The Littlest Victims

An epidemic of random violence tests New York City's new mayor

At a little after 4 p.m. on a humid summer day, nine-month-old Rayvon Jamison was maneuvering his blue-and-white walker toward the refrigerator in his grandmother's kitchen. Suddenly, seven 9-mm bullets ripped through the tin-plated front door, one piercing his tiny body. Rayvon's chilling shrieks of pain shot through the dingy pale brick apartment building in the Highbridge section of the Bronx. His mother Esther scooped up the bleeding child and ran down five flights of stairs and into the street screaming, "They shot my baby! They shot my baby!" Within the hour Rayvon was dead, the innocent victim of a pointless...