"I started doing research about being a father," Shaw said, "and I found this study that said if you keep them busy with sports until they're 14, chances are, they'll stay out of trouble."
So he signed Jas up for football, baseball and basketball, and coached every team his kid played on. "In eight years, I never missed a game," he said.
His sons went to church with him on Sunday. And they spent summers traveling up and down the state, enrolling Jas in whatever sports camps his father could afford.
"I always told him don't worry about the money," Shaw said. "I've got a job. Your job is to get an education . . . a wife, a home, some kids. Then you'll have worries." He laughed, then wiped his eyes.
Two days before the shooting, his father signed Jamiel up for a $450 SAT prep class. Stanford and Rutgers had come calling; he wanted his son to meet their standards.
Jas was closing in on 18 and Dad was taking no chances. He wouldn't let his son get a driver's license. The night before Jas died, he kept him home from a party.
"I told him, 'There's too much shooting going on.' He was mad that I wouldn't let him go. He spent the night in his room playing video games. He kept telling me, 'Dad, it's not like that. Everybody's not going around with guns.' "
Now, Shaw feels angry, foolish and confused.
"That part doesn't make sense," he said. "We had an 18-year plan. We worked for it, it was happening. Hitting the books, sports on schedule. . . . I made him do all that. For what?"
He bent over and bowed his head in his hands. "Lord, I just don't understand."
Most parents have some sort of 18-year plan. You chart your kids' path, from preschool to college, sweating every late night, bad grade, inappropriate wardrobe choice. My youngest daughter is the same age as Jamiel. I worry that she'll fail math, get in a car accident, trust the guy at the party who offers her drugs.
I'm counting the days until she graduates. I'll exhale when I have her safely off to college. But I've never felt I had to worry about bullets. No parent in this city should have to.
This morning, the Shaw family will appear before the Los Angeles City Council, asking that the city deport gang members who are illegal immigrants. "If they'd done that," Shaw said, "my son wouldn't be dead."
On Wednesday, the Shaws will be in court, facing the man accused of killing their son. Community groups have organized to attend and support them.
At the first court hearing two weeks ago, the suspect's friends were smirking and laughing so loud that a hurt and angry Shaw slipped out a courthouse back door "so I wouldn't say anything I'd regret to the cameras."
His wife goes back to Iraq on Friday. And Shaw will begin using some of those hours he used to spend watching games and waiting outside practices on a foundation he's launching in Jamiel's honor. DreamChasers, he wants to call it.
"It's for kids like mine," he said, "kids trying to do right. Whatever they need -- sports camps, tutoring, lunch money, college programs -- we want to be able to help them afford it."
And he'll turn his attention to 9-year-old Thomas, who idolized his big brother. Thomas may not know it now, but there's an 18-year plan with his name on it.
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sandy.banks@latimes.com
