Pointedstick wrote:
Again, these are Jeantel's own words here. I'm not making anything up.
Where is the outrage that Angela Corey and her band of unethical retarded cheetahs ruined Zimmerman's life in order to avenge the death of a racist homophobic burglar dopehead who happened to pick the wrong guy to give what looks sort of like a "sport beating."
The alternate reality scenario below is provided for instructional, comparative and stimulative purposes.
I want you to imagine the following situation: It's Mississippi in 1955. There is a local 17 year old white kid named Trey (his actual name was Jefferson Davis Martin III, but everyone just called him "Trey"). Trey didn't work. He sat around and drank on most days. He had been caught stealing from his neighbors. He had been kicked out of school a few times for fighting, vandalizing property and bringing liquor to school. Most people in the community felt that Trey was just a typical piece of white trash (which in rural Mississippi in the 50s wasn't really that unusual).
One evening, Trey was visiting his cousin Bob's house in a neighboring community (Bob's full name was Robert E. Lee Farrell, Jr.). While Trey was at Bob's he decided to walk down to the bait shop about a mile from Bob's house to pick up a bottle of RC cola and a bag of peanuts.
As Trey was walking back to Bob's from the bait shop, he decided to take a shortcut through a pasture that was owned by the county, but which local farmers used to let their cattle graze. Unknown to Trey, there was a local black farmer named George Washington Mann who had several head of cattle grazing in the field, and there had been several incidents in recent months where teenagers from neighboring communities had engaged in "cow tipping", which had recently escalated as one of the teenagers had done what was being referred to as a "barn invasion", where he broke into a barn and tipped over every cow in there, and on his way out stole a saddle and two bags of feed.
(It's worth noting that Mr. Mann was actually not completely black. One of his grandfathers married a Cherokee indian woman that he met out west in 1875 while working as a cook on a wagon train and their daughter (Mr. Mann's mother) was half-Cherokee, which made Mr. Mann 25% Cherokee, though his features made him look like a typical black male. Mr. Mann always fancied himself as having a bit of Cherokee warrior blood in him, and some of his friends had joked with him over the years that he was a "wanna-be Cherokee warrior", which Mr. Mann actually took as a bit of a compliment.)
Mr. Mann was a bit overweight, and when he was in grade school one of his teachers told him that when he grew up he better hope that he would turn into a slimmer man than the pudgy kid that he was at the time. Although Mr. Mann never did turn into that slimmer man (he remained pudgy throughout his life), the nickname "Slimmerman" stuck, and thus Mr. Mann was know to most of his friends as "Slimmerman."
In response to the barn invasion and cow tipping incidents, Slimmerman's neighbors asked him to keep a close eye on the pasture at night (he had often talked of having superior night vision due to his Cherokee blood). His neighbors figured that Slimmerman would be willing to take on this unpaid and mostly thankless task if they flattered him that only someone like him with superior night vision would be able to perform the "pasture watch" duties in a satisfactory manner.
Although race relations in Slimmerman's community were not great, Slimmerman got along with most of the white people in the community reasonably well and he was viewed as a hardworking farmer and some of the white people in the community considered him a friend.
So on this night as Trey was taking the shortcut through the pasture, Slimmerman was sitting in an observation position he had built midway up a windmill that sat in the corner of the pasture. Slimmerman was carrying a six shooter that he normally carried when working around his farm and tending his cows (he had joked with his friends that he liked to have his six shooter with him, just in case he ran into some cattle rustlers).
Although Trey was not planning to do any cow tipping that evening, he had certainly tipped his share of cows, and in fact was once suspended from school after being caught with "cow tipping tools" in his locker.
As Trey made his way across the pasture, Slimmerman noticed him and wondered what he was doing. He also noticed that the person walking across the field wasn't anyone he recognized from the local community. He decided to get down from the windmill and get a closer look. As he was walking toward the stranger, he thought to himself "These fucking cow tippers. They always get away."
As Slimmerman approached Trey to get a better look at him, Trey saw him approaching as well. Trey thought to himself "What's that creepy-ass nigger doing approaching me?"
As the two got closer to each other, Slimmerman called out "Hey, what are you doing here in this field?" Trey responded to this by saying "You got a problem with me?"
The two of them proceeded to have a brief exchange of words, with Slimmerman's suspicion growing that he had identified a cow tipper and Trey's anger growing that a black man was calling him out and making him feel a bit intimidated.
