My son, my friend, her son and I took a trip to the Library this afternoon.
Upon entering, there is a table, with 3 black women, I'm assuming 30ish, with actual printed out petitions from the NAACP website, asking for signatures.
When I passed (hoping not to be noticed), one asked "'scuse me, may I get your signature in response to the unlawful murder of an innocent child in Florida. We're trying to get 'nuff signatures to have his killer prosecuted by the feds."
I said, nicely might I add "I'm sorry, I can't sign that, I feel the verdict was just."
She stared at me for a moment, and mumbled "racist."
Being a mother of 8, I am fluent in mumbling, especially under ones breath.
I looked at her and said "Excuse me, you know nothing of me, who I am nor what I'm about. I pointed to my dear friend, who is Hispanic, along with her son...and said "This woman is a dear friend of mine, we don't share the same skin color, but she's a human being all the same. This little boy right here, (pulling to me my 1/2 Mexican son) is my son. I have 8 children, 3 of which are adopted, and HALF BLACK !! I CHOSE them to be my children...NOW, who, between you and I, is racist ? You are here, trying to persecute a man, not of your color, for murdering a young man, of your color, in SELF DEFENSE....just because the jury didn't give you the outcome you wanted. NOW, instead of sitting in this public place, harassing and name calling, people who don't agree with you, go upstairs, get online, and look through the barrage of information on this case, and find the truth. Unless, you'd like for me to spout it to you right now ?"
Needless to say, before I could continue to educate this woman, we were all asked to leave the Library...
I gladly left before I stooped to their level...
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