The situation could have gone like this:
It is about 7 pm, early evening. Zimmerman stops about 10 paces from Trevon Martin and asks politely
“Excuse me. I am George Zimmerman, the security person for this complex. Can I ask you who you are and if you live here?”
“I am Trevon Martin and am visiting my friend in apartment —-. His name is —-. I can call him on my cell phone if you want.”
END OF STORY
Why was there a confrontation? It does take 2 people to have a confrontation. One aggressive person cannot have a confrontation if the other one backs up. What was going on in the heads of these 2 people?
Needless to say, the problem began when Zimmerman got out of his car. He had called the police already and they were on their way. It was a rainy Sunday early evening. Knowing that most people would be in their homes getting ready for their Monday workday (seems like a logical thought to me), who in their right mind would be casing any joints and planning a burglary or other nefarious act? On a rainy Sunday around 7 pm??
That thought seems to have eluded Zimmermans head. Or he just had such a desire to play cop and be a hero on that night that he did what he did. He had his gun strapped to his belt and he went out to be John Wayne. But he had no reason to go as far as he did. And now blood is on his hands. Wrongful blood.
I cannot believe that jury’s verdict!! I was 95% sure that he would be found guilty, at least to some degree! But then I was 100% sure that O J Simpson would be also! The evidence of wrongdoing was overwhelming in both cases. And yet….
I don’t know what it is that is in these jurors’ heads. Not logic.
The only comfort is in the fact that people like this can subsequently be slapped with a civil suit, found guilty, and all their earthly possessions taken away to pay for the damages, and hopefully make their lives a living hell for the rest of their miserable days. Perhaps that would be a better justice all around for the families of the victims.