I called this one in, actually. It's the day after the 4th of July, so I wasn't quite sure if it was fireworks or gunshots. But...I think I knew it was gunshots. It was VERY loud, 3 or 4 shots in quick succession. Madison barked. I was in my bedroom, looked out side my window and could see the Garfield Community Center from where I stood. I saw a group of young kids running eastbound on Cherry (which makes sense since the news report said the car was heading west on Cherry). I grabbed my cell and called it in.
About an hour later, I went to the corner store and noticed a few cops standing in the space between 2 houses across the street from my house. They were looking at something up high-ish (a tree? second or third story?). When I got to the corner, I saw a crowd of people and about 6 or 7 more cops, one with a rifle out. Everyone was peering in the doorway that leads to an apartment building. So I went up and asked what was going on. One woman didn't know, the next said something about how there was a guy there who had cut himself or something (?) and they were getting everyone out of the building. The rifle was a tranquilizer gun or something like that. I left before I found out what happened; hoping it'll be in the news or something.
My neighborhood...I love it in a lot of ways. It has rent that I can afford, convenient location to several buslines and grocery stores, Ethiopian restaurants galore, mostly friendly people. But there's a lot of crime - violence like the first incident is no stranger to my immediate vicinity (23rd and Cherry, next to Garfield High). And thefts! Holy moley...Eli's house has been broken into 3 times in a month, and he lives 8 blocks away. I bought a "beware of dog" sign a few days ago to put in the window. Luckily everything I have of value (which is not much) is in my bedroom, with my crazy dog who hates strangers.
I've been thinking about community and gentrification and violence among youth and all of the crap that goes into these kinds of situations. It's messy and sad and frustrating. I don't usually feel unsafe in my neighborhood - perhaps I'm being naive?