My neighbor’s son:
The drugs are the root of all of it. My neighbor’s son was killed there, and this neighbor still gets high, too. Her son got killed for drugs right down the street from my house, and they’re still selling crack. It’s sick. When she gets all zapped out of her mind, she goes down there and lights a candle, around one, two o’clock in the morning.
That is the store that buys food stamps. They swipe it and put it into their machine and give six dollars for ten dollars. If you stop these people from selling food stamps, it'll stop hunger, because most of these young boys won't have to out and sell drugs to get a sandwitch. That is what they think they have to do. I don't think they have enough sense or their parents don't make them go to school to get an education or get a job, so that is what they think they have to do because mom done sold all the food stanps and the house is cold.
Her dad… he doesn’t have a job but he gets money, he takes care of his daughter. And I know what he does to do it… it’s very hard in America, to get a job if you have a criminal record, it’s very hard... I don’t approve of it because anything could happen. What if somebody gets mad and does something to him while he's got my daughter?
“When I go to the supermarket it’s uncomfortable. It’s at the cross between my neighborhood and another neighborhood and it’s just embarrassing to pull my Access card out. I feel like the other people in the line are just looking and judging, saying things…”
"I’m concerned with all my children but my son most definitely, especially with the young black men going to jail and killing one another. My heart really goes out to him. I tell him when I wash his football clothes, ‘Oh, mommy loves washing football clothes’ because that’s what I want him to do. He’s eight, he’s getting older, and look at what he sees. When he gets a couple years older I want to send him to some charter school. That’s why I want him to keep his grades up."