I cried for Trayvon and for all of the people like him who have ever been automatically and wrongfully categorized as dangerous because of their age, sex, and/or race. I cried for the people who genuinely believe that we live in a post-race society. I cried for the people who refuse to see that though this case is about many things, race is definitely one of them.
However, I cried mostly because how could I, an art historian, make a difference in this racist society when there were lawyers who thought and acted this way? Who saw each defendant or plaintiff as a number, as a case study? How could I ever hope to make a difference and cause positive change in this world? ?I want to go home,? I said angrily. ?I need to go.?