MY SON HELPED A BLIND OLD MAN PAY FOR HIS GROCERIES—TODAY, A CONVOY OF BLACK SUVS PULLED UP TO OUR HOUSE.
One of them held up a photo and asked, “Is this your son?” I nodded, confused, not knowing our life would change in a minute. “Ma’am, may we speak with him?” the tallest one asked, lowering his sunglasses. “He didn’t do anything wrong,” he added quickly, almost reading the panic on my face. My son,…