At a murder trial, the most important
person isn't there.
We saw Joe's bloody t-shirt and counted
the knife holes. We heard from the last people he spoke to, and the
friends he'd gone with. People Joe had never met testified about
seeing him killed. Nobody said a bad word about him. Nobody talked
about a hidden dark side or blamed him for bad decisions that put him
in harm’s way.
I confess that when I hear news about
young people being killed in the city, I quickly assume they brought
trouble upon themselves. But Joe didn’t “deserve it."
His parents were always in court. They
didn't speak. His Mom fought constant tears, and his Dad silently
wrapped his arm around her shoulders. When I remember their faces,
all I see is pain.
Their son was a friendly guy having fun
at a party. I think I would have liked him.
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