The mother parks by a bureaucratic brick building in downtown Houston on a January day in 2024. She takes the elevator to the third floor. She is dressed for the cameras, her long braids gathered in a tidy bun and a neat jacket snug over her black shirt. It is the day of the press conference, the day when, finally, after four months of pain, she will tell the world what she has been saying to anyone who would listen about what she saw inside her son's casket.
The mother, Pamela Busby, stands with eight others behind a uniformed constable, four gold stars on each epaulet, a firearm holstered at his hip, his eyes solemn. He is one of eight constables in the county, an elected position whose deputies hold the same arrest and investigative powers as city police officers. He steps up to a lectern that bears his name—Alan Rosen—in superhero-sized letters on a vibrant blue background. |
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