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  • It seems that Trayvon Martin’s life was no more than a flash card, a life lesson briefly displayed in the midst of every day distractions. On one side his velvet black eyes pull at the sweet spots of our souls, inviting the God in us to see the God in him. On the other side in bold print is LOVE or JUSTICE or EQUALITY. In the moment, we are transfixed by those eyes and those messages. The card flashes before us over and over on our computer and television screens, the front pages of newspapers and magazines. We have memorized the lessons. We set the card aside. We are sure we will never forget. The days pass, taxes are due, families split, jobs are lost, a man murders his children, schools close, our wants swell and our memories shrink. We see the card again; velvet black eyes gone grey. What’s the lesson? we’re quizzed. Something about a kid in a hoodie with candy. Give me a hint.

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