I have three grandsons, two are seven years old, and the third small boy is four. I only see them all together at Christmas, my #2 son living locally; but my eldest son lives south of London: but they are all so dear to my heart. Three individual souls, blossoming, blooming; noisy, contentious, open, joyous, giggling; all the adverbs which rejoice in the living and in the extensions of my own flesh and blood. The trust which is given without thinking as their small hands slip into mine makes me realise just how lucky I am, to be a Grandpa: to swing a small wiry, tough body up in the air, and watch him smile in complete trust; in the knowledge that he is loved, and protected: as all three are.
This feeling is not now available to Chris Few, the white father of Jeremy Mardis; as Mr. Few lies, critically injured in hospital. He won’t be able to hold his son, or to swing him in his arms; he will not see his young son grow to manhood, because his son was killed by five bullets fired at point-blank range as he sat buckled into his front car seat, at the same time as Chris Few was seriously injured by two black police officers working as city marshals in part-time second jobs. Chris Few was unarmed, and his hands were raised as these two black officers pumped a total of eighteen rounds into Chris Few’s vehicle, leaving a total of thirteen bullets not aimed at the defenceless body of Jeremy Mardis; Chris Few’s young son.
“We are saddened by the loss of Jeremy Mardis,” Marksville police chief Elster Smith Jr said, speaking on behalf of the city and his police department during an earlier press conference, on Thursday. “I am a father of four, and I realize what this family is going through. We will get to the bottom of it.”