Twenty-three years ago, then-state Attorney General Eliot Spitzer and I sat in a Buffalo conference room with the grieving family of Kendra Webdale. We were there to explain legislation I had drafted as a member of Spitzer’s staff in response to the fatal subway pushing a few weeks earlier of their daughter and sister by a man with untreated schizophrenia, and ask for their blessing to call the proposal “Kendra’s Law.”