He starts the book with discussing Trayvon Martin and how he didn't get to grow up, figure out who he was, make mistakes, evolve, love, hate, fail, try again, live. Any black boy in 2012 could've been Trayvon, just like any black boy in 1955 could've been Emmitt Till. Mychal's life could've been violently ended by white supremacy at 17, but he wasn't; he was able to live and tell his story, unlike the thousands who weren't able to.
