Terror on Our Doorstep (1 Viewer)


"Top Economist"
Mar 16, 2004
One of the best articles from a newspaper I have ever read. Seidel illustrates that terror is not only found in the middle east, but also on our doorsteps. Worth a read, that is, if you have the time.

HOMICIDE IN DETROIT: Shattered childhoods

In a home forged as a haven from violence, gunshots poison an ordinary day
December 4, 2004


Outside the house, in the darkness, on a street wet from a light rain, a man pulls out a gun. It is loaded and ready to fire. Somebody is going to die.

Inside the house, in the front room, the children sit shoulder to shoulder on a thick, comfortable purple and black couch pushed against the window. Eight adorable children, lined up by their mothers, the crowns of their heads visible from the street. Little targets in a game of chance against the devil.

They've been running around all day. It's time to sit down and chill. In a few minutes, they will go to a slumber party -- but only if they calm down first. Emyshia Trapp, the oldest, an 8-year-old who loves Barbie dolls and macaroni and cheese, is the leader. She gets everybody to be quiet. She dangles her black and white flip-flops off the couch.

The children live together in this cozy place, where four single moms have made a sanctuary on the east side of Detroit. The mothers have been touched by violence in profound ways -- losing loved ones to murder -- so they don't allow guns in the house, not unless it's one that squirts a stream of water. They keep an open Bible next to the window, overlooking the street, and each morning, they pray for God to cover the house with Jesus' blood for protection.

Some of the mothers are upstairs. Others are playing cards in the dining room.

Outside, in the darkness, a gun goes off. And then another gun. And then a third gun.

Too many shots to count.

It's raining hell on the east side of Detroit.

To 7-year-old Chalkney Travier, who likes pizza and "The PowerPuff Girls," it sounds like a cartoon as something shoots past her ear, tickling the air: Ssshew. Ssshew. Ssshew.

A bullet shatters the front window, above the couch, missing the children by inches, and lodges in a wall, leaving a jagged hole.

Emyshia Trapp, 8, of Detroit, in the front yard of her home on Lakewood. She was sitting with a group of kids on a sofa beneath this window when bullets burst through over their heads.

Another bullet goes through the same window -- just above their heads again -- passing through two rooms, traveling the length of the house, searching for someone to kill. It ricochets off the wall at the top of the staircase, losing strength but heading back toward the children, arcing toward the couch, fighting against gravity until it falls to the ground, tumbling across the hardwood floor.

A third bullet goes into the window and more shards of glass fly through the air, sprinkling a coffee table with sharp, sparkling gems.

Emyshia tells the other children to "get down, get down." They follow her, crawling on their bellies across the carpet, using their elbows, Army-style. Twelve feet to the dining room. Past the cabinet with DVDs.

Emyshia leads the children out of the front room, and they follow her like soldiers. They turn left into the kitchen, with its orange countertops and blue walls. They go past the overflowing garbage can -- it's trash day in the morning.

These are the children of violence.

When one of the girls was an infant, her father was murdered, left in a car and set on fire. The case was never solved. The man she calls her father is really her uncle. Her mother doesn't know when she will tell her the truth.

Somebody grabs Emyshia's foot and her black and white flip-flop comes off. Only then does she start to scream. Michelle Travier, 25, one of the mothers playing cards in the dining room, cuts off the lights. She's terrified, trying to figure out if they are targets of a madman or collateral damage in a street war. What if somebody has run into the house, trying to kill them? Upstairs, in a bedroom, Monica Travier, 23, is watching television when she hears the shots. It sounds like a line of firecrackers. She waits a moment and then rushes down the stairs, past the hole in the wall at the top of the staircase, crossing the exact path the bullet took. She goes to the kitchen, where she finds the children.

"Momma, are you OK?" they say, grabbing her tight.

She pushes them away and looks up and down their bodies. "I want to make sure you are OK," she says.

Monica Travier hates guns. When she was 14, she went to a friend's house to see her boyfriend. But there was only one person there: a 19-year-old man she didn't really know. He pulled out a shotgun and pointed it at her, forcing her to strip. She remembers crying as she took off her jeans and removed her T-shirt. To this day, she believes she was saved from being raped -- or killed -- when somebody knocked on the door and she was able to get away. She never told the police -- the truth is, she told her mother about the incident only a few years ago -- and she never saw the man again.

"I tell the kids that I'm terrified of guns," she says. And she leaves it at that.

In another bedroom upstairs, Toqunie Branch, 18, is watching the movie "Enough," starring Jennifer Lopez. When she hears the night explode, her sister, Christina Smith, 26, pulls her to the ground. "Get on the floor, get on the floor," Christina says.

"What's going on?" Toqunie asks.

