Hello. Dont recognize me? Thats OK; I understand. My name was Antonio West. I was the 13-month old child who was shot in the face at point blank range by two black teens, who were attempting to rob my mother, who was also shot. I think my murder and my mommys wounding made the news for maybe a day, and then disappeared. A Grand Jury of my mommy's peers from Brunswick, Georgia ruled the black teens who murdered me will not face the death penalty... too bad it was me who got the death sentence from my killers instead, because Mommy didnt have the money they demanded. See, my family made the mistake of being white in a 73% non-white neighborhood, but my murder wasnt ruled a hate crime. Oh, and President Obama didnt take a single moment to acknowledge my murder. He couldnt have any children who could possibly look like me - so why should he care? Im one of the youngest murder victims in our great Nation's history, but the media didnt care to cover the story of my being killed in cold blood. There isnt a white equivalent of Al Sharpton, because if there was he would be branded a racist. So no ones rushing to Brunswick, Georgia to demonstrate and demand justice for me. Theres no White Panther party, either, to put a bounty on the lives of the two black teens who murdered me. I have no voice, I have no representation, and unlike those who shot me in the face while I sat innocently in my stroller - I no longer have my life. Isnt this a great country? So while youre out seeking justice for Trayvon, please remember to seek justice for me. Tell your friends about me, tell you families, get tee-shirts with my face on them, and make the world pay attention, just like you did for Trayvon. I wont hold my breath. I dont have to anymore.