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I can still remember that hysterical screaming in the aftermath of my uncle's senseless murder.
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That fact was hammered home a few years later. Not yet even ten years old, I was awoken by static and intermittent chirping, along with the occasional tinny voices emanating from down the hall. Groggy and confused, I rubbed my eyes, looking for clarity. Gradually, the dark silhouettes of two police officers racked into a tight focus while police radios barked out from behind them.
The two hovered over my mother, who I could see was clearly agitated even in my half-awaken state. Furious might be a more apt description. Apparently, our house bordered the urban battlefield and ended up riddled with bullets during the night. My mother came within centimeters of being rendered "collateral damage. For nearly anyone, the sort of dread that comes along with nearly losing one's mother at that age is easily understood.
But it's impossible to truly comprehend it unless you've been there. And I was probably more vulnerable to the threat than most. I was a constant presence at my mother's side during those formative years.
I think that's pretty understandable considering the repeated reminders of the very real dangers that we faced together. In fact, most of the atrocities that I've witnessed — at least the ones I've witnessed on American soil — have been at her side. One afternoon, we were on our way to visit my father at a local hangout when we happened across someone we knew.
I'm guessing for most people, doing so would involve a wave or polite hello. In our case, we watched as that someone attacked a passerby with plans of snatching a gold necklace.
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The intended target refused to back down easily and was slashed across the face for his bravery In one fluid motion, the chain was yanked free, and the victim was sent sailing through the huge storefront window of the local Laundromat. The man staggered back to his feet in confusion, his gashed face bleeding profusely. He attempted to reacquire his bearings as the thief escaped down the street. I could read the shifting expressions on his face. He was struggling to internalize what had just happened.
But it was simple enough for me to process. All that for a small-ass gold chain?
Actually, most of the time the Bronx was a pretty awesome place to grow up. You know what you know, right? And this was the normal I was raised in — the normal I flourished in. If you don't have an alternative, and you don't know any other way, you figure out a way to thrive inside whatever chaos surrounds you. My only glimpse of the world outside the Bronx came from television. The peek at the larger world that had the greatest impact at the time came in the form of images of chaos overseas rather than outside my window.
When Desert Storm kicked off, I was glued to that screen. CNN broadcast visuals of war as they unfolded. Emerald-green hues of night-vision optics showed armed men on the move and tracer rounds smashing into buildings. Oh my god. This is like the real deal. That was enough to flood my veins with a sense of patriotism. I felt a raw, unfiltered sense of obligation to my nation even as a child.
But when you're nine years old, your world is still barely more than a few blocks wide. Fantasies of waging war generally end up put aside with other unrealized childhood dreams like scoring the winning touchdown in the Super Bowl or walking on the moon. While the madness on TV grabbed my attention, the immediate focus remained its nearest equivalent outside my front door. I was caught up seeking outlets to help deal with that madness on a daily basis. And, in the beginning, those outlets were innocent enough. Money was tight for all our families, but we never let that stop us from having fun.
We just had to get creative. Much of the time, all I needed was a pencil and paper. By the time I was in second grade, I was constantly doodling cartoon strips and comic book characters. It was just for fun — what isn't when you're at that age? But already I thought it might be something I'd like to do when I was older.