We cannot kill children...
unless their wardrobe threatens our safety...
or the color of their skin makes me feel uncomfortable...
or how about if they get a little too close to my happy home?

Trayvon Martin was a boy. He was a son. He was a child.
This popular photo of Trayvon Martin captured years before the unjust taking of his life depicted the innocence found in a life stolen too soon. A Black boy in a hoodie had somehow become a symbol of danger in America. However, the photo of Trayvon was seen as
this in the eyes of many. An appeal to humanity found in all people brought upon feelings ranging from rage, for the fact that Black life seems to be disposable within our culture, to despair, in grieving for a life that had ended before it had a chance to start. To stare into the eyes of a child, regardless of his or her ethnicity invokes some type of emotion in all people. The sole image of a lone boy forces the viewer to acknowledge that this was a person and now he is gone. He no longer exists because his life was stolen. He no longer opens the eyes that you are looking into over a computer screen. He is now buried six feet under because of a deeply rooted prejudice that continues to grow within the soil of America. He is not the convoluted image of a thug that the media has created. He has a name, family, and home that he can never return to. Trayvon was just a Black boy who's fate had been determined by the color of his skin and let's not forget the threatening hooded jacket. The same prejudice that killed Emmett Till has taken the life of Trayvon and will continue to take the lives of many more
Trayvons.
-Ashley McNeill