By Elizabeth Hardison
Kimberly King woke up at 5 a.m. on a February morning in 1997 to her phone ringing. Her mother was on the other end, calling to tell her that her brother, Damani, had been shot in the head in North Philadelphia. King, who was 26 years old at the time, said she entered a state of shock. She threw up. Then she began to pray. “When my mother said he was shot, I just knew he was gone,” King said. “My faith has never been shaken as much as it was shaken at that time.” Damani, who was 23, spent five days in a coma before he died. Police never charged anyone with his murder. The question of who killed her brother consumed King in the days and months after his death. But that changed with time, King said, as she came to realize that learning the identity of her Damani’s murderer wouldn’t take away the pain of losing him.