“Until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.” – Martin Luther King, Jr. – Civil Rights Memorial, Montgomery, AL ©Ravens View Photography
I can’t pretend to know what it feels like to be racially profiled. I know that my (frighteningly) white skin, blonde hair & small frame will never be mistaken for “thuggish” or even “suspicious”. However; I do know right from wrong. I am sick of hearing the “well, Trayvon may have attacked/hit him” and the “stand your ground” arguments. They hold no weight for me. I stood at my back door just over a year and a half ago with two men attempting to kick it in, chambered the ol’ Mossberg shotgun – and let them know exactly what would happen if they got through that door – in an extremely unladylike, un-Southern fashion. I’m talking pearl clutching language. You’d be surprised at how effective the distinct sound of a shotgun being chambered is in chasing harm away. Long story short – nobody died. Did I feel a genuine threat to my life? Yes. But you don’t pull a trigger unless it is your absolute last line of defense.
