As an issue of violence, I had to write about my experience as a father in the shadow of the murder ot Trayvon Martin

When Trayvon Martin was shot and killed, I refused to read about it. I didn’t follow up online and I didn’t watch any TV coverage about it. I ignored Twitter streams with the hashtag #trayvonmartin.
It wasn’t because I didn’t care. It was because I cared too much. I didn’t look because I was in denial. Trayvon’s photos look like many of the photos of my son. Smiling and playing football, in the house with his family — it was heartbreaking, far too heartbreaking for me to digest when it first happened. It wasn’t until the middle of the week when a co-worker asked me what I thought about the situation that I really started to have to soak it in. It brought up a lot of emotions, a lot of pain. This is the Emmet Till of my son’s generation. This is a terrorizing time for Black fathers. READ FULL STORY HERE