On Friday, August 5, my uncle, David Lamont Hill a.k.a Hue, was murdered in West Baltimore. 1618 McCulloh St is the location of where he was last sitting and took his last breath

There are many people who don't know this, but Old West Baltimore is where I am from, it’s where my family is from. Although we moved from this neighborhood years ago, my uncle's heart never left the community that raised him. His roots are there, our roots are there and they will be forever. At the same time, how am I supposed to bear the bullet wounds of my uncle and still continue to have the strength to fight so hard for black lives? 

Nothing has burned my heart so much like the emptiness of losing him. There is no greater pain than this, but I will continue to carry his wounds until my family is granted justice.