A 16-year-old asks: What is a kid’s life worth?  By Jmar Reid
Parishioners attend Sunday service at Allen Chapel AME church in
the historic black neighborhood of Goldsboro on July 14, 2013 in
Sanford, Florida. During... Scott Olson/Getty Images  Trayvon
Martin was an ordinary 17-year-old boy, living an ordinary life.
He was not a criminal. The only thing he did was leave the house
where he was staying in Sanford, Fla., to go to the store.  I’m
a 16-year-old black boy. I live in New York now. But when I
heard the news of Trayvon’s death I thought to myself, “Hey, I
lived in Florida for such a long time and it seemed like a fair
place to me.” With that thought in mind I had a really strong
feeling that George Zimmerman would be convicted of second-
degree murder. I was sure that Zimmerman was going to jail,
especially when the manslaughter charge was introduced in the
case.  I was watching TV and waiting for the verdict to be
announced last Saturday. When I heard the words “not guilty,” my
heart sank. I was sad