“You don’t have to stop wearing that jacket, E,“ I said. "What happened to that kid has nothing to do with you,” I lied. It did have something to do with him. But I refused to tell my 5-year-old that what happened to Trayvon was a possibility in his life. And I couldn’t turn this into a "bad things happen to bad people” conversation because that wasn’t what happened to Trayvon. I was stuck.