My cousin Stephen Guillermo graduated from San Francisco State University last year. But his diploma had to be awarded posthumously.
He was shot in killed a month before the ceremony.
When I wrote about it here, I was grateful to the university for honoring what became my cousin’s greatest achievement in his young life. But I also hoped it wouldn’t be the only sense of justice our family would have as a result of my cousin’s death.
A year later, another graduation season is upon us, and justice is more elusive than ever.
The medical examiner’s findings are still not complete.
The family hasn’t even seen the police report.
It isn’t the matter of some backlog. It’s more another example of how some lives just don’t matter.
