On June 3, 2015 my life was changed forever. I was getting ready for work and getting my youngest son ready for school when my doorbell rang. I looked out the window and saw a black SUV that I didn’t recognize. I opened the door, and this lady asked me if I knew Davaris White. I looked at her and read her shirt that read coroner. I began screaming and crying, “No, no, no!” as she told me my son was shot and did not survive. I remember falling on the floor and feeling like I couldn’t breathe.
My children are my world, and I always did everything I could to protect them. I felt I couldn’t protect my oldest son. I felt numb then and now; my son’s murder case is still active.
My son served in the U.S. Army, did tours in Afghanistan; he rode his motorcycle everyday, and neither of these took his life. He came home safe to have his life taken on American soil by gun violence. I am his voice, and I will not stop fighting for justice for my son.