Written By: Rod Davis (dmagazine)

In the increasingly violent world of many Dallas neighborhoods, people who have been poshed around too long are starting to push back. 

IT’S ALMOST 10 P. M., AN HOUR BEFORE curfew, and outside the Prince Hall Village apartments in far southeast Oak Cliff comes the unmistakable pop-pop-pop of automatic weapons. Security guard David Keeton interrupts his story of Finding a 12-year-old rape victim slashed and stuffed in a nearby trash can, crying to him in delirium, “Don’t let me die, Daddy. “

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