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The Bomb
Rashonda Carlyle tried to stay calm while looking at the explosive device on her three-year-old baby’s ankle. The African-American twenty-two-year-old mother already had to deal with losing her fiance in a drive-by shooting.
The drive-by shooter also shot Rashonda’s three-year-old son, Jamal, in his leg. The toddler was on his toy bike on the sidewalk when the shooting occurred. Rashonda didn’t know why someone would shoot at her fiance and his friends while they were sitting on the front porch of her home. Rashonda’s fiance had no gang affiliations, yet someone came up and shot him for no reason. She suspected that her fiance’s guy friends had some affiliations that her fiance didn’t know about.
Rashonda couldn’t sleep. She sat next to the hospital bed with her hand constantly reaching over and touching her baby’s wounded leg. Things got worse for Rashonda when she stepped out of the hospital room’s bathroom to see a tall, bulky man in a nurse’s uniform strapping a
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