I cannot grasp why Rahm Emanuel, a man I oppose politically but respect as a fighter, cannot get this city to be liveable. These people are our citizens. They are taxpayers mothers and fathers, and they are living like refugees. Not economic migrants, but worn torn prisoners of Rahms’s Chiraq.
One child still carrying his backpack, the hood of his winter coat pulled over his head, looked at the body and turned away. A woman put her hand on his back and guided him back toward 75th.