Although I wasn’t a close friend, but a customer that frequented Mousa (that’s the name I knew him by) was a nice young man and I don’t like what happened to him.
It makes me angry that some low lives with no morals and no courage but a gun could come and take the life of such a person as if he were nothing. I want the people to remember him, that he did exist, and that every time these countless acts of cowardliness occurs that he’ll still exist in their minds and hearts. I want people to remember with an anger so as to not let these enormous acts become a way of life that we’ll accept and as time passes the victims won’t become as faded ashes, as a quiet somber of the winds that passes with the make shift shrine of flowers and candle laid glasses.
To the family of Mamadou Toure may he find the peace in death that he couldn’t find in life.