I Am Not Trayvon Martin

If I were shot and killed, you would never hear Obama talking about it because I look nothing like his son.

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The latest liberal idiocy involves while college kids apologizing for their "white privilege" by declaring "I am not Trayvon Martin". Of course they're more likely to get assaulted going through a black neighborhood, than the Trayvon Martins are going through a white neighborhood, but facts like that stopped mattering years ago.

So let me take my own shot at it.

I am not Trayvon Martin. Not just because if confronted by a local Latino homeowner, I'm not likely to pick up a fight with him and beat him until he shoots me.

I am also not Trayvon Martin because if I were shot and killed by any person, regardless of race, color or creed, you would never hear Obama talking about it because I look nothing like his son.

Lacking the Black Skin Privilege that turns a death into an opportunity for race baiting, I would just be another statistic. There would be no rallies for me and no t-shirts with my name on it. No one would be talking about how they are me or aren't me.

Twenty years ago, a young man who looked very much like me was stabbed to death in Crown Heights by a mob shouting, "Kill the Jew". His name was Yankel Rosenbaum. The man responsible for the race riot he was killed in has a show on MSNBC and is considered Obama's main liaison to the black community.

So I know that if I were killed, the man responsible would probably show up on MSNBC ten years later lecturing on racism and white privilege.

If I were killed, my death would not be a cause, only another urban statistic in cities where crime is disproportionately carried out by the Trayvon Martins of the world, who are turned into martyrs when they are killed, rather than when they do the killing.

I am not Trayvon Martin because my death would not be used to convince bored white kids to pour out their fake guilt in histrionic displays of political correctness.

I am not Trayvon Martin because no one would care what brand of candy I was carrying or what I was wearing or where I was going. I would be another white outline on the sidewalk that the white privilege kids would walk around on the way to another seminar on white privilege.