Somewhere that he doesn’t run the risk of being killed as a random victim in a drive by. Sure the dealers and bangers target each other - but you know what? They’re lousy shots. A very large percentage of the people shot by those kids are people just sitting on their porch, or walking down the street, or riding the bus at the wrong time.
Somewhere that the school he attends isn’t under-equipped and his education doesn’t suffer. Yeah, there are better options for schools there, but if they’re CPS schools, there’s a wait list a mile long. Otherwise you pay tuition somewhere.
Somewhere that he isn’t living in the same home with a man with a record a mile long for car theft, and attempted murder. Ok, the guy was related to family. You still have to think about letting that guy live in the same home (as he did previously) as your grandchild.
Within about a 2-3 mile radius of the neighborhood that grandma didn’t want to move from, there are safer, nicer places to live. The south side is a patchwork of neighborhoods - some are Englewood, others are Hyde Park or Beverly.
In their case, and in a lot of others I’m sure - people won’t move. But not a lot of other families have the choices they do. Talk to parents of children in that neighborhood, and I’ll bet a paycheck that if they had the means to, they’d move their families out of there the first chance they get. Proof? Yeah sort of. Talk to almost any suburban school district within a 30-45 mile circle of the city, and every one will tell you about the volume of kids enrolling with guardianship papers to live with an aunt or uncle while their parents are still back in the city.
It’s a big family, so try this. Buy a nice sized house in a better neighborhood, or a nearby suburb - hand grandma the keys and offer any one else that wants to live there a chance to be safe, have good schools for their kids and the chance to sit on your front porch without having to worry about diving inside every time a car drives slowly down your street.
I don’t know a lot about ‘neighborhoods like that’. I’ve been in those neighborhoods. It’s not an exaggeration - some days it’s like a war zone. I walked into a principal’s office not two days after I’d been there before, and found her windows boarded up because right smack in the middle of a school day, two bullets came through.

