Epilogue

Abstract

Even when the truth isn’t hopeful, the telling of it is. —POET ANDREA GIBSON I have made it a habit to have an epilogue, which goes by many different names, as a parting effort to finish a book that simply refuses to be finished, and more so on a topic such as urban gun violence. Trauma’s reverberations are immediate and intergenerational, including the generation yet to be born, spanning multiple decades and becoming part of urban family and community narratives. These generational reverberations also compromise the nation’s moral fabric, casting it internationally as violence prone....