Suddenly, Trey took off running into the darkness. Slimmerman walked in the direction that Trey had run, but after he lost sight of him he started walking back to the windmill. As he was walking back, however, he saw Trey suddenly emerge from between two cows and move aggressively toward him. Before Slimmerman entirely comprehended the change in Trey's demeanor, Trey had hit him very hard in the face and Slimmerman felt his nasal passages fill with blood as his eyes teared up and he felt himself crumble to the ground. Slimmerman hadn't expected the blow and was still trying to comprehend what was happening to him as he got up and started staggering back to the windmill.
Slimmerman had no desire to engage in a violent confrontation with a white person, whether justified or not, because he knew that any time a black man and white man got into a fight, it was always the black man that seemed to come out the loser, one way or another. He was thinking this as he was moving in the direction of the windmill and trying to clear his vision from the flood of tears that the punch to his nose had generated. Suddenly he felt the person who hit him collide with him from behind in a tackling motion, wrapping him up and taking him to the ground again. It was at this moment that Slimmerman noticed that the attacker, while skinny, had long arms and was actually quite tall and seemed athletic as well. Slimmerman wished at that moment that he was in better shape, because he already felt exhausted from what had transpired thus far, and the attacker's lightning reflexes scared Slimmerman a little. He couldn't believe how fast and out of nowhere that punch had been.
As the two rolled around on the ground, wrestling for position, Trey trying to get in clean shots on Slimmerman, and Slimmerman trying to wiggle free and deflect Trey's punches as much as he could, the two wound up near a pile of rocks that the county had put down to prevent erosion. When Trey finally had Slimmerman pinned down securely, his adrenaline was fueling what felt almost like a blind rage, and he started methodically pounding Slimmerman's head into the rock pile. Trey had a little trouble getting a good grip on Slimmerman's head and Slimmerman was resisting the pounding motion as much as he could, but Trey finally found the sweet spot by gripping the sides of Slimmerman's head and resumed the motion of pounding Slimmerman's head into the rock pile. Trey felt a surge of power as he continued pounding the other man's head into the rock pile.
When Slimmerman felt the attacker pin him securely and begin to use the leverage of his body to pound his head on the rocks, Slimmerman's terror reached a frantic level and Slimmerman felt himself crying for help, almost squealing for help. Between the dazed feeling he already had from the punch to his nose and the concussive crack he felt each time his head hit the rocks, Slimmerman felt his level of consciousness begin to deteriorate. Suddenly, he had the feeling that he was likely to only have a few more seconds of consciousness before he blacked out. As these thoughts crossed his mind, the horrifying image of Emmett Till's mutilated face flashed across Slimmerman's mind as well and he momentarily felt an almost bottomless sense of dread that this was the night he was going to die. Almost in exact synch with his thoughts, he looked up at the attacker and the attacker looked directly at him and hissed "You're gonna die tonight." (Slimmerman later realized that his thoughts of death probably came right after the attacker spoke to him, but it felt simultaneous at the time).
As Slimmerman was feeling the sense of impending death, he made one more desperate adrenaline-fueled push to free himself from his attacker, and this time it did seem to loosen the attacker's secure hold on him. As he wiggled around, he felt his clothes being pushed around as well and he suddenly became aware of the six shooter stuffed into the waistband of his pants. He didn't know why he hadn't thought about his gun so far in the altercation, but he would later realize that only about two minutes had passed since he had been hit in the nose, it just FELT like a long time, so it wasn't that surprising that he hadn't thought about his gun, given how quickly the attack had progressed.
At almost the same moment that Slimmerman became aware of the six shooter, Trey looked down at the man beneath him with the bloody face and felt a lump in the man's clothing that soon revealed a six shooter in the man's waistband. Trey suddenly had a feeling of intense curiosity about what it would feel like to shoot another person, especially a black man. He went for the man's gun at what seemed like the same moment that the man went for the gun as well.
As Trey frantically moved his hand around the man's waistband in the darkness, he briefly felt what he thought was the grip of the gun and the other man's hand and then he heard a loud BANG! and felt his whole body seem to just sort of soften and then felt a distant pain in his chest. Trey looked into the man's eyes below him and heard himself say "You got me" before rolling off and feeling a sleepy sense of darkness overtake him and then he died.
When Slimmerman heard the shot he initially worried that he might have shot himself with his own gun, and then he imagined how much worse the beating was going to become if he had shot at his attacker and missed, but all of the sudden he felt his attacker's grip ease up quickly and the attacker seemed to go limp as Slimmerman frantically pushed him away.
