If my son had been in his playroom when a bullet came through the window, he might not be here today. That is a thought no parent should have to live with, but in Memphis, Tennessee, thousands of us lived with it every day.
The shooting into my son’s playroom was not the only shooting my family survived.
I was gardening in my backyard when bullets started flying over my head. I crawled through my own yard to reach safety. My home was broken into again and again by the same man, who kept finding his way back onto the streets every time he was arrested…