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Yes, he was doing his job. The howlers all seem to be missing this point. He saw a stranger and tried to find out what they were doing and maybe get a look at them if he needed to supply a description for some reason later. Trayvon moved into an area where Mr. Zimmerman could not follow without dismounting from the SUV. Now much has been made of the dispatcher requesting that he break off the contact with Trayvon. Lesser men might have taken that as an excuse to stop doing their job, Mr. Zimmerman did not. If you go back and listen to 911 calls and dispatchers conversations they almost always try to defuse the situations, always telling people to wait, wait for the authorities. Mr. Zimmerman had the right at that time to question people as part of his job to watch and protect the property of the residents in the community. Now we know from Trayvon’s girl friend’s telephone call that Trayvon and Mr. Zimmerman exchanged words. Mr. Zimmerman asked what Trayvon was doing and Trayvon wanted to know why Mr. Zimmerman was watching him and there was the sound of “pushing”. We won’t know what was said or what the physical contact consisted of but we can pick up the story when Mr. Zimmerman starts to return to his SUV. At this point Mr. Zimmerman says that Trayvon hit him and knocked him to the ground. At this point the eye witness states that he saw Tayvon on top of Mr. Zimmerman hitting him. Mr. Zimmerman says that Trayvon slammed his head into the sidewalk. Trayvon did not stop the assault when Mr. Zimmerman cried out loudly for him to stop and for help. At that point the stand your ground laws has nothing to do with protecting your life. Just how many times do you let someone bash the back of your skull into the concrete? For the witness to look out of the door and see the two of them struggling then move to the upstairs window while calling the 911 number must have taken somewhere between 10 and 20 seconds. That is a VERY long time with adrenaline time dilation. Mr. Zimmerman moved to protect his life. Regardless of what words were spoken or how the altercation went at the first contact when Mr. Zimmerman walked away with his back towards Trayvon that should have ended it. When Trayvon attacked he became the aggressor, he did not afford Mr. Zimmerman the option to retreat and Mr. Zimmerman defended himself.

I listened to the entire 911 call, before the pummeling. And there's nothing to indicate the racist narrative that the networks were making.

There had to be a racial component, Jewel, why else would a 'White Hispanic' shoot a brother.

The only charge not filed in the Duke rape case was attempted murder.

>>And there's nothing to indicate the racist narrative that the networks were making.

And if the were slurs made, they justify TM's aggression? Something ain't right.

The narrative must be maintained to preserve the race-baiting poverty pimp status quo. We've collectively spent almost half a century elevating the unqualified and perverting our institutions on the basis of sex and race. Hell, we've invented the twin fictions of "wymens" and "black" studies, and allowed them to be peddled to the foolish as actual education. At some point, gravity takes hold.

Here is an uncomfortable truth that the Trayvon Martin supporters ignore: Too many white people have had a frightening experience with young black men wearing hoodies.

I have had many frightening encounters where I have feared for my life. Or my children’s lives.

I don’t fear older black men dressed like men. I don’t fear older black women dress as older black women dress. I don’t usually fear for my life with black women in general, especially women with children, but that is changing.

I’ve seen too much violence of black on black crime and black on white crime. Whites aren’t allowed to talk about it. We are supposed to be outraged by white racism, but pretend there is no such thing as black racism. Well, too bad. I look at a photo of Trayvon Martin and he scares the shit out of me.

You all see this hoodwinkery, right? They've got a grab-bag of these stories that they're constantly refreshing. When they need to divert the news away from Barry's shortcomings, to something blaming *you" or *them*, they reach into that ol' bag and pull out a whopper. They flip it to a willing and bent-over press, who dutifully flog it until it loses its potency.

Axe has an office of drones in Chicago reading all the news from everywhere, and filing reports on its news distraction potential. And the Media Matters surrogate.

Imagine the scene in 1984, where they are sitting at their desks at Minitrue, rewriting history, and talking into their microphones. And they look at each other with sullen disregard. Axe as O'Brien.

Stick to your game. Don't fall into Axe's distraction vortex.