My father, Dwayne Morris, was murdered in ‘87, when I was only two years old. I was so young that I didn’t have any memories of him. And I grew up missing that piece that was taken from me.
Everything that I know about my dad is another person’s memory or recollection of the situation. I live through others’ experiences.
The gun doesn’t simply kill the victim. In many cases, the entire family is further victimized.
I only know from experience.
At INTL to International, we bellow, “PUT THE F’n guns DOWN!”
It’s never too late.