Here’s one of those laugh-so-you-don’t-cry stories: The Shroud of Trayvon.
 

Not content with having stirred up racial tensions from sea to shining sea, the progressive charlatans who convicted George Zimmerman without a trial now hope to have Trayvon Martin’s ill-fated hoodie displayed in the Smithsonian.
From Front Page Magazine ~

Just when you think the left can’t possibly get more unhinged about the shooting of black Trayvon Martin, the next step in his beatification is getting underway: the hoodie he died in may be acquired for the Smithsonian Institution. This not only will imbue it with an historical civil rights significance, which it has not earned, but will practically accord it the status of a religious relic.

Ever since the Left injected racism into the unfortunate death of Martin, the Hoodie has become their banner for “justice.” But, as Mark Tapson explains ~
 

… it is precisely the nature of the hoodie’s irrational power that derails honest discussion about race in “the age of Obama.” Draping itself in the shroud of Trayvon and clinging to a false narrative of racial grievance, the left feels no obligation to face facts about the case or to engage in any self-examination about the state of race in America today; instead they simply wave the hoodie as a symbol of the race war they imagine the White Power Structure is waging against blacks.

Lost in the entire phony narrative surrounding Martin’s death was a fundamental truth about human nature; when confronted with someone or something that looks suspicious, it’s in our own primal self-interest to react accordingly – not pretend that we’ve suddenly gone deaf, dumb and blind.

The utopian fantasists of the left refuse to acknowledge this, but judging strangers based on their appearance is a reasonable and natural act of self-preservation. Considering that hoodies are the uniform of choice for gangsta-wannabes, Occupy Wall Street vandals, and others who need a reason to partially conceal their identity, that article of clothing cannot escape its association with thugs. If you don’t want to be viewed with suspicion, don’t dress or act suspiciously. Dress like a prospect, not a suspect, as the saying goes.

 
It’s not rocket science people.
Tapson concludes his article with this ~

If it deserves a spot in the Smithsonian at all, it should not be as an emblem of white America’s ingrained racism toward blacks, but as a symbol of the left’s ingrained grievance-mongering and their refusal to embrace responsibility and reconciliation.

Here’s my suggestion for the Smithsonian’s National Museum of African American History and Culture:
Title the new exhibit “Keeping the FalseHood Alive.” And right next to the sweatshirt, include a small display with package of Skittles, a can of Arizona Watermelon fruit juice cocktail, and a recipe for a batch of homemade “poor man’s PCP.”