There was a homicide in Delray Beach a few weekends ago.
A 26-year-old man was shot and killed outside a community market on our Main Street, in our downtown. His name was Jamar Gabbage.
The shooting happened not far from our “gateway” feature, in the 1100 block of West Atlantic Avenue; the entrance to our downtown.
Last week we learned that three people died after overdosing on heroin within 24 hours in Delray.
The same day this story led the local news I saw a young man on a bike heading toward A1A screaming at passersby. I wondered whether he was ill or under the influence of “flakka”, the new scourge that is laying waste to young minds. This week came more news of someone allegedly under the influence and violent requiring several police officers and a K-9 to subdue.
But when I stop by to visit friends at a local restaurant the talk isn’t about murders or what to do about substance abuse. The talk is about “A frame” valet signs and whether a part on the beach pavilion is rusting.
When I browse social media I read about change and how sad it is to see a chain store downtown. Valid concerns, but definitely first world problems, I think to myself.
Then I read about an unattended death at a local rehab and see a slew of insensitive comments.
And I feel sad.
These are people we are talking about.
Someone’s dad. Someone’s child. Someone’s friend. They are not “cancers”, they are people.
I see a lot of lost people in our city. I see them outside the local Walgreens and watch them slowly cross a parking lot in front of my office on Lindell Boulevard.
Some are homeless and worn, like weathered driftwood. Others seem cooked with vacant thousand yard stares as they make their way across streets only to disappear in crevices.
We have it all here.
Mansions on the water.
Craft cocktails.
Fancy cars.
Valet parking.
Big Boats. Expensive private schools. 100 foot Christmas trees.
We also have murders.
Drive by shootings.
Kids whose parents beat them. People suffering from cancer and dementia. Heroin. Homelessness and drug deals done in alleyways.
It’s there for all to see in the village. If we care to look.
When I drive through town I have memories everywhere. That’s what happens when you’re anchored in a place for a long period of time as I have been in Delray—happily.
I remember being able to seeking solace in people whenever the going got rough.
On South Swinton there was Father Stokes. Chip, he would insist you call him.
He became Bishop of New Jersey.
But before he left he was a confidant; a trusted partner.
He cared about the poor people who lived just west of his church. When you talked with him you could see his passion about education, social justice and racism. Before he got his post in New Jersey he was up for another big job in the church.
A team of senior church leaders came to Delray to discuss his work in our city. I was asked about Chip’s work in the community and when I began to answer I noticed that I was choked up describing the care and leadership he provided. I realized that if he left, he would leave a gaping hole. He didn’t get that job but a few years later he got an even bigger one.
And you know what? We miss Chip Stokes’ leadership, courage and ability to focus on what was most important.
On Lake Ida Road, there was Nancy Hurd who spent decades loving the poorest children in our village at the Achievement Center. Nancy was always a port in a storm. On the darkest days, the days when I couldn’t sleep because I saw images of a 15 year old boy in a casket I knew I could visit Nancy and she would hold my hand and together we would visit pre-schoolers with their smiles, hugs and hopes. By the time you left, you had hope in the future. It wasn’t that reality changed, but in that corner of the world you could see goodness and love.
On North Swinton, at Old School Square there was Joe Gillie and Frances Bourque who were always excited about the arts and about serving children by exposing them to culture. Their passion was infectious. You wanted to sign on to their mission immediately and we did.
Years later I would sit on an interview panel and listen to 17-year-old Stephanie Brown talk about her love of photography stoked by a class she took at Old School Square. She would become one of our first set of Dare 2 Be Great Scholars. A year or two later she was named one of the top young photographers in Savannah where she excelled at the Savannah College of Art and Design. But for that class…it might not have happened.
Near Pompey Park, lived the Pompey’s, lovely people, educators, community builders whose love of this city made you fall in love too. Their history was painful; fighting for the right to go to the beach, better schools and parks and for local children denied opportunity.
On the southwest side, you could sit with Mrs. Wesley. Libby to some…and she would sing to you or read you a poem that left you a puddle. Libby was beauty personified. She believed in Delray. She believed in young people. She believed in roots. She inspired everyone.
At City Hall, you could pop in and feel the energy of achievement and pride. In the clerk’s office were Barbara Garito and Chevelle Nubin and lots of happy faces, Sue and Jim and others. There was DQ and Lula and a busy planning department with smart people like Ron Hoggard and Jeff Costello who could figure out any problem you threw at them. And we did. We threw a lot their way.
And there was tough Paul Dorling, who could be disarmed with a joke.
Perry held court at Boston’s and Bill at the Chamber. Lori could be found at the market and Nancy was always planning a festival.
Solace; everywhere you looked.
Pame, Jen, Evelyn, Skip, Bob, Cathy B, Susan, Kerry, Rachel and Tom Fleming in the Grove. Mrs Gholston and Miss B.
A village.
There were murders and drugs. Always. There was crime and blight galore. Businesses went bust. People said rude things.
But we were a village.
Always a village.
I’m not sure if those same havens exist these days. I hope they do and I suspect they do. Many of the players mentioned above have moved on in life which is what happens, but I’m sure they were replaced by others who are caring as well.
My wish is that current and future leadership seek advice and solace. You can’t do these jobs on social media, as great as Facebook is. And you can’t do it walled off somewhere in a vacuum. It’s only a village if we talk to each other. And listen—with empathy.
Thank you for this & I agree. It takes a village.
Jeff, so very moving. We do have new leaders to inspire us, talk and listen and solve problems, make things work.
When sea billows roll, and dark days appear, we must remember that the Village has weathered storms and trials because of the caring nature of it’s people. Thanks for reminding us of this enduring characteristic that has made Delray a very special place.
I to have lived here for many years….since 1982 and think of this “Village” as my home……and yes..it can tand ” a village” somtimes to make positive changes……keep up the good work people of Delray!
What do you mean about moderating my post?There was no porn, nothing untrue, nothing threatening. Why did you remove it or whatever you did?
We are very moderate here at yourdelrayboca. So we moderate.
What a beautifully written and compassionate piece on a city I adore. I have been here 26 years and never want to live anywhere else.
Thank you for this beautifully stated call to action. We so need this again here.
Thank you for caring about our lovely village!!
Thanks Dana…appreciated.
Jeff, Very Eloquently Written.
But today, I see Delray Beach Emerging as a City of almost 85,000 people.
The names you recited in tour article, First of all, You, Diane, Joe Gillie, Francis Borque, Perry DonFrancisco, Jeff Costello & SOOOOOOO many others who are responsible for transforming Delray Beach, what it has become today!! Thank You All, for creating a City to be proud of!!!!!
Jeff, you captured the beautiful spirit we had in our great City. The spirit of comity, friendship, and joy in making Delray Beach a city that embraces all its citizens. The tone of your article captured the heart of Delray. Thanks Jeff
This is one of the best articles I’ve read in a while. I was born and raised in Delray. This article speaks nothing but truth? I was raised in a village. Delray’s village. I’m proud to still be a part of this village.
Thanks for making my day Christie!