Street

My niece's "baby father" was shot and killed last night in Brooklyn.

I didn't know the "kid". But his shooting was the result of a beef, and that men and boys of color continue to wrap themselves in the circle of street life, while I work in companies who's scarcity of brown male faces is nearly equivalent to being in the suburbs of China is ridiculous.

Frankly I don't know whether to feel bad or relieved for his son.

It's 2010, and while elements of society do in fact conspire, the path to self destruction is still led by the self.