Taisha is a young girl who lives across the street from us. She and her mother moved in a few weeks ago. Before that she used to attend the school where Xy teaches in Algiers, though they didn’t know each other there.
Last Friday Taisha’s older brother was gunned down in Central City.
This incident merited four sentences in the next day’s paper. It always gets me to see murders reported so briefly. There’s something deeply wrong with our society, that such violence has become trivial.