First of all I want to take a moment, and ask all of you here and then you ask all your friends to take one moment, a few seconds, to celebrate the life of Jordan Davis who was unfairly taken from us all before his light fully reflected upon our world, Jordan would of been 18 today.
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This whole week I have been sitting by waiting, waiting with a sense of impending doom knowing that our justice system may fail another child of color like it did with Trayvon Martin, the longer the jury took the more unsettling the mood of Jacksonville became. It's in the air, the unspoken resentment of the upcoming verdict, the knowing, the impending disappointment.
When the verdict came, I felt like the wind was taken from my lungs, and my mind became confused with an array of emotions from desperation to anger. How can his life mean nothing?
75 years is nothing, it may mean something in the long run to most because Dunn will never see a day outside of jail, but he isn't going to not see the outsidie world as a punishment for the death of a 17 year old child, he will not see it because a jury could not find him guilty when it came to Jordan. Jordan's death is still unresolved, unpunished, Dunn has not been held accountable for the attack on a young child.
We have an epidemic in this country, a silent genocide where children of color are being gunned down as if it were open season by the
WHITE PRIVELEGED MALE CULTURE. When a child can not play their music at whatever volume they wish, or go to a gas station, or hang out with more than 2 friends and not be deemed a *gang*, or go to the 7 Eleven in their neighborhood to buy candy and juice without having to worry about some guy having a shitty night or day is going to gun them down it becomes a social problem.
Children of color have a target on their backs, children of color are in a war that has been waged against them since the very beginning of this country's history and we turn a blind eye to it as much as justice does with each swift clank of her gavel.
I am angry, disappointed, and have a heaviness in my heart for his parents, today they wake up with the knowledge that their son was erased with the mistrial.
Something has to change.