Their 'fifteen minutes of fame'....

That expression, attributed to Andy Warhol, seems to accurately describe this family's vigorous embrace of the media circus surrounding the demise of their son. Customized T-shirt, new baggy-assed jeans, freshly-styled and colored hairdo, special commemorative and ostentatiously large button prominently displayed on her shirt, depicting a 'surrender posture' that in no way expresses the true feelings of the black community, but makes for great 'PR' they think....
What the hell's going on here? Is this Showbiz? What about the Movie Rights?

Obfuscatorially speaking, the real facts appear to be shrouded in mystery, with the police handing out one story, and others contributing various other versions, and the whole thing has become distorted by all kinds of meddling opportunists jumping into it for fun and profit, and the whole thing has become disgusting.

Whitey, the brainless young idiot, in a panic, shot repeatedly a big black kid whom he feared might easily harm him if not immediately immobilized by the most effective means available, his gun. And in that moment when his better instincts deserted him and he acted impulsively, he re-opened age-old wounds never properly healed within the black community who are still waiting for their rightful share of that 'freedom' that white America makes so much noise about.

And all of this immediately morphed into yet another chapter in the struggle between blacks and whites in America. At the risk of waxing philosophical here for a moment, this is the very kind of situation exemplified by the Biblical references to the sins of the fathers being visited upon their sons in future generations. And it all started with those slave-owners who didn't really give a damn for 'future generations'. And here we are, still trying to clean up their mess, and not making much useful progress. 

May I suggest? Take off that riot gear, put away the machine guns and the Molotov cocktails, put on your shorts and T's, and take each other for a beer,
and try to find some common American ground. You Whiteys should remember that those blacks you're using for target practice are the very same blacks who have been doing the bulk of the fighting for you in your military in those idiotic wars that assholes like Dubya too easily start; and you Blacks need to remember that those Whiteys, like it or not, include Daddy Bigbucks who finances the places where you make a living - except for the ones they move offshore - and his forefathers made the rules you still haven't managed to change more in your own favor. So you both need to work together, because you're stronger that way than you are separately, if only you're smart enough to realize it.

If I had to sum up America in one word, that word would be 'confrontational'.
And it's going to be your national epitaph. Mark my words.