Kirsten, 25, was radiant, altruistic, and wise. [Wise? Who is this guy kidding?]
On her second night in town... she rode with a feather in her hair to see the Rebirth Brass Band perform ...The club’s doorman remembers her leaving alone on her bike at 1:30 am.
Kirsten’s murder recalls the unsolved murder in January 2007 of Helen Hill, a community activist...[Why didn't the flower children learn their lesson?]
For a time, Kirsten’s murder, like Helen’s, generated news. At first I fretted that Kirsten was receiving preferential treatment because she is white. [I'm sorry, but this guy brings moronic to a whole new level]
Maybe the writer of that article ought to just give up everything he has in SF and move to NOLA, experience the love first hand.
My daughter went to Tulane, pre-Katrina. Still, I was ever so happy the day she left that town. Every student in her small off-campus building had had their car broken into, a couple had been mugged. A friend who lived nearby said the very day they reopened Whole Food there was a purse snatching in the parking lot and another inside the store. Bad place to be.