.
I definitely think George Zimmerman should be charged with this homicide, particularly since he killed the only other witness. But guys like Jessie Jackson, always anxious to invoke the specter of race war, should just shut up.
No, Dave. It’s not the goon, the gates, or the gun. It’s the HOODIE! Geraldo has spoken. Apparently, anyone wearing a hoodie – even a short, round, grey-haired little old lady such as myself – is automatically a suspicious, threatening, and dangerous character. Yikes! And to think I just bought one! Has anyone told Little Red Riding Hood?
See, Dave, there ARE people out here following (and enjoying) your blog…and thank God I’m one of them, or I wouls have missed that perfect paragraph from the short,round grey-haired little old lady! And do save the rest of those books for later — you’ll need them during the Florida summer…