On September 20, 2011, my 27-year-old son Quentin Joavar Ragland was taken from me forever by a gunshot to his head. That was the darkest day of my life. I didn’t think I was going to make it, but with God on my side, he kept me strong.
That was my second son to be murdered. In 2002 my oldest son Ronald was killed by a drunk driver high on PCP and alcohol. That was my first tragedy, and who would have ever believed I would have to endure another death of a child. To top it off, I have never received justice for either of my son’s murders.
The help of God is the only way I am able to sustain and overcome. Guns for sure need to be controlled in this country: Too many lives are falling to gun violence.