July 10, 2013 - WND.com
© Jack Cashill

In still one more of her prosecution-friendly rulings in the second degree murder trial Florida v. George Zimmerman, Judge Debra Nelson ruled on Wednesday that the jury will not see the many texts and photos on Trayvon Mart’s phones dealing with guns and fighting.

The ruling followed a lengthy, televised presentation by phone expert Richard Connor Tuesday night on the contents of Martin’s phone. Although the jury was not present, the media were and have no excuse for not reporting what Connor revealed.

As the texts made clear, the Martin family attorneys knew what they were doing when they moved to seal Martin’s school records even before the story went public.

This exchange between Martin and a female friend on November 21, 2012, three months before his death, spoke to where his life was heading.

After he told her he was “tired and sore” from a fight, she asked him why he fought. “Bae” is shorthand for “babe.”

MARTIN: Cause man dat nigga snitched on me

FRIEND: Bae y you always fightinqq man, you got suspended?

MARTIN: Naw we thumped afta skool in a duckd off spot

FRIEND: Ohh, Well Damee

MARTIN: I lost da 1st round :( but won da 2nd nd 3 rd . . . .

FRIEND: Ohhh So It Wass 3 Rounds? Damn well at least yu wonn lol but yuu needa stop fighting bae Forreal

MARTIN: Nay im not done with fool….. he gone hav 2 see me again

FRIEND: Nooo… Stop, yuu waint gonn bee satisified till yuh suspended again, huh?

MARTIN: Naw but he aint breed nuff 4 me, only his nose

The fight followed the mixed martial arts (MMA) format. A day later, he would tell a friend that his opponent “got mo hits cause in da 1 st round he had me on da ground nd I couldn’t do ntn.”

As his girlfriend complained, Martin was “always” fighting. He was also something of a sadist. His opponent, after all, did not bleed enough. Why might this be relevant?

Jonathan Good, the closest of the eyewitnesses to the shooting, testified last week that a there was a “black man in a black hoodie on top of either a white guy . . . or an Hispanic guy in a red sweater on the ground yelling out help,” and that black man on top was “throwing down blows on the guy MMA [mixed martial arts] style.”

On November 22, the day after the MMA-style fight, Martin told a friend that his mother “just kicked me out” and that he had to move in with his father.

When the friend asked why, Martin answered, “Da police caught me outta skool.” Said the friend, “U a hoodlum.” “Naw,” said Martin. “I’m a gangsta.”

On December 21, 2011, Martin told a friend, “dam I just got in trouble 4 sum sh** I aint even do.” His mother, Sybrina Fulton, was dismayed. “Pack up your clothes now,” she texted him.

On December 22, Martin confided to a girlfriend, “I got in trouble.” She asked, “What did you do now.” As was typical, Martin took no responsibility. “I aint do ntn . . . . call me.”

On the day before Christmas, his mother, Sybrina Fulton texted Martin, “I’m concerned about u but I’m praying for u and I want U to pray for yourself EVERYDAY, ok.” She was texting the son she used to know.

On January 6, 2012, Martin got into trouble at school again. When asked why, he told a friend, “Caus I was watcn a fight nd a teacher say I hit em.”

Said the friend, “Idk how u be getting in trouble an sh**.” By this time, Martin’s mother had thrown him out of the house for “fightn,” and he had moved in with his aunt and uncle.

The multiple texts about “weed” and the photos of marijuana plants confirmed Martin’s interests in drugs. On February 21, five days before the shooting, “Weedhead”—as a friend called Martin--took the bus for Orlando to stay with his father’s girlfriend, Brandy Green.

Martin was free to travel because his school had suspended him again, this time for possession of marijuana and a pipe. The bust did little to sober him up.

“I hid m weed,” he confided to a girl friend, afraid that he might have been searched before the trip. He texted later that day, “I got weed nd I get money Friday.”

The text and photos pointed to an even more dangerous new hobby, namely guns. Indeed, one of the photos of Trayvon Martin’s showed a hand, likely Martin’s own, on a pistol.

Guns excited him. “U got heat??” he enthused upon learning that a friend had access to a gun. On the bus trip to Orlando Martin was negotiating to buy a handgun with a friend. “U wanna share a .380?” he asked.

Upon leaving Miami, Martin seemed to be growing angrier. On February 21, he texted a girlfriend who was pouting about another girl, presumably in Sanford.

Wrote Martin, “f***z u cuz I neva text ha 2 day I made dat sh** up so u leav me df alone bout it.” Two days later on February 23, a friend tried to warn Martin off some behavior that troubled even the friend. “I ain’t ya parent,” he texted him, “but gsh** thro it away.”

Martin was not in the mood to be lectured to. “Y u gotta knock my hustle??” he shot back.

One of the more indicative messages revealed by Connor came from Martin’s younger half-brother, Demetrius Martin. Last seen in the media crying as he remembered his brother during a “March for Peace,” this message had Demetrius asking Martin when he was “going to teach me to fight.”

If Zimmerman is convicted, insiders think Nelson’s ruling so inappropriate that it will get the conviction overturned and perhaps even get the case dismissed.

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