I am a young white woman. Last night, I attended a JusticeforTrayvon rally in East LA. As I walked up the block toward the main square, I passed a line of (all white) cops.
"Are you going to the rally?" one asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Behave yourself," he said with a wink.
I gave a short laugh. ”I will” (I really wanted to say, “You, too.”)
He gave me a big, friendly smile and pointed me toward the square.
I am not Trayvon Martin.