Last night, while Romney was talking about good families, a mother, daughter, sister was killed by a stray bullet in front of my building. She was walking down the street with her mother, brothers, daughter. I sat with her daughter and young brother trying to think of something to say, while her mother tried desperately to argue her way across police lines and back to the spot where she told the little ones not to move from.
I spent all night trying to square convention rhetoric with the gun trade, failed policing, failed war on drugs, that led us here. This shit is still broken.
People can’t walk down the street without getting shot. Tell me again about selling off your husband’s birthday stock to make ends meet, please.
I’d love to hear how Obama thinks we can make this city work. A whole lot of people need to live here.