A Month in Memoriam: Day 16
Jordan would’ve been 21 today. The melody of Chapter Six played on repeat in my head again.
I remembered meeting his parents, Ron and Lucia, over the summer. It was the DC screening of 3 ½ Minutes, Ten Bullets, the documentary that chronicles Jordan’s death and his killer’s case at E Street Cinema. I waited at the door for the rest of our group to arrive when suddenly — they walked in. I stared, they stared back for a moment, then we walked up to each other.
To be honest, I don’t remember exactly what was said but I do remember Mr. Davis giving me a blue wristband with Jordan’s name on it in exchange for one of our #FIGHTAMNESIA bands. I’m wearing it right now. At one point, Marc Silverman, the director of the film said, “That’s a great shirt!” and asked to take a picture of it.
Then came the film. Since seeing it in June, I haven’t been able to watch it in its entirety again. I tried in December but turned it off about halfway through. It was too much.
I thought deeply of Mr. Davis and Ms. McBath. I cannot imagine what it feels like to place flowers at a grave rather than blow out candles for your only child. The fact that Michael Dunn is behind bars does not cancel out the fact that Jordan should still be here. That his life was unjustly cut short because of another man’s cowardice. It just doesn’t