NOT THE COLOR OF THEIR COSTUMES, BUT THE CONTENT OF THEIR CHARACTER (or… I can haz justice?) A young man runs. Beads of sweat fall from his dark-skinned brow, and he knows that an armed gunman is not far behind. He doesn’t know why he being pursued, but he darts through this residential neighborhood hoping against hope to make it past the playground and find sanctuary in the woods ahead. He fears not only for himself, but also for his nine year-old sister, and those fears become realized as a shot rips through his thigh, dropping him to the cool grass below. He screams for his sister to run, yet it is too late as the gunman is joined by her cohorts who surround the children. The boy looks his assailant with eyes that burn with fury, determined that his final moments be ones of truth and dignity, not fear. The gunman pulls out a gleaming sidearm and – without hesitation – kills the young boy in front of his sister. The girl feels the life ebb out of her brother and flow red onto her hands. She looks at his killers with innocent, bewildered eyes and asks her final […]
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