What about for my SON, my child, my baby?
Yours don’t count if they’re white.
She once had a drugged-out violent thief and thug for a son. Now, in his place she has a shiny new Social Justice icon named Trayvon Martin. She prefers the icon.
Since she insists on foisting herself on the public, where is the tear-filled apology for what her son did to George Zimmerman? Where is the acknowledgment of what her son had become? Where is her humble acknowledgement of the role she might have played in all this?
Is he white? Then fuggedaboutit.