There, but for the grace of God...

Barack Obama has once again interjected himself into the Trayvon Martin post verdict emotions by trying his best to aggravate all parties involved by stating "Trayvon Martin could have been me." 

All the details brought forth in this case recall an incident that happened when I stayed on a kibbutz in central Israel many decades ago, picking oranges and studying Hebrew. It was located  about 7 kilometers from the West Bank and they had a watchman who walked the grounds with a loaded Uzi submachine gun every night.

There was a "fellow student," an American Jewess (she stood about half a head taller than I) who was upset that no one wanted to be her boyfriend. One night she got drunk and ranted in front of the two rows of bungalows we stayed in about how bad things were in Israel, etc. It really was about her personal situation. One night, in an act of spiteful mischief, she put on one of her plain sweaters and pants, mannish work shoes and a cheap, flat Halloween-type (I should say Purim-type) mask and threw open the door of the bungalow I stayed in (we had no locks). Seeing this tall figure in the dark just staring at me with a mask, I thought I was looking at a Palestinian terrorist and that I had about five minutes left to live in my 25 year old life. She purposely chose to create this impression and stood silently to maximize the drama. She knew exactly what she was doing.

I thought about the hunting knife I had bought from another work-study student from Canada and realized I was too far away to grab it from my closet. If it had been near me, I would have attempted to plunge it into her chest without any hesitation. Had I possessed a gun, I believe I would have put four bullets in her chest and one into her head, thinking this was a male terrorist, even if afterwards it would lead to a full police inquiry. I would have had no regrets about what I did, no matter what the statutes of Israeli law said about my actions after the fact.

After about the longest two minutes of my life, the woman took off the mask and identified herself to me, followed by some obnoxious remarks. My heart was pounding about 180 beats per minute and my first concern was to calm down. I also didn't see any point in arguing with her, as it was obvious that this was a bitter, frustrated bully who loved what she just did. And now that she had identified herself, any show of anger on my part would be seen by others as "being mean to the girl" who did "nothing." 

But had I kept the hunting knife near me at the desk, this could have ended very ugly and tragically. So I could have been George Zimmerman that night, just with a knife. And I had a lot more reason to believe that I was dealing with a terrorist than Trayvon Martin had to believe that Zimmerman was a gay would-be rapist, as has been said after the trial by Rachel Jeantel on the Piers Morgan Show. So when Sally Zelikovsky said at AT   that "because any one of us, at any time, of any color, could be either Trayvon Martin or George Zimmerman" it was a statement that I don't have to theorize about it possibly being true. But I  was fortunate enough to not have lived out that reality with my standing over a body that had deadly knife wounds - or a young woman standing over my body with its deadly knife wounds.

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