Last night, KALW's The Spot program played part of the conversation I had recently with Brock Winstead on his podcast, The Eastern Shore.
I got to talk to a wider audience about the homicide victims in Oakland
who don't get much attention, and about the effects of gun violence on
victims, their families and the city. It was especially satisfying to
discuss the work being done to help victims and the city heal and find
peace by the likes of Marilyn Washington Harris of the Khadafy Washington Foundation for Non-Violence, who works with families of homicide victims, Caheri Gutierrez of Youth Alive!, who works with kids in East Oakland, and Kevin Grant of Operation Ceasefire, who works with gang members and the re-entry population.
My
bit is about 12 minutes long and comes about 17 minutes in, but the
first two segments are fun and interesting and worth a listen. One is
about a checkers club and the other about a boxer and barber in London.
Here's a link: http://kalw.org/post/spot-kinged-clipped
You can read lots about Kevin, Marilyn and Caheri, as well as families hit by violence, here on the blog.
Here's a story I wrote about the three of them for San Francisco Magazine: No Escape, No Surrender.
Here's one I wrote for San Francisco about Oakland's Ceasefire efforts: Guns Down, Don't Shoot.
Here's the original, full conversation with Brock on The Eastern Shore - Jim O'Brien on Violence and Its Aftermath
Scenes from the aftermath in Oakland:
stories of victims, survivors and healers.
stories of victims, survivors and healers.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Visitations: with the families of the killed in Oakland
Melted wax and other things at a homicide scene in Oakland |
It's Wednesday
January 21, 2015. Last night there was a double homicide in West
Oakland. Five days ago there was a double homicide in East Oakland. A
third killing happened a few hours later, near Adeline, in Dogtown.
By my count, we have had 8 homicides already in 2015. This does not
mean it will be a record-breakingly bad year in violence in Oakland,
after significant drops the last two years. But it is a bad start, and an important
reminder that, as I have written before, the urge to pull the trigger doesn't check the
calendar. Those who cover or who pay close attention to the killing
like to compare numbers and times of the year with this line:
"This was the [insert number] killing of 2015. This time last year the city had [insert number] killings."
Of course, we need some way to
measure progress, but ultimately the comparisons by date are
meaningless. (See: The Calendar and the Killing.)
What is meaningful
is each killing and the effect it has on a family, a neighborhood and
a city, and how we respond. In the past 10 years, Oakland has eked
out a little tax money to contract with non-violence organizations to
meet and help with the families of homicide victims. Mostly this is done by Marilyn Washington
Harris of Youth Alive's Khadafy Washington Project, named for Harris'
son, killed in Oakland in August of 2000.
On
Monday I
accompanied Harris on visitations to the families of two of this
year's homicides, a 29-year-old man in West Oakland and a 19-year-old
woman in East Oakland. Harris' job, her vocation since 2000, is to
guide these shocked families through the aftermath, to help them take
care of the business at hand at a time when they lack the will to do
anything but grieve. Harris sets up appointments (and often
accompanies the families) with the Victims of Crimes office, where
they can get financial help, up to $5,000, which usually covers most
of the funeral expenses. She meets them at the funeral homes to help
with planning. Sometimes she meets them at the coroner's office.She asks
questions -- have you taken your meds? have you checked your blood
sugar? are you eating? -- and lets them ask questions, although often
they are so baffled that they have none.
Also
accompanying Harris
Monday was a staff member from the office of Mayor Libby Schaaf,
delivering a personal letter of condolence from the mayor and some
things that might be helpful around the house at a time like this,
items to help with visitors, items for writing and crying, eating and
drinking. I am not aware of another mayor of any large city who does
anything like this. I don't know if Schaaf will be able to keep it up, but I like the idea.
In a small apartment in Dogtown we visited the father of the 29-year-old man killed Friday on the street right in front of his dad's place. From the father's front door you could see, you could in fact not miss, the street memorial to his dead son, the accumulated artifacts deposited by friends and strangers since Friday, candles still flickering, candles guttered and gone, t-shirts, beer bottles, vodka bottles, poster board with loving notes to the dead. The gutter was lined with cat litter unevenly soaking up the spilled blood. There were dead flowers in the gutter. The father will need to move, and there is help available for re-location.
In a small apartment in Dogtown we visited the father of the 29-year-old man killed Friday on the street right in front of his dad's place. From the father's front door you could see, you could in fact not miss, the street memorial to his dead son, the accumulated artifacts deposited by friends and strangers since Friday, candles still flickering, candles guttered and gone, t-shirts, beer bottles, vodka bottles, poster board with loving notes to the dead. The gutter was lined with cat litter unevenly soaking up the spilled blood. There were dead flowers in the gutter. The father will need to move, and there is help available for re-location.
