Two weeks later, I attended another neighborhood meeting with a police officer. I told her about Darius Jefferson’s accusation of harassment.
“He’s saying that to intimidate you,” she replied. “You’re not harassing him; you’re collecting evidence.”
“So why isn’t he in jail? He was arrested and just moved to a new neighborhood and started dealing again.”
“It’s the lawyers. They prosecute the cases they’re sure they can win.”
No lawyers were present to explain why they were not to blame. It didn’t matter. My neighbors and I were stuck living next to Darius Jefferson.
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