"Don't you hear them shootin'?" Christina asks.

Why this series? Why now?
Through November, there were 1,279 people shot in Detroit -- 247 more than in all of 2003 -- and 341 people have been killed.

Why is this city killing itself? What has it done to the community's soul? That's what the Free Press wants to show you, in this special series.

More about the series

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Do you have a comment for the Free Press or a concern about violence in Detroit you'd like us to address? We want to hear from you.

Do you know someone who's making a difference in the city? Tell us.

Toqunie, wearing blue jean shorts and a tan shirt, pats her arm and legs to make sure she isn't hit.

They wait a few minutes and then rush down the stairs. They find the children in the kitchen, crying. Three years ago, Toqunie's boyfriend was murdered. A couple of months later, her best friend was killed in a drive-by shooting.

"I didn't think I was dead because I was still moving," she would say later.

The women and children hurry down 12 creaky wooden steps to the basement.

The children are crying. Emyshia is upset about her sandal.

At the bottom of the stairs, on the cement floor, are four plastic bags filled with unpacked clothes. The four mothers moved in together about 1 1/2 months earlier. The kids love playing together in this giant, seven-bedroom house, and the mothers take turns doing chores and cooking meals. The house is nothing fancy. One of the bedrooms doesn't have a door, so they hang a sheet over the door frame, but there is a wonderful vibe in this place. The women agree on how they want to raise the children, stressing education, faith and trying to keep them from violence. The kids don't usually play down in the basement. It's too dark and spooky. After about three minutes, they hear police sirens and decide it's safe to go upstairs.

The children are whisked away to the slumber party. Before going to bed, Chalkney prays for safety: "God, please help my momma and me and my sister. Amen."

Then she falls asleep.

At the sleepover, Emyshia has to use to the bathroom so bad it hurts, but she is afraid to move, afraid of walking past any windows and being shot, and she can think of only one option to stay alive: She wets herself, sitting on the floor, crying and ashamed.

The phone rings in the homicide unit at police headquarters.

Another shooting on the east side of Detroit.

The victim is in critical condition, so it will be handled as a homicide.

A detective takes the basic information and copies it into a book that stays on the desk in main office. In some ways, the entire homicide unit revolves around this book. It has a blue denim cover and a metal binding and a title written in black ink: 2004 Complaint Book.

Every time someone is shot in Detroit or dies under suspicious circumstances, the information is recorded in these pages. The book is a calendar of crime, a log of death and mayhem, reducing every shooting, every homicide, to the most basic elements of lost life: name, age, address, race, type of assault.

Almost all of the victims are black. Almost all are male. And almost all have been shot. What the book doesn't say is that most of the time the violence involves drugs, directly or indirectly.

On the far right side of the ledger, printed in red ink, is a type of shorthand scribble that becomes a running tally of this year's homicides -- homi 1, homi 2, homi 3 -- sprinkled among the non-lethal shootings. Some of the numbers are out of order, which happens when a shooting occurs on one day and the victim doesn't die until the next, forcing the detectives to go back and add some more red ink to the log.

No matter. Keeping track of murder is never a clean and simple business.

This book is the one place where everything is bound together concisely -- everything from the mundane killings of dope dealers to the high-profile murders that have happened this year, such as the killing of two police officers in February, the murder of a family of five on April 1 after 24 hours of torture and abuse, the nine people who were shot at the Freedom Festival fireworks, and the shooting death of 7-year-old Deva White just five days ago.

This book is the one place where the enormity of Detroit's problem becomes clear.

If you study the book long enough, it's not the number of murders that is surprising, but the constant barrage of shootings -- there were 1,279 through November, already 247 more than all of 2003. Ten or more shootings on a single day is not uncommon. There is a tendency to focus on the issue when there is a spike in homicides -- such as when 18 people were killed in six days in January -- because that's the easy way for TV and newspapers to get a handle on the problem.

But when you leaf through this 2-inch-thick book and study the worn pages and see the names of all the victims, it's clear that short-term spikes are meaningless. It is nothing but a matter of chance or fate, aim or circumstance, or the skill or magic of paramedics and ER doctors that separate a shooting from a murder.

The cost to the city is enormous, in dollars and perception.

"One study estimated that in 1992, the cost of every lethal gunshot wound in America was $21,700; $28,000 for every nonfatal gunshot requiring hospitalization and $6,500 for every nonfatal gunshot wound without hospitalization," according to "Murder American Style" (Wadsworth, $38.95), a criminal justice textbook.

The damage to those who survive, even the ones who dodge the bullets, can last a lifetime.

