We are the average black family trying to fight against a huge city, and everywhere we turn, we're here the doors getting slammed in our face. My name is chakraral Wells. They want you to stop fighting, They want you to give up. They want you just to accept that your child is dead and just move on. I can't, can't do it. This is the story of my son, Courtney. You know my name is Corney Copeman. Two fifteen is the biggest here of my life. He was a good child.
He loved his family. He was a ladies man, even with his auntie and his grandmother. He got that smile with his dead folds. I just remember thinking to myself, like where does he get all this energy from? I chance to wrap her. Courtney Copelan was a good friend of mine. In he wound up with a bullet in his back outside of Chicago police station. Who ever did this to us? Soun as, did you turn yourself in? As this you ask for forgiveness from God? And it's
the story of my search for the truth. So we would with the flyers and we were on the radio. If anybody that can help us get answered. You want to know what you are did you see anybody running? How many shots? None of that stuff was asked along the way. I teamed up with journalists and we took this case to a whole new level. Okay, so you heard two shots fired on the block. I was working in the emergency room and I remember him specifically being
handcuffed to the bed. What do you do with this information? None of this expense to me as wherever God not have been makes sense. This is a podcast about trust and the police. There was a rhyme I heard back in high school. You were put here to protect us, But who protects us from you? This is Somebody, a co production of the Invisible Institute, the Inter South and Topic Studios in association with Tenderfoot TV. Everybody the songbodes
every day. This is somebody's child. Somebody deserves to know what happened. I deserve to know what happened to my son coming soon March one,