I am not Trayvon Martin. I’m a 28 year old, white male. I have taught children from K-12, and no children or parents have ever felt uneasy with me, even though there were times in the recent past where I was a daily pot smoker, something that not once has yielded any negative consequences. These people looked to me as a role model. At 15 and older, I took and continue to take walks to feed my sweet tooth. Once, I walked home more drunk than I’ve ever been, and was picked up by police. They said that there had been a report of a verbal altercation nearby between a neighborhood woman and a caucasian male who fit my exact description, down to the color of my T-shirt. The police believed me when I told it wasn’t me, and gave me a ride to my apartment door, telling me that because I had been so cooperative, I had saved myself $300 and a citation for public drunkenness. This would never happen if I wasn’t white. I am not Trayvon Martin.