I can't stop crying at work today. How can I focus on raising money when four young men were shot or stabbed this past weekend? As I returned from my weekend trip I was bombarded with news that a childhood brother was gunned down. I went to school with his sisters. I remember Cory Johnson, handsome, clean, quiet, and polite, always had a smile, loved life and lived well. How could this happen? Why not? My young black and brown brothers are gunned down like slaughtered animals each and every week as it appears and it continues. This is a state of emergency yet there is no panic, no one running out into the streets yelling evacuate, stay inside, this city is on lockdown. read more »
