By Michael Skolnik
I remember growing up and always hearing my parents and their friends talk about one pivotal moment in their lives. They remembered exactly where they were at that point. Exactly who told them the news. Exactly how they felt once it all sunk in. When President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963, everyone who was alive during that time remembers.
One year ago, today, was our generation’s moment. It was late on a Saturday night. Some of us were out to dinner. Some of us were home with our families. Some of us were still shopping. Some of us were driving in our cars. But, no matter where we were, we all heard and we all will always remember. Shortly after 10PM Eastern Standard Time, after 16 hours of deliberation, a six member, all-female jury acquitted George Zimmerman of murdering 17 year old Trayvon Martin. Silence. Quiet. And then some tears. Rolled down my face as I sat in my living room watching the television with my girlfriend tightly holding my hand. I had sat in the courtroom in Sanford, Florida, for weeks with the family of Trayvon, but I felt it would be easier to watch the verdict from my home. Motionless, I sat for hours.
For millions of Americans around the country and millions of supporters around the world, we were hurt. We were saddened. We were deeply disappointed. And yes we will always remember that moment for the rest of lives, however there are two people whose pain and suffering is unmatched. Tracy Martin and Sybrina Fulton, the parents of the unarmed teenager, stayed out of court that night, as they had no intention of hearing the verdict read aloud in front of them. Instead, privately, they dealt with the decision to let George Zimmerman roam free in their own way. With courage, honor and grace, Tracy and Sybrina marched on. Nothing, not even watching the killer of their youngest child be found not guilty, would stop them from their mission to heal America.