A few weekends ago Turo and I had a date. We went to the local vegetarian restaurant (or as Turo knows it "the one with the box of blocks").
Then we headed to see an awesome UM student run percussion group's show.
It was a fun night and Turo fell asleep in the car. Since it was raining, I pulled up his hoodie to carry him into the house. My thoughts went right to Trayvon and how his mother probably tucked him into bed at night. I thought of how scary his last moments must have been. After leaving Turo's room, I got on-line and discovered Geraldo's comments about the role of the hoodie in Trayvon's death.
Yup, hoodies make Black boys look pretty dangerous don't they?