It was a sweltering afternoon in 1997, in an Atlanta slum. Keisha Brown – only twelve years old – was carrying her little brother Malik – in her arms. His mother had fainted from exhaustion after days working double shifts and barely eating. The baby’s crying broke Keisha’s heart: she was hungry, but the house was empty.
Keisha checked her pocket: just a few coins, just for a piece of bread. Desperate, she walked to the supermarket on the corner, praying that someone would help her.
Inside, businessmen chatted, mothers shopped, and the air smelled of fresh fruit and detergent. Keisha saw a man in a tailored gray suit near the case, whose gold watch shone in the light. I didn’t know him, but everyone seemed to look at him with respect. His name was Richard Morgan – a millionaire owner of several stores in Georgia.
