We didn't mourn with the family from the church pews when seventeen teen year old, Trayvon Martin, was sent to his homecoming with God. We had not yet heard of his name. We couldn't stop the one shot fired on that drizzling night in Sanford, Florida on February 26, 2012. We, too, were watching LeBron, Kobe and D. Wade on our television. We didn't raise our voices when the man who pulled the trigger was allowed to sleep in his own bed the night he ended the life of the young man from Miami. We hadn't yet heard the...