The body count is 132 and rising. In fact, as of last week there were 22 homicides in Baltimore since June 21, the first day of summer. Like a starting gun signaling shooters to race to a one-body-a-day quota.
The goal is to get some of the more complacent residents to give a shit.
When I talk to people at the scenes, they tell me, above the wup wup wup of the police copter over head or the high whine of an approaching ambulance, that they want more cops on the beat, like in the old days. Yes. In some of Bmore's worst warzone neighborhoods, residents pine for the days when they saw cops walking down their street on a nightly basis.
"At least it kept the dealers away," they say. Cliche as it sounds, in the far-flung parts of the city overgrown with invasive "ghetto palms" and creeping vines and weeds up to your waist, the streets are dealers choice. And they win every hand.
By the time you read this,another funeral home will have closed the hearse door on a few more bodies and kids and grandparents and neighbors will mourn the loss of their own.
Below are two interviews I conducted with neighborhood locals.