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Over the last week, I've heard many of the usual race baiters, who I'll refer to as the Al Sharpton-Jesse Jackson-MSNBC (SJMSer) crowd, attempting to portray the Zimmerman-Martin verdict as being typical of the way mean old racist America works, where a black man can't get justice in a white world (and never mind the actual facts of the case. Those are irrelevant). The SJMSers invoke slavery and Jim Crow, as if those things are still happening, as if the last 50 years of progress have not occurred. I've discovered that when it comes to race relations, many so-called "progressives" are ironically stuck in 1955.
Even President Obama weighed in once again on the Zimmerman-Martin case. His remarks weren't that bad, but he didn't have anything very helpful to say either, not that I expected much from him. I gave up on Obama providing real leadership long ago. Pretty much his only concrete suggestion was a political one, about reworking Stand Your Ground laws, which had little if anything to do with the Zimmerman-Martin case.
The President said the following:
You know, when Trayvon Martin was first shot I said that this could have been my son. Another way of saying that is Trayvon Martin could have been me 35 years ago. And when you think about why, in the African American community at least, there’s a lot of pain around what happened here, I think it’s important to recognize that the African American community is looking at this issue through a set of experiences and a history that doesn’t go away. There are very few African American men in this country who haven't had the experience of being followed when they were shopping in a department store. That includes me. There are very few African American men who haven't had the experience of walking across the street and hearing the locks click on the doors of cars. That happens to me -- at least before I was a senator. There are very few African Americans who haven't had the experience of getting on an elevator and a woman clutching her purse nervously and holding her breath until she had a chance to get off. That happens often.