Through the treetop, the place where his son was killed. |
That morning the
mother of the dead man stood staring at the memorial. "They
killed my baby," she said. He was her youngest. Inside the father's apartment, blues
played from a music station on a small TV while the father discussed
with Harris what appointments he had coming up and how things would
work. We looked at pictures of his son. He said he'd been avoiding
that. He choked up, excused himself, gathered himself, got back to
business. From his daze he kept repeating that he was grateful, to
Harris, to the mayor, to his family and neighbors. It was very
important to him that everyone know that despite whatever else they
saw or perceived in him, he was grateful. He wanted to leave them his
gratitude for the love. The mother sat on the couch, ate hard candy.
A song played, with the words "How could you leave me, where did
you go?" It was the Blues, of course, so a song of lost
love. But here it took on a different meaning.
That afternoon in
Deep East Oakland we paid a visit to the grandparents of the
19-year-old girl, who had moved here to live with them, had gotten a
job and was set to enroll at Laney. She was killed Friday afternoon,
along with her boyfriend, who was 20 years old. We looked at
pictures, prom pictures, graduation pictures from less than a year
ago. So fresh. So ancient now.
Monday, January 12, 2015
"I signed up for a hard job" - Oakland Mayor Schaaf on a city's responsibility to families of homicide victims
Had a good conversation with new Oakland Mayor Libby Schaaf last week. We met Friday, late in the day, for coffee (me) and very spicy hot chocolate (her) at Bittersweet Cafe downtown. She was very nearly on-time, which I appreciate, and not at all rushed once we got to talking. The interview was wide-ranging and much of it will appear as a Q&A in the March issue of Diablo Magazine.
Mayor Schaaf and her staff had already indicated to me, a couple of weeks earlier, that she was determined to develop some kind of consistent outreach to the families of each homicide victim in Oakland. She's been getting advice on what this ought to look like from Marilyn Harris, whose son Khadafy Washington was killed in Oakland in 2000. Marilyn has since then dedicated her life, her days and nights, to supporting the survivors, mostly mothers, of the killed, in the crazy, in the impossible days right after the killing, when there is so much business to attend to, and very little will to do so.
Marilyn has told me that when her son was killed, she never heard a word from anyone with the city government, and that if she had received even a sympathy card, it would have made a difference. Among the many emotions families of homicide victims experience, along with self-recriminations, emptiness, fear and shock, is resentment and bitterness toward the authorities, and toward the community. This civic wound needs to be healed or the rift will widen and the families will be lost to us forever. A gesture from the mayor, if it is thoughtful and humble, will help to begin, just begin, that healing.
This is an excerpt from my conversation with Mayor Schaaf on January 9, 2015, where we talk about this issue:
Jim O'B: As mayor, I'm
wondering how you see, what is a city's responsibility to victims of
violence and to families of homicide victims.
Libby Schaaf: I think the
first thing the city owes them is to do everything within its power
to prevent violence from happening in the first place. And whether
that is trying to ensure that children have a caring adult in their
live, particularly the children that don't have parents in their
lives, whether it's to provide places where children feel talented
and good and productive and smart, that they see that there is some
bright future for them
JOB: But what about
in the aftermath, once it's happened. You can't prevent everything, its a city,
there's going to be violence and there's going to be killing, and
does the city government, does the mayor, have a responsibility to
the victims, once it happens?
LS: Absolutely.
JOB: What is it?
LS: As Mayor, I
think you know, that I'm committed to responding to particularly the
family members of every victim, particularly homicide victims, with
compassion, with an apology that your government was not able to keep
your loved-one safe, and with a sense that you are not in this alone,
that there is help, and there is support and there is a community
around you. And to some extent, the immediate family needs that, but
I certainly found, as council member, often the whole neighborhood
needed that. As a council member several times I led healing circles,
for the neighborhood, after an incident happened. And we had crisis
counselors available, and I'd always walk in the room and make them
move the chairs so it wasn't the government facing the citizens, but
rather that we all sat in a circle, and everyone had a moment to
share how they felt, and that also this neighborhood had its own
opportunity to ask questions about the investigation, about the
incident, directly to the appropriate people in the police
department, recognizing that a traumatic effect like that is like a
pebble in a pond, the ripples extend far, far out.
JOB: I always say,
"that bullet ricochets." It hits not just the family but the
street, the neighborhood, the city...
LS: But I don't know
if you remember when I came to the Khadafy Washington Foundation
event, and I gave Miss Marilyn (Marilyn Washington Harris, founder) a
pebble, and I said that just as violence has these rings that spread
out, so does kindness and compassion, and so it is certainly my hope,
as mayor, when I, on behalf of the city family, express love and
compassion and caring, for the families of each and every homicide
victim, no matter what the circumstances of that death were, it was a
loss to that family, and they deserve to feel that compassion and
empathy for the grief, and so it's my hope that that too creates the
ripples that spread through the city.
JOB: It will make a
difference, especially if you come at it without fear, without guilt,
but saying "we love you, we are sorry," and then getting
back to work trying to prevent these things. It'll be hard sometimes.
LS: It will be hard,
I'll be honest with you, I'm very uncomfortable with funerals, I'm
very uncomfortable with death and loss.
JOB: Well, you
shouldn't be doing this personally anyway...
LS: Well, I signed
up for a hard job, and if I can't be tough for my city, who can?
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