CHAPTER 1
Italian Fest
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Q: When is the last time you spoke with your mom?
A: At 12:10 this morning.
Q: Did you go to the Italian Fest lastevening on Saturday night?
A: Yes.
Q: Is that in Marquette Park?
A: Yes.
Q: Who is Perry?
A: He's like my boyfriend, but we've been on and offlately ... we've been on and off for about a year.
Q: What did you do after you spoke with your mom?
A: Hung out at Perry's a little longer ... 30 minutes,then they took me back to my car and I went and gotcigarettes, then I went to Taco Bell, then I realized Ididn't have my wallet, I called Perry to asked him to lookaround his house for it, so I went back to Carter's andfound my wallet, then I bought gas, I have a receipt forthat. Then I drove to Cordova to Eric Whittakers (sic),but decided to head on home, we talked for a minutethough. I was talking to Andrew Hammack on the phone.He was going to stop by my house and see my kittenand we were supposed to talk. I was supposed to callhim when I got home, but I found what I found.—NouraJackson's Witness Statement, June 5, 2005
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It was the last sliver of the summer afternoon. Thatlazy, tired time of day between the promise of morningand the possibility of evening. Two teenagers—listeningdistractedly to a local radio station—made their way acrosstown. Noura Jackson, the driver, was calculating how tooutmaneuver her mother. Her mom would tell her again thatshe was grounded until she finished her schoolwork. Thatwould mean staying home tonight—a Saturday. Not likelyto happen as far as Noura was concerned. Her passenger,Kaole (pronounced Cole) Madison, who was still a littlestoned, glanced at Noura, puzzled by her subdued mood.After all, they looking forward to a preparty, kicking offwhat should be an even better party.
"Damn," Noura said. "My mom's still there. I don't wantto go home now. I don't feel like dealing with her."
Noura also had a nice buzz from the mellow time they'dhad that afternoon. The last thing she wanted now wasto see her mom, which would lead to conflict—anotherargument about her lack of responsibility—she just knewit. Sometimes it seemed they had been fighting foreverthough she knew that wasn't really true. But somethinghad shifted. Suddenly finishing her GED work and curfewswere a big deal. And all her friends, especially her boyfriend,Perry, were suspect. She was threatening—promising—toget a restraining order against him!
She loved her mom, but right now she wanted to be asfar away from her as possible. Jennifer was treating Nouramore like a child than ever, even drug testing her. She waseighteen years old, and since her father's death over a yearago, she should have been completely independent. She washis only heir, yet her mom controlled the money. How manyarguments had they had about that? Too many, even Nouraknew. If her mom would give her what was hers, she'd moveout and perhaps one day they would be all right again.
"Why don't we check out parking for Italian Festtonight?" Noura suggested. "Maybe by the time we get backshe'll be gone." Kaole didn't ask Noura any questions aboutwhy she didn't want to see her mom. Such situations wereall too common among himself and his friends and theirparents. Seemed like there were so many things to argueabout: curfews, rules, cars, money, drinking, work, school,and friends. The list just went on and on.
Noura knew her mom was going to the wedding of afriend's daughter that night with Jimmy Tual, whom Nouraregarded as a socialite. Jimmy escorted Jennifer when sheand Mark Irvin, her Methodist minister boyfriend, were offagain. God what a prick Mark is, Noura thought again. Anda creep! Always trying to look down her shirt. It would begood if this time the breakup really lasted.
They'd already made one stop since leaving Kaole'shouse. At a friend's house Noura borrowed a hair dryer.It was midafternoon as they circled through her EastMemphis neighborhood in Noura's Jeep Cherokee. Theypassed a sign in front of one nearby house advertising freekittens. That would be sweet, Noura...