To get a feel of what went on the night Trayvon Martin was killed, you need to listen to that 911 call made by a neighbor. The fatal shot is heard in the background.
Just listen to it.
You don't need any experts.
You don't need to know much about the case.
You don't even need an open mind.
But you do need to listen to that heart-wrenching call.
Then draw your own conclusions.
Nobody is made of stone.
The prosecutors should have made better use of the 14 recorded screams loud enough to be captured on the neighbor’s call to 911. They should have played those screams at the outset of their rebuttal -- a time when the defense was a sitting duck -- and they should have played those screams again at the very end -- so that the jurors would have retired to the jury room with those haunting screams ringing in their ears.
Nor did the Court’s ruling disallowing expert testimony on the 911 call prevent the prosecutors from playing the call during final argument; or prevent them from drawing common-sense conclusions from what is heard.
As for Zimmerman saying it was he doing the screaming -- and just as Martin was prying his gun away -- then why do we have none of Martin’s DNA on the gun? There should have been something there, even if Martin had merely touched the gun, let alone grabbed it, or struggled with it. Indeed, we might expect a struggle for control to leave a heavy DNA imprint on the gun. Yet, it left none.
What about the silence, that dead silence we note after the gunshot? Does it tell us anything? If Zimmerman was the one crying for help the ensuing silence after the shot is revealing -- unless he can plead for help and hold a gun to shoot at the same time.
And remember, Zimmerman says he screamed during his struggle with Martin. If this is so, then we would expect the screams to have been interrupted. They were not. Rather, the cries for help are steady, though growing more desperate, but at the same tempo as they had started. This is not plausible from a man having his head pounded on the pavement; it is not plausible from a man struggling to keep his gun.
No, those steady heart-wrenching howls were from someone who was held at gunpoint; someone who had felt the cold steel of a gun in his side; a teenager untested with the dangers of life; a juvenile who suddenly realized he was way over his head, and firmly believed his life was about to come to an end.