Last Thursday on May 17, an evil hung over Cleveland like a cloud of black smoke. Below, along the 3000 block of East 125th Street, red and blue lights of the Cleveland Police raged against the dark like fire. With shoes lying in the streets abandoned like too many old and foreclosed homes, for too long, sashed in yellow tape like one huge condemned building, Cleveland has been a bowing wall, a tottering fence.
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