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“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.” - Rumi  -- It goes without saying that I'm somewhat of an oddity in these parts. Everyone's looking at me. I probably should have done some quick research online to get a sense of the diversity in Istanbul, but I was too eager to get outside, to breathe in the same air that Rumi probably did way back in the 13th century. Okay, maybe the same air is an exaggeration, but I really wanted to just immerse myself in what little of Turkey I had access to, even if for the briefest of moments. And so I ventured outside the Radisson Blu hotel where I'm staying, compliments of Turkish Air. I had been told there wasn't too much to see here besides a park and a bridge. The hotel reviews online generally said the location was great for transits given the proximity of the airport, but far removed from the city's historical sites. That's fine, I didn't want tourism, I wanted Tur

You were there when Trayvon died. As the country screams for justice and tears are wrung from bleeding hearts, one truth remains. Trayvon died.   You killed him. He died because you killed him. Many tongues and even more minds have more than two cents to share about your motive. About the canker sores that eat at the cores of the United States of America. Conversations and talks, Tweets and walks, Protest, cry outs One-liners and shouts Someone feels the pain of a lost child. You killed a child, Mr. Zimmerman, No one knows that better than you because the only other person who could is now dead. You were there when Trayvon died. Mr. Zimmerman, it must be something difficult you’re going to have to deal with. You were with him in his last moments. Did you speak to him? Did you yell out the last words he heard on earth? You were there when Trayvon died. Mr. Zimmerman, you’ll probably be plagued for a while, fingers