A few months back I was sent to a shooting in East Baltimore. The corner of Patterson Park Ave and North Ave. A horrid, forgotten stretch of the city that the Baltimore Sun profiled in a fantastic article. This shooting was more a standard crime of passion than your standard Baltimore drug-related homicide. A jealous boyfriend stormed into his ex-girlfriends house and added her to the list of 230+ murders in Charm City for the year.
While at the scene, a crowd of locals had started to form. Usual watchers with the usual questions. Who you with? What happened? One guy I started talking to, lets call him Tommy. Tommy was a nice guy, seemed to have the local scoop on what happened and in traditional Baltimore resident fashion, wanted nothing to do with me after I asked him if he wanted to do an on-camera interview. I relented and continued to film the scene, and Tommy eventually warmed back up to me and continued to chat.
After getting my video I said my goodbyes to the locals and went back to the station. I got to be a visitor in these forgotten sections of the city, but everytime I leave I get the same look and feel from the locals who resent me (and maybe themselves) for having to be residents of these corners.
A few weeks go by and I'm sent to another afternoon shooting. This time on the west side of town. It was a gang related shooting. Two guys waiting in a car get run up on and shot multiple times. Once again a very active scene with a lot of locals standing around, a lot of police, and a lot of crime tape. Well who do I see watching the scene but none other than my friend Tommy.
He sees me, smiles, and comes over. Once again gives me the scoop and once again dodges an on camera interview. At this point I'm joking with Tommy and I ask him if he's got a nose for trouble? This is twice in a month I see him at two separate crime scenes on opposite sides of town. Tommy says its bad luck and I kiddingly tell him to stay the hell away from me because it seems whenever Tommy walks around the streets of Baltimore people tend to get killed.
Now I chalk this up to coincidence. I'm sure Tommy had nothing to do with either murder, but there are probably hundreds of Tommys in this town. People who have lived their entire lives with an umbrella of crime and poverty hanging over them. And most of them are good people! That's what needs to be taken from this. Sure they may have a few drug charges on their record but for the most part citizens of Baltimore don't kill each-other. There are just a few more who do in this town compared to others. The goodness in the people who aren't running around with guns is lost in a lack of chance for them to succeed. Drive east on North Ave between Greenmount Ave and Bel Air. Tell me how many grocery stores, doctors offices, office buildings, or job training centers you see. Then tell me how many liquor stores, drug dealers and carryout food joints you see.
There isn't an opportunity in these communities to improve. And until those investments are made there are still going to be dead gang members and guys like Tommy soaking it all in like it's as normal as the sunset.
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