DONL 2
Last year I wrote to some of you about an event at the Superdome known as the
SuperFair, which is a big carnival with rides inside the Dome. It is another
predominantly black attended event at the Superdome which some of my
co-workers think would be a great event to bomb, kill the coloreds.
What I wrote about last year was a drive-by shooting outside the Dome one of
the nights after the fair. Whoever did that shooting is still at large, but
the shooting that was done in retaliation has eight or nine people facing
charges. Four are facing first degree murder charges which carries a
possible death penalty.
The idea that night after the first shooting was to go into enemy
territory--presumably the neighborhood of the first shooter--and then "kill
anyone we see." That "anyone" turned out to be a kid named Tim, and he was
called Big Tim because he was big for his age, that age being
twelve-years-old. But he looked older to the multiple car loads of searching
18-20 year olds, and the fact that he was limping from a sprained ankle did
not enter into the equation for these teenagers with a vendetta. Up
Cambronne in Pigeontown Big Tim walked until he saw a group of boys with
obvious ill intent exit a vehicle, and then he started running, as best he
could. The boys ran after him, shooting as they went. Two car loads of
boys trailed after in the street. The boys in this trailing group copped
pleas, turned states evidence and will average five year sentences. The boys
chasing Tim eventually caught him because one of the bullets entered his
spine and caused him to fall down. And this is how it goes here: after Tim
fell down from an obvious bullet wound, these boys did not freak out and jump
in their cars to flee. These four boys stood over Tim's large dying
twelve-year-old body and fired more bullets into the flesh of his torso, and
into his head.
I don't know anything about this kid, Tim. Maybe he wasn't an innocent, but
twelve-year-old's should not end this way.
I have driven around this small town extensively during my searches for
property and I know the streets and neighborhoods pretty well. When a murder
happens here I can often picture almost exactly where it happened, and these
memories have become a plotted map inside my head. And there are days when
the math comes to bear down on me and everywhere I go I see bloodstains on
the sidewalks. My first two years here the city recorded a total of almost
eight hundred murders. For a per capita comparison to a city the size of NY
I multiply by twenty and get sixteen thousand.
And I have to some degree integrated myself into this predominately black New
Orleans community and I know many of the children and I know some of the
murderers, and as frustrating as it can get here with people constantly
dropping trash in the streets, and disrespecting each other, and cussing, and
killing, I still cannot arrive at a place where I can understand this all
encompassing hatred that is felt by so many of the area whites, or the
blinding fear and intolerance which rules so many of the little minds 'round
here.
I have become kind of numb to "n" word, and try not to let offenders get
under my skin. But the cumulative effect still wears me down in the end and
there are times when my white friends say "nigger" and I just smile the smile
of system shut down, tap my foot as eulogy to the boy(s) with no father(s),
the boy no one hugged, who received no compliments ever, and never a special
treatment, but did one day gain a notoriety, bleeding out, on a street corner.
what color were the shooters?
Why do you ask?
If you have a need to classify the shooters, here's the relevant information: they're petty drug lords.
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Last year I wrote to some of you about an event at the Superdome known as the SuperFair, which is a big carnival with rides inside the Dome. It is another predominantly black attended event at the Superdome which some of my co-workers think would be a great event to bomb, kill the coloreds. What I wrote about last year was a drive-by shooting outside the Dome one of the nights after the fair. Whoever did that shooting is still at large, but the shooting that was done in retaliation has eight or nine people facing charges. Four are facing first degree murder charges which carries a possible death penalty. The idea that night after the first shooting was to go into enemy territory--presumably the neighborhood of the first shooter--and then "kill anyone we see." That "anyone" turned out to be a kid named Tim, and he was called Big Tim because he was big for his age, that age being twelve-years-old. But he looked older to the multiple car loads of searching 18-20 year olds, and the fact that he was limping from a sprained ankle did not enter into the equation for these teenagers with a vendetta. Up Cambronne in Pigeontown Big Tim walked until he saw a group of boys with obvious ill intent exit a vehicle, and then he started running, as best he could. The boys ran after him, shooting as they went. Two car loads of boys trailed after in the street. The boys in this trailing group copped pleas, turned states evidence and will average five year sentences. The boys chasing Tim eventually caught him because one of the bullets entered his spine and caused him to fall down. And this is how it goes here: after Tim fell down from an obvious bullet wound, these boys did not freak out and jump in their cars to flee. These four boys stood over Tim's large dying twelve-year-old body and fired more bullets into the flesh of his torso, and into his head. I don't know anything about this kid, Tim. Maybe he wasn't an innocent, but twelve-year-old's should not end this way. I have driven around this small town extensively during my searches for property and I know the streets and neighborhoods pretty well. When a murder happens here I can often picture almost exactly where it happened, and these memories have become a plotted map inside my head. And there are days when the math comes to bear down on me and everywhere I go I see bloodstains on the sidewalks. My first two years here the city recorded a total of almost eight hundred murders. For a per capita comparison to a city the size of NY I multiply by twenty and get sixteen thousand. And I have to some degree integrated myself into this predominately black New Orleans community and I know many of the children and I know some of the murderers, and as frustrating as it can get here with people constantly dropping trash in the streets, and disrespecting each other, and cussing, and killing, I still cannot arrive at a place where I can understand this all encompassing hatred that is felt by so many of the area whites, or the blinding fear and intolerance which rules so many of the little minds 'round here. I have become kind of numb to "n" word, and try not to let offenders get under my skin. But the cumulative effect still wears me down in the end and there are times when my white friends say "nigger" and I just smile the smile of system shut down, tap my foot as eulogy to the boy(s) with no father(s), the boy no one hugged, who received no compliments ever, and never a special treatment, but did one day gain a notoriety, bleeding out, on a street corner.
- jimlouis 4-04-2000 1:48 pm
what color were the shooters?
- alexander_larue@yahoo.com 9-05-2005 11:17 am [add a comment]
Why do you ask?
If you have a need to classify the shooters, here's the relevant information: they're petty drug lords.
- mark 9-05-2005 11:51 am [add a comment]