State Judge Blows a Hole in Leftist Case for Neglecting Homeless Camps, Open-Air Drug Markets

The gunshots rang out just before midnight in mid April — pop, pop, pop, pop.

Joel Coplin and his wife, Jo-Ann, were sleeping in their home above their downtown Phoenix art gallery when they were awakened by the loud blasts in front of their building. But they did not rush to the window to see what was happening. They didn’t call the police.