One day, a man drives by slowly, smoking his crack pipe. One night, my intern hears 10 or so gunshots out on the street. A van is riddled with bullets, then set on fire in a nearby alley.
People live scared.
For the most part, children stay indoors. Two weeks ago a body was found near the local elementary school playground as kids were coming to school. D.C. For years, as a nationally appointed home missionary to the inner city, I drove through this forgotten part of town picking up precious children and their families for church services that were just outside of D.C. in suburban Maryland. I took kids to camp. I took them to Rangers pow wows.