Jan. 27, 2012
You never know what’s coming next. You can make educated guesses, of course, and you can get it right most of the time, but you never know for sure until whatever comes next actually crosses your path.
How was I to know that in the process of helping a friend move on Thursday, I would hear shots ring out just down the street from the house she is vacating? How I was I to know I would instinctively hit the deck in her living room, calling out for her to get down as I dropped? How was I to know she would think she was hearing belated Chinese New Year’s celebrations, or that when I got back up to bring her to the floor with me she would still be smiling, “humoring” me, as she later put it? How could I have know that I would see her expression change from playful to seriously stunned as I told her we were hearing gunshots?
How could I have known any of this when I told her over the phone a few hours earlier I would have a couple hours to help her move? How was I to know that it would lead to us hunkering down on the floor as shots rang out nearby, thankful that a large chair was between our heads and the front window?
We stayed low for a couple minutes after the gunfire stopped, waiting. We must have waited for two or three minutes without hearing anything else. I had been certain it was gunfire when I was hearing it, but I began to wonder if, in fact, I had been hearing fireworks. Tentatively, I got up and walked to the door. I opened it and stepped out onto the porch. Almost immediately, I heard sirens approaching. I stepped back inside to find my friend on the phone, talking with the Berkeley police. They told her that yes, those were gunshots and, yes, they were on the scene. They advised staying inside.
So we stayed inside. The neighbors began calling each other to get information, to find out who knew what. No one knew much of anything, really, just that a lot of shots had been fired and that the police were on the scene. A little later, we ventured outside again.
Reassured by the police officer outside who told us, “Right now, this is the safest spot in Berkeley,” we continued putting her boxes in my car. Other neighbors milled about outside, including a teenager with a skateboard who stopped to talk, saying he and his mother also hit the deck in self-defense when they heard the shots. Somewhat stunned, we all still felt grateful to be exchanging words and tasting the black chill of nighttime, tainted though it was by what we would later learn was a man being shot to death just down the block.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Barrage of bullets killed man in Berkeley, berkeleyside.com, Jan. 28, 2012
Berkeley Police respond to fatal shooting, KGO-TV website, Jan. 27, 2012
Man shot and killed on Shattuck in Berkeley, berkeleyside.com, Jan. 26, 2012
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