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What the racist massacre in Buffalo stole from one family

By Troy Closson
New York Times·
12 mins to read

Every mass shooting requires unique paths of mourning. Celestine Chaney's family bid farewell to a mother, sister, grandparent and best friend.

He stood next to his mother as she lay in her white coffin, gliding his palm between his 9-year-old son's back and his grown daughter's shoulder.

Just days before, Wayne Jones had watched a video filmed from the point of a view of a gunman who reloaded a rifle, pointed it at his mother's head and pulled the trigger.

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