On October 19, 2017 our neighborhood was blocked off and we couldn’t get back home. It was the third shooting in 11 days and the police wouldn’t let anyone enter the perimeter they created. My little corner of the world, the half mile radius my family calls home, made national news with ‘serial killer’ in the headline.
I live in Southeast Seminole Heights. More specifically, in the 10 blocks directly affected by the Seminole Heights shooter. In October and November 2017, four people were randomly killed within walking distance of my home.
One of the shootings was on my street.
I teared up when I saw the first national headline about Seminole Heights in the New York Times. The leading image was a community vigil that walked by my home. The photo is of men, women, and children flooding the street and walking with candles while the shooter was still unknown. Hope flooding the darkness with light. The world’s introduction to this tragedy was hope in the face of fear.
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