A student at the school where my boyfriend works as a counselor was shot and killed last week. It was a random shooting and it happened in front of his two younger sisters. There wasn't so much of a peep out of the media about it, while the news of Teri Shiavo's death made it's way down my and everyone else's throat. While I feel for her family's pain, how is a white woman's vegetative life more valuable than a young living functioning black male's? How was she more innocent? It's times like these when I have to compress the monstrosity of the media into the voice of an annoying loud guy screaming on his cell phone at Starbuck's about the problems with his SUV. If I didn't have the ability to dissassociate (a skill developed in my childhood), I'd likely go live on a leper colony in South America (Che Guevara style).

All I can do is write a blog full of sound and fury, and quietly ask White America why it insists on just plain ignoring the violence, poverty, and pain of black urban youths. I'm not asking anyone to absolve anyone of their responsibility, I'm just saying, when young men and women who aren't white or rich get shot, could the press amount to more than a tiny story on the back page? Could someone just talk about it a little more?

Just for today, I'm sick of the media.