Chicago Police on a Murderous Rampage: 42 people shot
We Say NO MORE!
Thirteen. Just graduated from sixth grade. Thirteen. A child becoming a teenager. Thirteen. Summer time fun with family and friends. Thirteen. An evening in the neighborhood, relief from the daytimes horrid heat.
Thirteen. Shot eight times by Chicago police. Thirteen. Handcuffed at the ankle to a hospital bed. Thirteen. Awake in pain to see a cop there 24/7, the whole time spent recovering from the shooting. Thirteen. Questioned by police in a hospital room without parents or a lawyer there. Thirteen. Charged with felonies because the police shot you.
Maybe they meant 4th grade.
I started high school at 14.