John—
Years ago, I was working in Compton, California, as a community violence intervention worker. One night we came across a man named Trayvon, who my boss knew well, and we pulled our van over to chat for a while.
I was new to the job, and I couldn’t figure out why we were talking to Trayvon for so long—after all, we were supposed to be looking for dangerous or violent situations. I grew frustrated by the time we were wasting with Trayvon.
As we were about to leave, Trayvon pulled out a gun and said, “Damn, I’m glad you came by because I was on my way to go shoot this fool that disrespected me. God must have sent you guys. I’m just gonna go home and go to sleep.”
That conversation is just one example of what community violence intervention work can look like.