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REMEMBER ANTONIO WEST

Story ID:10242
Written by:Frederick William Wickert (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:In Memory
Location:New Brunswick Georgia USA
Year:2014
Person:Antonio West
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REMEMBER ANTONIO WEST
I received this by e-mail today. I believed it fitting to be posted here too. There was an adorable picture with the e-mail but it did not allow the picture to be downloaded.



Hello. Don't recognize me? That's OK; I understand.

My name was Antonio West. I was the 13-month old child who was shot in the face at point blank range by
two black teens, who were attempting to rob my mother, who was also shot.

I think my murder and my mommy's wounding made the news for maybe a day, and then disappeared.

A Grand Jury of my mommy's peers from Brunswick, Georgia ruled the black teens who murdered me will not
face the death penalty... too bad it was me who got the death sentence from my killers instead, because Mommy
didn't have the money they demanded.

See, my family made the mistake of being white in a 73% non-white neighborhood, but my murder wasn't ruled a 'hate crime'.

Oh, and President Obama didn't take a single moment to acknowledge my murder. He couldn't have any children
who could possibly look like me - so why should he care?

I'm one of the youngest murder victims in our great Nation's history, but the media didn't care to cover the story of
my being killed in cold blood.

There isn't a white equivalent of Al Sharpton, because if there was he would be branded a 'racist'. So no one's rushing
to Brunswick, Georgia to demonstrate and demand 'justice' for me. There's no 'White Panther' party, either, to put a
bounty on the lives of the two black teens who murdered me.

I have no voice, I have no representation, and unlike those who shot me in the face while I sat innocently in my stroller -
I no longer have my life.

Isn't this a great country?

So while you're out seeking 'justice for Trayvon' or justice for Michael Brown, please remember to seek 'justice' for me.
Tell your friends about me, tell your families, get tee-shirts with my face on them, and make the world pay attention, just
like you did for Trayvon and Michael Brown (the Gentle Giant).

I won't hold my breath. I don't have to anymore.