I taught for decades at an urban public high school. There never were any graduation gunfights when I was there (thank goodness).
But there were always disruptions. Always. And often there were major fights. Somebody in the audience looked at somebody else wrong. Or maybe somebody booed when they should have clapped. Then it’s go time.
It always broke my heart. Maybe 85% of the urban kids I taught were great kids. They persevered in often difficult situations. G_d bless them.
But oh, that other 15%. And their parents. They took every opportunity possible to disrupt.
“But oh, that other 15%. And their parents. They took every opportunity possible to disrupt.”