Hello. Don’t recognize
me?
That’s OK; I
understand.
My name was Antonio
West.
I was the 13-month old child who was shot
in the face at point blank range by two black teens, who were attempting to rob
my mother, who was also shot.
I think my murder and my mommy’s wounding
made the news for maybe a day, and then
disappeared.
A Grand Jury of my
mommy’s peers from Brunswick , Georgia ruled the black teens
who murdered me will not face the death penalty. Georgia doesn't have the death
penalty for under 18 year olds. Too bad it was me who got the death sentence
from my killers instead, because Mommy didn’t have the money they
demanded.
See, my family made the mistake of being white in a 73% non-white neighborhood, but my murder wasn’t ruled a ‘hate crime’.
Oh, and President Obama didn’t take a
single moment to acknowledge my
murder.
Attorney General Eric Holder didn’t come
into town and start a Federal
investigation.
Neither one have any children who could
possibly look like me - so why should they care?
I’m one of the youngest murder victims in
our great Nation's history, but the media didn’t care to cover the story of my
being killed in cold blood.
There isn’t a white equivalent of Al
Sharpton, because if there was he would be branded a
‘racist’.
So no one’s rushing to Brunswick , Georgia
to demonstrate and demand ‘justice’ for
me.
There’s no ‘White Panther’ party, either,
to put a bounty on the lives of the two black teens who murdered
me.
I have no voice, I have no representation,
and unlike those who shot me in the face while I sat innocently in my
stroller
I no longer have my
life.
Isn’t this a great
country?
So while you’re out seeking ‘justice for
Trayvon Martin or Michael Brown’, please remember to seek ‘justice’ for
me.
Tell your friends about me, tell your
families, get tee-shirts with my face on them, and make the world pay attention,
just like you did for Trayvon and Brown.
I won’t hold my
breath.
I don’t have to anymore.
.
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