We knew it when Oscar Grant was killed in Oakland, sitting still and compliant on the floor of the Fruitvale BART station. We knew it when Amadou Diallo was killed. Forty-one bullets. Some through the bottom of his feet. We knew it when Sean Bell was shot and killed getting into a car after his own bachelor party in New York. We knew it when we read about Clifford Glover, a boy of ten living in Queens, New York, in April 1973. Little Clifford was shot by police while simply walking with his stepfather down a street in their South Jamaica, Queens, neighborhood. The killer cop, Thomas Shea, who
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