The Aftermath of a Incident of Pain

Okay, he shot the boy, we know it, but I never felt he would be convicted, for many reasons. I pray the family finds peace. I pray the shooter finds the courage to tell the truth at some point in his existence. While people are saying ohhh he was a terrible child I heard he smoked weed, he cussed, he blah blah blah. The bible tells us not to judge. None of these so called supporters of the shooter are perfect or have perfect kids, don't believe me check out your kids, twitter, facebook, instagram etc..., they are kids they vent, this is their virtual diary. Wrong however is wrong, but the jury of his peers found him not guilty...so there you have it. I know God sits up high and looks down low and hears and sees all, including the dirty deeds. So we as beautiful black people have further validation, that color still matters...duh. We need to focus on loving each other more. We need to stop the violence in our own neighborhoods, we need to watch and protect each other. I'm a firm believer in taking care of my neighborhood. We also must educate our kids of the laws and rules wherever they go. As for me, Florida especially that part of the Orange juice state don't have to worry about me bringing my beautiful black there. I'm good, I have enough to worry about in the city, let alone visiting a place I'd thought would be a vacation site but clearly has some color line issues, I did a history check, not so warm and fuzzy there. I realize these issues are everywhere, people judge, but because I judge does not mean I get to grab a weapon and lose my mind and then clean it up like "my bad". As human beings we need to do better. My house was broken in 3-4 times, it hurt it was a violation, yeah I was hurt, angry, but...it's stuff, I didn't want somebody to die, I truly wanted them to be caught and have to work it off at some jail, doing hard manual labor in the sun,I dreamed of me giving them that whupping mommy didn't do. I wanted them to break rocks, pay a penance, but not to be shot down because I thought you would take my STUFF. I didn't have insurance, I'm struggling, I couldn't replace those items, I cried, but I didn't run and get a gun and go shooting funny looking folks, who looked odd to me and my hood was odd. Humans, grow up! stuff can be replaced, the teen will never come back home to momma, the shooter will never be normal again. Just hope your baby is not next on his list of people in his community. Bullets have no color and zealots have no control, black today could be vanilla tomorrow.