Nope, that's why I was careful to say it's drawn from context. But the context is so familiar. As reported: The kid's father and grandfather and uncle are doing or have done time. The home is a drug house "flophouse" as reported by the neighbors. It is in the poorest part of town. The kid is neglected, prone to violence, one of the "seen it coming" types. The uncle interviewed has a first name in a style common to black people around here, as is the name of the neighbor interviewed.
I don't for one minute believe that that description definitively excludes everyone but a black family (broken family in this case) -- but the names, i think, ice the cake. AND DO I EVER HOPE I AM WRONG! I'm going to work in a few minutes, where I've been for 27 years, 60 miles south of Flint, a thoroughly integrated work force -- and I don't wanna have to deal with this, not at all. But it would be foolish not to be ready.
By the way -- kat -- thanks for putting this online. I think we are doing just what others do -- pile up the teddy bears, the flowers, the notes, the crayon pictures, to say goodbye and ease our grief. We just can't go to Flint to do it.