i remember the day oscar grant was killed. i remember how it spread through the bay area. i remember going to those protests. i remember being afraid. i remember when johannes mehserle was found guilty of something called involuntary manslaughter. he was murdered. my son was murdered. oakland has never been the same. right here is where the actual bullet that traveled through oscar s body hit the platform floor, bounced back up and went into his chest, collapsing one of his lungs. mama wanda is oscar grant s mother, uncle bobby his uncle, beatrice is his aunt, and latifah simon is the recently