Imagine your kid is playing outside.

The neighbor's basketball hoop is so close, just two houses down,

that you can hear the ball on the pavement while you're upstairs in your bedroom.

Then there's a pop, the dribbling stops,

and you rush outside to find your 12-year-old son with his arm nearly blown off,

caught in crossfire that had nothing to do with him.

That was Lashonda Green's reality six years ago in Detroit. And so is this. She and her son, Michael,

continued living in that neighborhood, and no one was ever convicted for the shooting,

though police say they know who did it. The suspect lives down the block, and one day, while talking about the shooting with a reporter,

that man drives by and waves, and Michael instinctively waves back before realizing who's behind the wheel.

Those are on, bank on houses? I don't have no idea. That's play right there in fact. Actually, I ain't

know what I'm not. That was the suspect. I don't have no idea. Let's play right there. Actually, you know, there's a tease.

That was the suspect.

Y'all just waved at each other.

He didn't know.

He didn't know that was in.

Interesting.

From the team that brought you accused in collaboration with the Trace,

this is Aftermath, a podcast about gunshot survivors. I'm Amber Hunt.

When you talk about guns and violence, Detroit is often one of those cities in America,

propped as an example of the worst of the worst. It's right up there with Chicago, with New Orleans,

with Baltimore. Sometimes it feels reductive.

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