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For Trayvon Martin: A Letter to Sanford Police Chief Bill Lee
Dear Mr. Lee, I, like thousands of people around the world, sat in horror as I listened to the 911 tapes of Trayvon Martin’s last moments on this earth. They were gut wrenching and terrifying. After reading more about the actions of Mr. Zimmerman leading up to Trayvon’s death, I grew more concerned. Your [...]
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