The case is assigned to Sgt. Dale Greenleaf, who leans against the wall holding folders and a flashlight. His cell phone is pressed to his left ear. He's wearing his usual attire: dark trench coat, dark suit, tie, cowboy hat and cowboy boots.

The homicide bureau is on the fifth floor of police headquarters, a dilapidated building infested with cockroaches. The electrical system is so touchy that fuses blow when a window air conditioner is turned on in one of the squad rooms.

He takes the elevator to the first floor and tries to find a car. The Police Department doesn't have a parking lot. The cars are parked in no particular order on the street, wherever they can find a spot near 1600 Beaubien, near Greektown Casino.

After looking at three different unmarked cars -- all four-door Chevy Impalas -- he finds the right one when his key works in the door.

It is 12:03 a.m. June 17.

Greenleaf adjusts the radio and puts on WRIF-FM (101.1).

"Rock 'n' roll," he says, smiling.

The light rain has turned into a downpour and he flicks on the windshield wipers.

He drives down Jefferson Avenue, past a blur of vacant businesses and boarded-up windows, and is at the scene at Freud and Lakewood in a matter of minutes. The corner is roped off with yellow tape: Police Line Do Not Cross. It is in one of the strangest areas in metro Detroit -- the stark confluence of rich and poor -- about four blocks from the Detroit River and a half-mile from the lush green yards and stately homes in Grosse Pointe Park.

Greenleaf is told a black male was shot and remains in critical condition.

"He got shot here and made it to Chalmers," a police officer says. "He walked east on Freud. He goes to Chalmers and goes north a few houses. Goes up on a porch, collapses and the lady there calls 911. That's where we found him. He told us he got shot over here at 704 Lakewood. We came over here, got the gun and shell casings."

There's a certain rhythm at a homicide scene, especially at night. The cops move slowly, holding flashlights by their faces, pointed down, careful not to step on evidence, looking for bullet casings and trying to take it all in, to see everything, even the things they don't see. There's no panic, no rush. Their actions are solemn and reserved.

"Got any casings?" Greenleaf asks.

"Most of them are in the road," the officer says.

"How many rounds you got?" Greenleaf asks.

"We counted eight," an officer responds.

It's not uncommon to see a scene with multiple gunshots. The violence in Detroit has morphed into something new, something truly evil. The code of the street has changed. Ten or 20 years ago, there was a morality to street violence. There were unspoken rules: Never kill children. Never kill family members. Take one person at a time. But now, the killers shoot at anyone. They empty a clip into a crowd. They shoot in any direction.

The situation is getting worse, not better. Criminologists, community leaders and police say that the recent spike in violence stems from a mix of poverty, unemployment, illiteracy, drug use, hopelessness and a gangsta rap culture. It forms a violent cycle that has spun out of control for generations.

Greenleaf points at the seven-bedroom house on Lakewood, where all the children live.

"Could you knock on doors, to make sure nobody else has been hit?" Greenleaf says.

The officer nods. "OK, we will do that."

"You know, I'll come with you," Greenleaf says. "Because I gotta talk to them anyway."

Greenleaf stands on the porch, talking to a woman.

"Is everyone in your house OK?" Greenleaf asks.

"Yeah," Monica Travier says.

"Nobody got shot or anything, from stray bullets?" Greenleaf asks.

When somebody is killed by a stray bullet, some experts call it a mushroom murder, because bodies can pop up so unexpectedly.

"No, no," she says. "Just shaken up."

"And everybody is awake, that is in the house?"


"Did anybody see anything?"

Nobody did.

"We were at the table, playing cards," Travier says. "When the bullet came through our window, we just got down."

She doesn't mention the children.

He finds a slug on the hardwood floor and covers it with a plastic cup to preserve the evidence. Another slug is stuck in the wall.

"This is what's gonna happen," Greenleaf says. "My evidence techs are gonna come out and take photographs and take some measurements and gonna collect slugs. They may do some damage to this wall to see if they can recover the slug out of here. But they do this all the time so they know how to do this without doing a lot of damage."


"If you have any questions, I'll be floating around out here. We'll try to get this wrapped up as soon as we can. OK?"

"Thank you."

He leaves to go talk to a neighbor. The victim collapsed on her porch and lay there, dying. When the sun rises, this woman will scrub the blood off her front porch.

After the sleepover, several of the children are back at the house, playing in the front room with their two cats, Pebbles and Jordan. Glass fragments are sprinkled across the coffee table and on the carpet.

How will this affect the children? What's the legacy of violence? In some areas of Detroit, it seems as if everyone knows someone who was killed. It permeates almost everything.

"This scared everybody, but you can't run from it," says Christina Smith, who lives in the house with her two children. "It's everywhere. We don't want our kids to see it and think, this is OK, this is how we are supposed to live. It's scary."

