Deborah Dean rubs her arms for warmth and shakes her head. The gunshots still echo; the memory of panicked footsteps raises the hair on her arms. "Deborah, call an ambulance!" her nephew had cried. And then she saw her husband standing over the body of her daughter Shavon, 14. "My 12-year-old had to call the ambulance. I just collapsed." The family had been in the middle of an evening barbecue at their home in the Roseland section of Chicago when gunfire from what was believed to be a gang-initiation rite sent the fatal bullet into Shavon. "There's no word to say...
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