Essay On Murder In Baltimore

“If the sounds of gunshots were generated into song sales, Baltimore would’ve gone triple platinum by now. Murder has been opening its mouth like a hungry lion, eating away more than 220 lives in 2017, and its only August.” (Kondwani Fidel). Blood was shed in Baltimore at a groundbreaking pace in 2015, mostly young, black men being shot to death being the daily headline. By April of 2015, killings topped 30 to 40 per month. More than 90 percent of the homicide victims were boys or men, more than 90 percent were black, and more than half were between the ages of 18 and 30. These simple statistics has Baltimore ranked as the 7th most dangerous city in the United States. Kondwani recently published an article entitled, “How a young boy has been decaying in Baltimore since age 10: A Death Note”. I soon realized how death can change your idea of life as he discussed death becoming the new norm in his life. It was at the age of 10 when he experienced death firsthand. Trav was only 26 and treated Fidel as one of his own. This was his earliest memory of being spiritually and emotionally connected to death. Not even a few months surpassed when his friends, Davon and Fidel, died from severe
Keon had just left Kondawni’s house and said he was coming back in an hour or so. That hour turned into several. His friend, Dre, ran down the block yelling, “Keon just got popped”. As they ran towards Linwood Avenue, the street was decorated in yellow tape, blue and red lights, women in their pajamas, and tears running down the cheeks of everyone in attendance. A sight that covered the streets of Baltimore night and day. Baltimore has made me come to terms of how grandmothers will outlive their kids and how flashing, blue pole cameras will distinguish the level of crime in the neighborhood in which you are in. What will change my perspective of Baltimore streets? Will Baltimore, Maryland be “Bodymore, Murderland”