âWhen I got to Jamesâ and Barbaraâs apartment building, still crying, I asked some children if there was anyone up in the apartment âof the man who was shot the other day.â They asked if I didnât mean the man who was shot in the building across the street last night. No, it was in this building, I said. But they had not heard that anybody had been shot in their building. They lived on the third floor and James on the sixth floor where police had shot him in his own apartment.â This girl was one of those children in the Bronx.
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