This is Antoine's Mother. How Gun Violence Dashes Dreams, Destroys Lives on Both Ends of Weapon.

"I believe parents are in denial. You can't be a blind housekeeper. You can't keep your house clean if you keep your eyes shut. Don’t close the doors in your house. Clean and check your kid’s room. Don’t stay out till all hours. When kids get to a certain age, parents think they can take their hands off. But you can’t."

I met Joyce Hill this past summer, when we worked together on the committee to organize Evanston’s first-ever Fifth Ward Festival. I quickly learned during our meetings that she is forthright, tough, smart, and irreverent. That she’s funny, vivacious and proud. But it took me longer to discover Joyce’s pain. And also her resilience.

I had heard that one of Joyce’s sons was in prison. I had noticed that she showed interest in issues affecting convicted felons, such as whether they could vote. But it was weeks after the festival took place that I sat down with Joyce over sandwiches at Curt's Cafe and she told me some of her story.

She is one of the far too many mothers in Evanston whose lives have been up-ended by guns and gun violence.


When there is a fatal shooting in Evanston, we most often hear about the victim—the (almost always) young African American man who has been shot and killed. We may read about his too-short life in the newspaper, or hear him eulogized at his funeral. We may see his mother weep, or glimpse his (now) peaceful face above the coffin’s edge from our seat in the pews. We mourn his lost life.

Seldom do we hear much about the shooter. Or his family. Often—too often—he’s not found. And when he is, we feel so much (understandable) anger toward him that all we really care to know is his name. His age. And that he was caught and put behind bars. Often, we’re angry at his parents too. We don’t imagine his mother weeping. We don’t often stop to think about the dreams his parents may have had for him or how those dreams were dashed.

But the scourge of too many guns that are too easily available, too few jobs, social and economic inequities, and hard-to-access mental health care are among the conditions that lead to dreams and lives lost and destroyed … on either end of a weapon.

In talking to Joyce, I wasn’t trying to determine guilt or innocence. I wasn’t looking to lay blame or make excuses. The story behind this story is complicated. I simply wanted to talk to Joyce, a woman I had gotten to know, a mother whose life has been changed by gun violence.


Joyce was born and raised in Evanston. She married here and raised her two sons, Vernon and Antoine, in the fifth ward. In 2005, when he was 19, Antoine shot and killed Robert Gresham, 22, during an argument at the (now-defunct) Keg. Antoine was charged with second degree murder and is still serving time in prison. The incident was covered widely.

Q: What was your dream for your sons when they were born?

A: My vision, my dream for my sons, was that they would become husbands then fathers, in that order. That was my plan. I tried to set an example. My husband and I both worked. When they were in school, I went back to school to get my medical technician certification [Joyce also has a BA in Management].

I timed it so it would be significant for them, so they could see that I was going back to college and that there was an importance in studying. I would come home and wait till they got in from school. We’d sit around the kitchen table and do our homework together. I had a 6 p.m. at-the-table rule to eat dinner every night. We went to church. I raised them how I was raised.

I did everything I could to raise them as men who would be husbands. I’d say, ‘This is what you do. This is how you act.’ I made them do chores. Their dad thought I was too hard on them. I wanted them to be able to do housework so they could share that duty with a wife. I've always wanted them to know there's a difference between what you should and shouldn't do.

Q: Did you ever imagine this would be Antoine’s future?

A: I never imagined this. Not because I’m a Pippi Longstocking. But I had plans. I was a very hands-on mother until they moved out of my house. I will admit that I think there were some things their father could have supported me on because I was always the one setting down the rules. My mother had standards for us. My brothers and sisters have masters degrees. They're homeowners. Everyone is a homeowner but me. I made some wrong choices.

Q: What was Antoine like as a child?

A: As a child, Antoine was very goal oriented. Give him a standard to meet and he would set out to do so. He was very determined and independent. But he moved out of my house when he was 18. He knew he couldn’t do the stuff he was doing from my house. I required my sons to do chores, call in, check in.

Q: How did things go wrong?

A: Antoine tried to do things the quick way. He was trying to find a short cut to being a supporter, to being a good man. What he thought was a good man. He started selling marijuana, and that’s how things ended up getting out of control. I believe he felt like selling pot was the easiest hustle because you got a light sentence if you got caught. I kept telling him, this was not the plan. Where are you going? I was trying to be a good mother, but I was powerless. Marijuana was his livelihood. The trouble started and the shooting happened because there was missing marijuana and Antoine, wrongly, got blamed for it.

Q: Where were you when you heard what had happened?

A: I was with my baby grand-daughter, Antoine’s daughter. She was my first grandchild. I was eating her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Q: As a mom, what did it feel like to find out that your son shot someone?

A: It was a very hard pill to swallow. I had always taught my son’s to try and work things out and that ‘fighting’ would be a last resort...and then only in self defense.

Q: Did you know Antoine carried a gun?

A: No. By the time I found that out, he'd already shot Bob. There are so many guns around. I had no idea there were that many guns in Evanston. There are too many people are getting shot. These young men don't know how to resolve their conflicts. I don't know why the kids think its okay that guns are part of their hardware. They’re like cell phones to them. I haven't figured out why. They have testosterone, but why can't they just fight? I don't know where the breakdown is. I'm a fighter, I’ll fight you with words, and I’ll fight with fists. But actually pick up a gun to shoot and harm you? Never.

My older son Vernon got shot in 2003.That's the year my mother died, and Vernon blamed himself for her death. That incident against Vernon may have turned Antoine into another person. That's when I started dealing with gun violence. It wasn't supposed to affect us. That was my introduction into this life; me understanding this is real.

Q: Did you know Bob?

A: The boys were close friends growing up. They used to come to the house on Sundays. I'd always cook dinner. They would come over and I'd get home and there'd be no dinner left! But then Antoine and Bob started selling marijuana and gambling. All of a sudden things went in the opposite direction. I don't know when it happened.

Q: What did Antoine do after he shot Robert?

A: He came home and he threw up all night long. He regretted it right away.

Q: How do you feel about what Antoine did?

A: I think he did something really terrible. But, I want to believe that time heals all wounds.