Chris knew the killer from the neighborhood. And fortunately for the investigation, Chris’s mother contacted the police and told them what Chris had seen.
Sheila brought Chris to my office for a grand jury appearance.
Chris was a handsome little boy, well under 5 feet tall, skinny, medium-brown complexion,
“Hey Chris. My name is Glenn Kirschner. I’m a prosecutor.
“I know where Tyler is. That’s a pretty good school. What grade are you in?” I continue on my ice-breaking mission.
“Fifth grade. My teacher’s Ms. Hanson,” he says.
Chris smirks. “Nah, Ms. Hanson’s OK. But she does give us lots of reading to do,” he says, warming up a bit.
Chris hesitates a few beats, then says, “the other kids call me Obama.”
I debate on whether to ask, but then: “Do you like being called Obama?”
A smile slowly develops on his face. “Yeah, I do,” beams Chris.
Thanks for reading this. I’m hopeful that my 5 daughters will soon hear, “you can be anything, including president” and have a female president as an example that validates that promise.