Rashead Charleston was 37 years old when his life came to an end in Detroit, a city he had known in all its complexity—its grit, its warmth, its struggle, and its enduring sense of community. Those who knew him speak more through the echoes left behind than through the documents or headlines that often outlive a person, because his story never became the kind that filled columns in local newspapers or unfolded nightly on the news. Instead, it remains preserved in memories, in conversations whi
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