By Seth Williams
In Newtown, Conn., last week, 20 children kissed their parents goodbye and headed off to a day in the first grade. They were excited. It was almost the weekend. It was almost winter break. One would never imagine that they were saying goodbye to their parents for the last time.
In Philadelphia, there are hundreds of families forever broken by the loss of children to gun violence. Each year, more than 300 mothers in our city join the ranks of the bereaved. I see it happen in real time as the cold facts flash across my BlackBerry; "black male 18, gunshot wound to head, dead on arrival. ... " The violence is so frequent that we have become numb to it. We just keep adding candles, teddy bears, and balloons to street-corner memorials.