Tag: violence

  • I have never met Shyheim Buford

    I have never met Shyheim Buford, a seventeen year old young man who, by all accounts from my roommate, was a kind and lively teenager, the sort who was and would have been a role model for the younger ones in our neighborhoods here in Wilmington, Delaware. He was even a street leader once in…

  • Shootings and Samaritans

    Shootings and Samaritans

    [Originally written for the ESN blog.  Mainly recycled material.] I found out about the Newtown shooting while working in a pediatric clinic. In between seeing children with sore throats and rashes and sniffles, I would hover over the computer and read more about other children torn apart by gunfire. I found out about the Boston…

  • Cheap Justice, Cheap Grace

    Cheap Justice, Cheap Grace

    [Originally written for the ESN blog.] In watching people die, I have come to better appreciate how much meaning people attach to a body and how death has a way of revealing our most elemental beliefs about what remains. I have talked to patients in their final moments, have shoved long needles into pulseless vessels,…

  • Guns, Children, and Suits: that which does not belong

    Guns, Children, and Suits: that which does not belong

    I would rather talk about guns and children than wear a suit. I do not like suits. Whenever I have to dress in anything fancier than casual, I become nervous because I know I am dressing for someone else’s eye. It sounds childish because it is, as an emotionally traumatic holdover from my super-awkward middle…

  • Snowflakes, Shootings, and Sex Offenders

    Snowflakes, Shootings, and Sex Offenders

    Last year, Parenting Magazine gave our small city of Wilmington, Delaware a rating as the Number 1 worst place to raise your children: A short drive from South Philly and Camden and midway between New York and Washington, Wilmington managed to snag the number one spot on our list for highest rate of violent crimes…

  • Never Normal

    Never Normal

    I got up before the alarm yesterday even though my sleep was fitful and restless.  Though it was hard for me to know for sure, I was fairly certain that a series of gunshots had woken me up in the middle of the night, and that what had followed was a series of nightmares about…