I see Zimmerman more passive aggressive than anything. Mistreating women is one thing but suddenly being face to face with a shadowy figure you think is a prowler and just called the cops on is another thing.
If the situation didn't unfold so quickly I think Zimmy would have needed a change of underwear.
Even so to alert police of your location and then proceed to engage in something illegal (assault, brandishing a weapon etc) that just seems improbable, even for someone stupid, narcissistic, arrogant etc.
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I believe he was and is an angry narcissist who believed himself the equal of the police and thus entitled to do what he wanted, as if he was one of them. He was hell bent on showing some punk what's what and showing everyone how important he was to enforcing the law. I think he was on the prowl for this kind of situation. He was eager for the opportunity to take a bad guy down.
I knew a man like him. He was my best friend's father. Rumor was he had been a cop but got kicked off the force. Bigger kids called him "Adam 12". He beat his wife, his dog and badly abused my friend. He also went around he neighborhood trying to tell neighbors and their children what to do and trying to "discipline" kids who didn't follow his self-imposed rules.
One day us little kids were screaming on the corner, playing that we were on a roller coaster. He came stalking over and threatened us that we better shut up or we were going to get it. We were terrified but also upset at this man we knew was a horrible abuser. So we hid behind a bush and started screaming again, once he'd gone back home. He came stalking back toward us, determined and furious. We scattered in fear and from a distance watched as he took each of our bikes to his front lawn, one by one, and started hosing them down. Maybe to rust them?
We got our parents who went over and got the bikes back. He was a scary person. Usually he'd back down to the parents but if it was a kid, forget it.
I remember this tough chick in my neighborhood, Marla, big and burly (she would wrestle the boys for fun), she'd ride her bike in circles in front of his house and mock him, chanting in a sing song voice, "Hey Georgie [his first name was George], look at them sexy legs!" He'd always wear these 1970's football coach shorts. It was great. He'd just growl, "You better watch it, Marla." He was a powder keg.
He finally left the neighborhood after being taken down and arrested by a lady cop who de-gunned him in the process. One of the more satisfyingg days/nights of my life. He was arrested after I called a child abuse hotline. His kid, my former best friend, still lived there. But after years of slowly removing her from society - first she was always "grounded", then he pulled her from public school and kept changing schools until finally he pulled her out of school altogether- he confined her to her room for over a year, making her use a bucket, or portable toilet etc. I was the one who found out. I had become obsessed with finding out what happened to her and if she was still alive because her parents said she'd been sent out of state. But the neighbors reported seeing her being forced to do calisthenics on the lawn at three in the morning. We were 14 by then. So I began investigating and found she had been pulled from her last school.
For some reason, the man had no gates on the sides of his house so you could walk right into his backyard from either side, if you dared. One day, a couple friends of mine and I dared. We walked down the side yard and peered in her bedroom window. No curtains. Nothing. But clear she had been "living" in there. I can't recall now exactly What I saw. But I think there was something to indicate she was staying in that room all the time. I think there was a bucket or portable toilet and other stuff.
I called a child abuse hotline. The cops called me. A lady cop came and interviewed me that day soon after and we went down the side. My friend was not in the room that she could see. No one answered when they knocked on the door. Other neighbors got involved and said the girl was sometimes taken somewhere and ushered in late at night. So the cops said they would wait. It felt like the whole neighborhood was waiting. Apparently he came home with my friend that night. Went inside. Cops went to the door. Knocked. He opened it but was holding a gun. The lady cop took him down and took his gun. My friend was put into foster care. I was actually called to testify at a hearing but once I got to court I never ended up doing so.
My family got to take my friend out a couple of times when she was in foster care but she was very odd/messed up by then. She eventually disappeared totally, after being moved from home to home.
For years I had a recurring dream. I would break into her room at night. She'd be sitting there on the floor, cross legged, head down. The walls would be covered with crazy writing, diatribes and "Help me" in different sizes. My friend had long pony tails like when we were kids and she looked like a child still. I called her name and she looked up and her face was just crazy. And she'd tell me, "It's too late. Get out! He's coming." And I'd hear him and run. Usually I would awaken at that moment. But one time I actually got home in the dream and felt reliefuntil I said, "I'm safe. But Angelina's not."
It was this feeling that she'd been mentally destroyed by the years of abuse. She haunted me for years.
Sorryfor the long story. I feel anxiety just writing about it. But whenever I hear about Zimmerman I think of Angelina's dad. So similar in type and behavior. IMO.
