“The women’s screams were chilling”
Same Script, Different Day
Bullets fly and someone — often someone who had nothing to do with the original dispute — falls dead.
In January, it was 12-year-old Enedy Penaloza Morales, a student at Philo-Hill Middle School, who was slain in Weston Park. A second person, a young adult, was wounded Jan. 15.
On Saturday night, in a picnic pavilion in Happy Hills Park, it was 21-year-old Beatrice Maxine Knights who wouldn’t go home again. Four others suffered non-life threatening gunshot wounds.
More than 200 attended the party before the gun fight broke out; police recovered more than 100 shell casings.
As tragic as one dead, four injured is — the toll fits the accepted definition of mass shooting, a daily occurrence in these United States - the casualty list could have been far worse.
And yet here we are again as the city’s top cop utters a variation of the same, tired old catch phrase: See something, say something.
It’s plain English but those four simple words — be they a directive, a request or a plea for divine intervention — are far too often lost in translation.
“Unfortunately, we haven’t had much cooperation from the community,” said Capt. Amy Gauldin of the Winston-Salem Police Department after Morales’ killing. “We know there are several people that saw what happened and potentially (have) evidence or have knowledge of what occurred and why it happened and can help solve that crime. We need those people to come forward.”
In both instances, investigators either can’t or won’t say what touched off fights that led to gunfire. In both instances, police brass either couldn’t or wouldn’t use the “G” word, either.
One witness to Saturday’s chaos — who cooperated fully by the way — wasn’t afraid to, though.
“A fight broke out, and 10 seconds after the fight, the shots started,” said Trevon Graham, 33. “I think rival gang members put their hands down and picked the guns up.”
And at a community gathering at Weston Park following Morales' death — another sad, familiar ritual — we heard echoes of the same theme.
The Rev. Robert Leak III of Winston-Salem, the president of the Coalition of Neighborhood Association Presidents, cited gangs, unemployment and poverty as leading factors.
“The homicides in Winston-Salem are a pandemic of violence,” Leak said. “The community has to come together and speak up.”
“See something, say something” seems applicable in several different ways.
Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
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Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
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