Ever since I started writing about the killing of Jeremiah Sterling, my friend Brendan Shiller has been pushing back, telling me that my because I focus so much on the actual violence and loss, I’m contributing to the impression that violence is greater now, when in fact the murder rate in Chi
Sometime tonight, Jeremiah Sterling’s mother, sister and a group of close friends will get together to celebrate what would have been his 17th birthday.A young man with a beautiful smile and, by all accounts, a joker, a charmer and something of a star in the world of footworking, Jeremiah was
Jeremiah Sterling loved nothing more in this world than dancing. “I met him when he was 12 or 13,” says Aaron “Ag” Neal, 25, one of the founders of Terra Squad, the footworking crew where Jeremiah found a spiritual home.
For most of his life, 16-year-old Jeremiah Sterling lived in West Pullman, on Chicago’s far South Side. His mother’s house on May Street abuts the northern border, but the neighborhood goes south all the way to the Calumet River, east almost to Indiana, and west to Ashland Avenue.
When Jeremiah Sterling came home from Colorado last July, his mom bought an automatic coffeemaker so he and she could hang out, have coffee and talk in the kitchen – just the two of them – in the mornings.
In photos of a young Jeremiah Sterling, a beautiful brown boy smiles from the frames, making life look easy: laughing, playing tough, but with sweetness and mischief in his eyes. But, according to his mother, that wasn’t exactly so.