At the door my son face bloodied. "Its not as bad as it looks, dad."
Separated during the attack I found his friend unhurt.
Enraged I went looking.
A solitary bumble bee jumpered gang member on a street corner stood.
We pretended to each the other a not knowing.
Then I saw him. As my son. Someone's son.
Unable to add to the suffering I walked away.
The police later "caught one" some father's son.
On Nov 7, 2023 James wrote :