From a Chicago rooftop to 3,000-mile journey, here’s how I’m fighting to restore America’s soul
It all started on a crumbling, dilapidated rooftop on the South Side of Chicago. I had climbed to the top of a crime-infested, rundown motel to protest the violence that had taken many lives and stole the dreams of far too many individuals. I stood there and vowed that I would fight the carnage tearing…

