Earlier this week, on Tuesday, as I sat at Mavis Tire, dreading the bill I would soon be paying for new tires, I received a phone call from the secretary at school. She prefaced her call by saying she had some "not very good news". I immediately assumed this was a phone call to tell me I have to change classrooms, or I was being moved to another grade level...You know the feeling. But instead, she spoke about a student of mine, and proceeded to tell me that he had been shot and killed in Brooklyn over the weekend. I know she told me the details, but as soon as I hung up--I could hardly remember any details, only that my student, Jaquan Cox, a bubbly, energetic, happy little boy had been killed. The details are too gruesome to relate here, but Jaquan, my seven year old student, who I had hugged, said goodbye to, and wished a great summer less than two weeks ago, had been killed. He was visiting his grandmother who lived in the Bed-Stuy section of Brooklyn. He, along with his grandmother, were victims in a double murder-suicide.
I don't have to tell you, the followers of my blog, who are mostly teachers, just how close you grow to your students as the year progresses. The loss of a student is crushing, but a loss to violence seems even more unbearable.
A fund has been established through EverRibbon.com to help raise funds for the funerals of both Jaquan Cox and Alma Cox. If you are willing to donate, you may do so here: EverRibbon: Jaquan Cox and Alma Cox.