A "Sternly-worded Letter" to George Zimmerman:
Dear George;
May I call you George? I feel as if I know you somehow, that you have been a part of my life forever. I suppose that is because you are the Class Bully, the grossly inadequate teacher, the lying politician, and the deceptive confidence man whom I have known throughout my entire waking existence. The sullen eyes when caught, the false-remorse in the face, the tailored suit which is intended to demonstrate respectability and upstanding citizenship: yes I know you well.
So the combination of racism, inadequately presented evidence, laws enacted to protect someone just like you, and good fortune have spared you, at least for now, the prison bars and walls. I have no doubt that as a garden-variety faux tough guy, you will in time, probably a very short time, get past all this. In fact, you may well be on your way to doing so in less than twenty-four hours.
So it is with certainty that you do not care one whit about anything or anyone in the whole world other than your own hedonistic motivations and actions that I tell you about one unintended consequence of your actions. That would be that you have taught intergenerationally millions of Americans that there are many out there like you, and that we will fight just that much harder to make things better for all who live here, not just for those who are not 'effing punks' or 'assholes' like you, sir. No, those of us who have sensibilities will teach our children to be accepting of others, not just tolerant, and will use you personally as an example of what the near-worst is in our blessed nation.
You are a young man, and you will live with the ramifications of what you have done forever. This does not mean to imply that you will feel guilt or remorse, but only that when you arrive somewhere, be it a hotel, or a gas station, or a restaurant, or if you apply for a mortgage, or visit a neighbor's home, and the individual finds out who you are, you will on many occasions face the grimace of hate which you had turned initially toward the kid who had the misfortune of crossing your path. Watch their eyes, George, watch the revulsion of every fiber of their being. You may have been the recipient of some good fortune yesterday, but alas! it will not persist for very long.
Most emphatically,
Us (and you know who we are)
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