It was 2 o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon. The day after Labor Day. 91-degrees as Chicago’s bloody summer began winding into what would be an equally bloody autumn.
Eight shots rang out in Uptown.
Pastor Jones ran from Uptown Baptist Church and stopped at the fallen man’s side. His right hand rose to the sky.
Another man, practically jumping from his own skin, kneels at the pastor’s feet.
Another man approached. He kneeled down and began administering CPR through the victim’s white tank top, freshly stained with five distinct red blotches that slowly grew.
A police sergeant arrived. A couple of bystanders recorded the moment with their phones. And one of those pictures quickly made its way to us.
We were immediately struck by the image. The nine complete strangers who were brought together by a moment that, terrible as it was, played out nearly 800 times this year in Chicago.
Gregory Sims, 25, was Chicago’s 522nd homicide of the year, according to the authoritative research of HeyJackass.com
Like 81.6% of Chicago’s murders, his killing remains unsolved.