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The hurt was too great for crying – tears belonged to a realm of earthly physics, but the murder of her son had transcended the coordinates of her world.

Homicide thrives on intimacy, communal interactions, barter, and a shared sense of private rules. The intimacy part was also why homicide was so stubbornly intraracial. You had to be involved with people to want to kill them.

There was something faintly comic about it all, DeeDee found herself thinking as she scrambled around the floor, her grandmother screaming nearby. The next instant, she marveled at life’s paradoxes, the way human nature perceives humor even at the height of disaster... Wally Jr. has a similar insight: he woke up the next morning surprised to find he had slept through the night. He was unfamiliar with the way a breathless, suspended state of shock precedes grief.

She sensed that they expected her to fall apart, but she didn’t know how to fall apart. She knew it was strange. She looked the same despite this massive piece of herself that had gone missing. She acted the same. She went to work, greeted people, went home. Everything normal on the outside, except the occassional muffled crying on the job.

He presented justice as a psychological relief.

Paul Williams and reflected his deepest values – California living and “a passion for small homes for everyday people” – according to his Memphis archivist, Deborah Brackstone.

The system’s failure to catch killers effectively made black lives cheap.

Death was bad enough. The death of a child, unbearable. But the murder of a child? There was nothing worse.

If every murder and every serious assault against a black man on the streets were investigated with Skaggs’s ceaseless vigor and determination – investigated as if one’s own child were the victim, or as if we, as a society, could not bear to lose these people – conditions would have been different.

White people “had the law,” to quote a curious phrase that crops up in historic sources. Black people didn’t. Formal law impinged on them only for purposes of control, not protection. Small crimes were crushed, big ones indulged – so long as the victims were black.

This is a book about a very simple idea: where the criminal justice system fails to respond vigorously to violent injury and death, homicide becomes endemic. African Americans have suffered from just such a lack of effective criminal justice, and this, more than anything, is the reason for the nation’s long-standing plague of black homicides.

Before anything else, Bryant was black. To Devin Davis, that meant he was killable.

When you see the suffering and pain that it brings, you’d have to be blind, mad, or a coward to resign yourself to the plague. ALBERT CAMUS, The Plague.

Fundamentally gangs are a consequence of lawlessness, not a cause.