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Armed and ready to stand our ground ...
July 22nd, 2013 | by Bob Gabordi | 0 Comments
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We had better learn to talk about these things.
In the last few days, I’ve heard from readers who had positive and negative reactions to my blog on the role of Florida law in Trayvon Martin’s death. One reader, a neighbor in Killearn Estates, and I went back and forth. He seemed angry that I had called the 17-year-old Martin a child.
He told me a story that alarmed me. He said he and his wife were walking in Killearn one morning when a car with two “what you would describe as ‘kids’ pulled into a driveway directly in front of us, blocking the sidewalk. I pushed her off the sidewalk into the shrubbery, placed right hand into jeans pocket prepared to draw my weapon, while continuing walking, keeping eye contact with the pair.”
He said he wasn’t looking for a fight and had no intention of harming anyone, but felt certain that Florida’s Stand Your Ground Law “would have supported any action I was forced to take.”
I recalled my trips to Pakistan when I found myself in situations that were uncomfortable. I had undergone security briefings about how to measure your surroundings and determine the degree of threat, and was told that everything is a potential threat. “Everything is fine,” we were told, “until it’s not.”
It occurred to me that people like this gentleman and his wife are walking around America feeling the same nervousness I had at first in Pakistan. I say at first because I soon learned to be comfortable in my surroundings, and was always treated with kindness and respect.
But here in America, in the same neighborhood that I have walked and run most of my nearly 400 miles this year, a man and woman go on morning walks packing a gun, the man knocking his wife into the bushes and ready to shoot a couple of kids who pulled into a driveway.
The people in the car – apparently overcome by a “twit of logic” decided to leave “immediately,” which my emailer described as “a good choice.”
My son is 18 and lives in our neighborhood. He was 17 at the time Trayvon Martin was shot. He has friends who come to visit. At that time of day, maybe it was a couple of his buddies who made a wrong turn and were turning around.
What if it was two of my ball players looking for my house, lost and needing directions? These guys have gotten lost going first to third, so nothing would surprise me.
People in cars stop me all the time and ask directions. Just the other day, a car pulled directly into my path while I was crossing Tullamore Lane at Killarney Way to ask me directions to the roundabout – which is just keep going straight.
In the case of my emailer, he had calculated the threat, which is a combination of your perception of good and evil multiplied by your fears, factoring in profiles of age, gender and race, among them, as well as – perhaps – tattoos and ring piercings, and knocked his lady into the shrubs and put his hand on a gun.
As we went back in forth, he expressed concerns about robberies in the neighborhood and other factors that had him concerned. These are real things that have to be taken into account.
He might have good reason to walk around scared – which he must be if he has resorted to walking around with a gun in his own neighborhood. In his mind, I’m sure he does.
But I have a teenage son and ball players who might look like a threat to this gentleman and, quite frankly, a scared man walking around Killearn with a gun ready to shoot at any perceived threat worries me more than these kids.
Trayvon Martin’s mother said she believes her son’s age was a bigger factor than his race in profiling him. Maybe, or maybe it was both. We’ll never really know.
The emails eventually ended with both of us grateful for the dialogue, perhaps except the part where he suggested I was a whiny liberal.
I did gain greater understanding of where he was coming from, but if truth be told, I also came away with an even greater concern for the divisions in our community, state and nation.
It is time we begin talking with serious purpose and stop shouting at each other. Maybe public forums are the answer, as long as they are not dominated by people on one side or the other and don’t devolve into pointless name calling and labeling.
I’m not really sure. But it is time we quit being afraid to talk about what scares us, even if it means discussing our taboo topics of race and age and why such things cause others to use them in profiling people as a danger.
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