Two weeks earlier, her niece and nephew's father was killed at a house party on the west side. And 1 1/2 years ago, her brother killed himself, shooting himself in the head.

Christina is a full-time student at Wayne County Community College, studying secondary education. She wants to become a high school teacher, to help change lives: "Nobody tells these kids about college or anything to help better their life after high school. Nobody is telling them about the adult world after high school. Nobody teaches them anything. It's sad. You have to tell these kids, there is something else out of Detroit and you can do it."

Emyshia walks through the house, pointing at several holes. Twelve hours after the shooting, her imagination has already taken hold, changing facts, altering reality, making the world seem like a dark, evil place. For this 8-year-old, every nick in the wall is a bullet hole, every scrape or gouge another sign of the violence. In her eyes, it's all around her. A constant reminder. "The bullet went there and there and there and there and there," Emyshia says, pointing at every wall, even ones that were not damaged. "I thought my momma was gonna die. The bullet hole almost tore her head off."


Two months ago, the mothers and their children moved out of the house and went their separate ways. Neighbors said they moved because of the violence. A memorial marks the site of the shooting -- 22 dirty teddy bears tied to a telephone pole. The shattered window has never been fixed.

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Sep 23, 2003
Terror against people with affluence and influence gets attention. For those unfortunate enough to not possess affluence and influence, it's generally been an acceptable state.

Not unlike the "war on terror", the public only heard about the "war on drugs" when white collar people starting dying of cocaine overdoses.


Back & Quack
Mar 9, 2004
Powerful article. It is sad to see this kind of thing happening, it makes me think of how lucky i am and safe here in colonge.


"Top Economist"
Mar 16, 2004
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    This article is extremely powerful, but even more so when you know the locations mentioned rather well. The state of the city of Detroit is getting more violent every single day, and hopefully more articles like this will make people realize that violence is not the answer.


    Senior Member
    Jul 28, 2003
    ++ [ originally posted by fabiana ] ++
    Can you summarize it? please
    the point is in reading it.. to feel how those mothers and childrens felt and suffered... to know their background and that they don't anything to do with crime or terror, and yet the're being terrorized..

    what a world that we live in..!!!

    great article Andy.. thanx..


    "Top Economist"
    Mar 16, 2004
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    ++ [ originally posted by Gandalf ] ++

    the point is in reading it.. to feel how those mothers and childrens felt and suffered... to know their background and that they don't anything to do with crime or terror, and yet the're being terrorized..

    what a world that we live in..!!!

    great article Andy.. thanx..
    That is exactly right, and no problem mate. I wish more people would take time to read such a riveting article.

    Josh, no I have not seen Bowling for Columbine.

    Layce Erayce

    Senior Member
    Aug 11, 2002
    i recommend you go down to blockbusters. it has some rather interesting views on violence in the us- specifically regarding gun violence.

    it was the first time i saw what happened inside columbine and also the first time i saw why canada rocks


    2013 Prediction Cup Champ
    Jul 16, 2002
    ++ [ originally posted by DukeVonEggwaffle? ] ++
    i recommend you go down to blockbusters. it has some rather interesting views on violence in the us- specifically regarding gun violence.

    it was the first time i saw what happened inside columbine and also the first time i saw why canada rocks
    Canada has their problems with gun violece also....doesnt matter that firearms are illegal there

    I personally saw someone get shot outside a Toronto bar a few years ago


    "Top Economist"
    Mar 16, 2004
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    Yeah Canada is no better than the US when it comes to overall crime. I am also not that big of a fan of Mikey Moore; why should I pay money to see that movie?


    "Top Economist"
    Mar 16, 2004
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    Thats what i dont understand. Why do people automatically thinks he speaks shite?
    Obviously you do not know Mikey Moore then. ;)

    The Pado

    Filthy Gobbo
    Jul 12, 2002
    Andy, I saw Bowling for Columbine and thought it was excellent. You can probably catch it on HBO or another movie channel if you don't want to pay for it, but it is worth looking at.
    Jan 7, 2004
    ++ [ originally posted by blackmint ] ++

    Thats what i dont understand. Why do people automatically thinks he speaks shite?

    Moore is makes incredible entartaining documetaries that have some trouth in them. as pado says Bowling for Columbine is great. just dont believe everything moore says. esspecially about canada.

    yesterday 15 people stabbed a guy to death.

    Layce Erayce

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    Aug 11, 2002
    don bes canada STILL has less crime per capita than the us.

    crime is down because the "baby boomers" have grown out of robbing banks, shooting people, stealing candy from babies and holding up gas stations.

    they've moved onto white collar crimes. Enronning, Arthur Andersenning, Martha Stewarting, etc.

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