John Lewis was 16 years old when his life ended in New Orleans, Louisiana. His death left a quiet kind of devastation that can’t be measured in dates or lines on a record. Sixteen is an age still full of unfinished plans and ordinary moments that should have kept coming—walks home, school days, laughter with friends, the small rhythms of a young life that hadn’t had the chance to fully unfold. Instead, his story stops where it should have been widening, and the space that followed would ha
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