When the local sheriff got to the crime scene he realized that Trey had probably been the aggressor and that what Slimmerman had done was probably self-defense. The sheriff still performed a very thorough investigation, though, because he knew that if no charges were filed against Slimmerman it would trigger an intense backlash. As the sheriff's investigation proceeded, he called the district attorney (who was his friend), and told him that the investigation was leaning toward a finding of self-defense and wanted to get his thoughts. The DA told him that he was getting intense pressure from many places to charge Slimmerman with murder, but that if it turned out to be a case of self-defense he had an ethical obligation not to bring any charges if he knew that the charges were not supported by what actually occurred. The sheriff was happy to hear this and upon the completion of his investigation he concluded that Slimmerman was, in fact, acting in self-defense when he shot Trey.
When the sheriff and the DA announced that they would not be bringing any charges against Slimmerman because it had been found that he was acting in self defense when he shot Trey, the public went wild. Somehow, a picture of Trey when he was 12 years old wearing a confederate soldier Halloween costume was released and published in the papers and it was reported that this picture was taken the day before Slimmerman shot him, and it was also being reported that Slimmerman had shot Trey in the back, "execution-style."
The papers ran daily coverage of the story, and sensing the public's position on the story, began molding the narrative around this perception. Slimmerman began being ridiculed often for being a "wanna-be warrior" and for being a "cow tipper vigilante." People began saying that Slimmerman's story was "shady", and one newspaper began calling Slimmerman "Slim Shady", and ran a particularly vicious hit piece entitled "The Real Slim Shady", which suggested that Slimmerman may have been a homosexual child molester.
Leading white racist leaders from around the country began converging on Slimmerman's community. Strom Thurmond led a rally demanding that Slimmerman be charged with murder. The KKK staged rallies around the community demanding that Slimmerman be put in prison, and that if he didn't he would be killed to atone for the brutal murder of who was now being referred to as "Little Innocent Trey Martin." Later on, it turned out that some of these KKK rallies had been funded, in part, by a section of Eisenhower's Justice Department whose mission statement included "the blind pursuit of justice."
The Mississippi state attorney's office was led by a career political hack named Cruella Dehick, whose ambitions included to be the first female governor of Mississippi. She saw in the Slimmerman case a chance to realize her ambitions, and as the case against Slimmerman moved forward she found to her embarrassment that any time anyone said "Slimmerman" and "prison" in the same sentence it made her nipples hard.
Although the local sheriff and DA were outraged when they heard that Dehick was attempting to bring a murder case against Slimmerman, when they heard that Dehick was going to use a technical legal maneuver to bypass a grand jury, they went ballistic, but Dehick was not troubled by their opposition--she had a Governor's office to think about.
When the trial started, the public hatred of Slimmerman reached a fever pitch. His whole family had to go into hiding. All of his cows were killed in vicious tipping incidents in which the cows had their heads beaten on rocks after they were tipped over. The fact that the jury was all-black just convinced the protesters more that Slimmerman might actually get away with the brutal murder of "Little Innocent Trey Martin." Some media outlets were now reporting that Trey Martin was actually not 12 years old, but actually 10 years old, and that he had lied about his age to get into a KKK "leaders of the future" program that provided, among other things, assistance to orphan grandchildren of Civil War veterans.
On the day that the verdict was delivered, it was not guilty of all charges. The public went insane. Cruella Dehick held a press conference immediately after the verdict in which she made the following statement:
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here.
If we don't do something about this, every single black man in Mississippi will be a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Dairy Queen, spitting on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
With his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
And as the police approach put each hand up?
And admit that you're outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
[Reporters in the room join with with Ms. Dehick as she angrily shouts]
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
[Reporters stop shouting and Ms. Dehick now speaks in a low voice.]
And when he does, I want everyone to know that Cruella Dehick will be there to protect the good people of Mississippi from that depraved murderer who has taken our precious little eight year old Trey Martin from us.
As little innocent Trey Martin looks down at us from his perch in Heaven near our heavenly father, he calls to us in his sweet little voice "Is there no justice in that cold world?"
[Her voice now takes on the tone of confident command.]
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little controversy
Cause Mississippi would feel so empty without demagogues like me
I'm a visionary, vision is scary
I could start a revolution that the people would carry
So just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
Long live sweet little innocent murdered four year old Trey Martin!
Avenge his death, get the murderer, fire the torches, burn it all down!!!
[The reporters all run out of the room screaming like crazy monkeys and the same thing happens all over the state of Missisippi as Cruella Dehick stands in the empty room thinking about the Governor's mansion.]