Racial disparities are dividing us in death, too
Camille’s dark glasses disguised a black eye she suffered falling from bed, cowering to take cover. Someone fired shots near her bungalow’s back window again, a routine rhythm of her slice of Chicago that she has heard for years now.
The 82 year old walks with a cane but carries a brick in her purse. She’s not afraid to use it on a badly behaving neighbor.
Most would think she has more …
