David CookOn Palm Sunday night, 48 days ago, many of our city’s gang leaders gathered around a wooden dining-room table, some of them sitting, some standing, all agreeing to put down their weapons.
The cease-fire came after days of back-and-forth-and-back-again violence.
Since that night, there have been at least 10 shootings in the city. Of those, two were homicides.
Wednesday afternoon, I sat down around that same dining room table — that night it had pizza; this time it had cigarettes, tangerines, grapes and tomato-and-cheese sandwiches — with the two main architects of the cease-fire, the men with enough street legitimacy and respect to be able to arrange and orchestrate such a gathering.
Skip Eberhardt.