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  • Vlada Ime: Kenneth Thompson
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  • Starost:32
  • Vrijeme Služio:9 g.
  • Mjesto:Sjeverna Philadelphia, PA
  • Rečenica:20 g..
  • Trenutni Charge:Posjedovanje (61 kilograms) with intent to Deliver
  • Pseudonim:Ken-Roc
  • Datum objave:2024
  • Zatvor Zajednica:N / A
  • Krug utjecaja:Emanuel Jones
  • Institucija:FCI McKean
  • Naši pokusi mogu biti teški i vrlo teško izdržati, ali, sigurno sve dok se i dalje strpljivi i dalje štuju Boga u pravilan način, naša nagrada će biti još veći.

North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Dio 4)


The final part of “The Decisions of Dink” a short story set in North Philly, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. Click here to read Part 3.

This morning I was not afforded the opportunity to hear Keyshia Cole’s voice booming from the middle room of my mom’s house. Danas, I could only remember the way Jazz would put her hand on her hip, shift her weight to her left leg, roll her eyes, and suck her teeth. Danas, my twin sister is nothing more than a mere memory in my heart. Danas, I graduated high school and looked down at my mother from the auditorium stage with my diploma in my hand, and I could see the pain mixed with joy in her teary eyes. I could feel in my heart exactly how proud of me she was. It was not just for the fact that I was now a high school graduate. It was also because I am alive, I am free and I still have a future.

The pressure on me was hard. It begged for retaliation. And really, that would have been the easiest thing for me to do. But the night of my sister’s death I looked in the mirror and told myself that I was different. I was not born to destroy. I was born to rebuild. As far as the kid Black, last week he was sentenced to life without the chance of parole. Two lives were lost that day he killed my twin sister. Two futures erased. The newspaper reported it as just another senseless act of black-on-black violence. My sister’s death didn’t make national news. The paper didn’t explain the events of the day, which led to the bullet that ripped through my sister’s chest. But then again, should I have expected it to? The paper didn’t print a front-page story about the decision I made to live and let live. But if I retaliated the newspaper would have called me a monster and a thug the same way they did my father many years ago.

Even though I’m still only seventeen-years-old, I realize and understand that I live against the odds. I understand that many kids my age don’t make it past the hustler on the Ave, the weed-smokers down the street, the Benz parked on the back block, the empty crack bags in the vacant lot, the rest in peace teddy bears on the corner, and the pain of witnessing the loss of a loved one at such a young age. I now understand that in order to be a teenager and growing up in the hood, I cannot think as a teenager should. See Black was my age. We used to be friends. But he wanted to fit in. I wanted to be different. He wasn’t a bad kid. He was just confused. He made a terrible decision. And now he is headed to the State pun [robijašnica]. And me, well I’m headed to Penn State [University]. My reality is my tragedy. My reality is my triumph. My reality is my HOOD. Take a look around. Your intent is who and what you become.

This short story is dedicated to the confused and forgotten souls of Young Black America . . . Don’t let the ‘hood define you . . . Podići!


One response to “North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Dio 4)”

  1. T Nast says:


    I had to take a minute and thank you for this story. I’ve never walked the streets of Philly, but your words and their flow allowed me to illustrate and play it like I was watching it on a screen. You’ve got skill big dog. I hope you continue to write. Pieces like this are evidence that a soldier of the struggle can’t be held down, no matter the circumstances. Stay up,

    T Nast

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