Everyone dropped their guns except brad and Phil who had pulled out their guns. Their backs were to the cops and the cops saw Phil’s badge but they did not see Brad’s badge due to him never finding it after the scuffle. One was scared cause Brad was pointing his gun all over the place at the mob members running away. This police officer shot at Brad and hit him in the leg. Brad went rolling on the ground and started shouting, “I’m a cop!
Bob Herbert wrote an article called “Hounding the Innocent.” He talks about how more people are getting pulled over just because the police want to humiliate them. This act makes me indignant towards the law enforcement officers. Police are supposed to protect and serve not poke fun at people. Hispanics and African Americans are being humiliated but it’s mostly the minority groups. These groups are being stopped just because they seem like the “bad” people.
The parents of the runaway hunted Mr. Sneed down and shot him to his death. The parents had gone to the local police station and also tried to get help from local newspapers but no one would help. The parents would not wait on a trail but took the situation in their own hands. The parents had hired local gang members to kill Mr. Sneed but the gang members were unsuccessful. Prosecutors say Gilton shot Sneed with a .40-caliber handgun on Meade and LeConte avenues, causing the gang member to crash his car
Still pushing and trying to make our way out of the club a police officer says “there’s no one leaving the club until the situation is taking care of.” A guy that was behind me yells, “What situation,” the officer replies “4 people have been shot and 2 were dead.” So back in the club we went for another 2 in half hours. After all that time the security finally starts letting people out of the club and me and my crew go on about our way. After not knowing what the outcome was going to be this is the most dangerous situation I had ever been
About two weeks later there was a march down the streets that consisted of children and teenagers, all of which were arrested in this peaceful protest where they sang “We Shall Overcome”. The jails were packed full and there was no more space to hold protesters, and knowing this they made sure to send out more the next day to make a statement. Over a thousand children and teenagers came to the parade the next day, although most were fearful of their lives and ran away. They were fearful because the local firefighters had taken out the water hoses and were blasting people who were trying to march. One particular group stood still and were thrown to the ground and rolled down the street by the pressure of the water hoses.
“Please don’t shoot! I have a family!” then I caught his arm go down and I watched as his tendons in his fingers twitched as if he were reaching for something. At first, I thought it was a gun, but it was too late to yell, “put your hand up!” because by then he already pushed that dump alarm button. Then, what seemed like seconds, I saw the blazing red lights screeching into the desolate parking lot, I just finished plucking the money out of the cash register so I made a break for it. Thunk!
However, they heard noise not too far from where they were. The noise was from a party that had nothing to do with the attack. Hank immediately thought it was the rival neighborhood and attacked the people at the gathering. In the midst of the fighting, a young man named Jose Diaz was stabbed and beaten (Zoot Suit Riots). He was rushed to the Los Angeles General Hospital, but did not survive.
Soon there was a huge clash of other gangs that didn’t need the help or wanted anyone else involved in their bootlegging and crime. There were large gang wars all over the streets from people using machine guns like the chopper, to sawed-off shotguns to bump off unwanted gangs going into their hoods. Bimbos were all over the streets making sure that no other gangs or police were interfering with their crimes and squirreling alcohol. But with every crime, there will be soon police finally finding a way to catch you and put you away. This happened to the gangster Capone in 1931, but he was not arrested for all of his crimes and bootlegging, it was for in fact from Capone evading his income-taxes.
However, my cousin let it slip about a week later that a kid held us at gunpoint while we were walking. My mom was furious because we didn’t tell her about this sooner, but we were only trying to save us because we knew this kid wasn’t joking around. My mom called the cops. They drove around the neighborhood for about a week straight looking for this dangerous kid. There was no sign of him, they couldn’t find him anywhere.
Finally, a police officer showed up and as we were standing outside telling the officer about the episode that had just happened gun shots rang out for a second time and the policeman ran, jumped in his car and pulled off speeding with his lights on. I remember thinking “where is he going, I thought the cops were suppose to serve and protect?” It was disappointing to us that the police never showed back up to the house to see if anyone was