Archive for the ‘Awareness’ Category

If you want to find out what Gangbangers are talking about, go to Hoodup.com and sign up for an account. Lots of bragging, history, and information (along with a fair amount of misinformation), but its interesting, to say the least.  Caution: This site might be a little raw for some of you!

Here is an old article that still makes you think (and cringe). It’s a hard read but read it carefully and before you think about prison being “cool,” think how this story might apply to your own life.

http://www.streetgangstyle.com/street_gangs/street-gang-articles/real-gang-knowledge/

Want to know more about the Church in the Hood and the Gsus Nation? Do you or your set have questions about how Jesus interfaces with gang life? I’m available to come talk with you, one-on-one or to a group of 5 or 10 (or 100!). I can also come and start a Bible Study for your set. Let me know. Call or e-mail me at rlg2@uchicago.edu and we’ll arrange a time to talk about who Jesus is and what he means to the Gs of Chicago.

Ron

I met Pac yesterday in Cook County Jail. He’s a Cobra from Armitage and Richmond (I believe).  I’d like to ask all you praying people out there to pray for Pac, the mother of his two kids, his mom and the rest of his family. And if you’re friends of Pac, let me know that too. I will be hearing from him and sharing books and articles with him too. I’d also like to have a chance to talk with his friends over in Cobra territory. Let me know. I’d like to share more about Gsus and the Church in the Hood.

Ron

Last week I shared a post about how gang life affects a Gs family. This is another post with the same message. If you think that your gangbanging doesn’t impact your family, think again. For more on how gangbanging affects a family, look at this:

http://www.streetgangstyle.com/street_gangs/street-gang-articles/leaving-family-gang/

Please pray for Minnie, her brother, and her entire family. God has a plan here. I will fill you in with more details if the opportunity should present itself.

 

Ron

Check out this story by a former associate of the Mexican Mafia.

http://www.streetgangstyle.com/street_gangs/editorials/tour-life-death-street-lamps-city/

 

today’s Dear Abby

HOMEBOY IN JAIL SAYS GANG

IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR FAMILY

 

 

DEAR ABBY: I’m a 16-year-old gangbanger looking at spending the rest of my life isolated in a little bird cage. Every day I ask myself the same question. Was it really worth throwing my life away? All I did was help a “homeboy” from getting hurt. I got caught and was convicted on eight charges that led to more than four consecutive life sentences. That ain’t no joke! The sad part of it is that the so-called homeboy turned his back on me when I needed him most. I should’ve pulled away when I could’ve.

The main reason for this letter is to help parents and teens like myself who are choosing the wrong path to realize what you’re getting into while there is still time. Tell parents out there, if you see your kid is messing up in school, using drugs, hanging with the wrong crowd, anything that would lead to gang affiliation, reach out and help them while you still can before they’re in too deep. They (teens) turn toward gang life in search of the love they need from their family. Or they want to fit in and be cool.

To all the gangbangers who think you’re cool and being a gangster, get away from it while you still can. It may be fun at the moment, but it’s not when you get caught and you have to spend the rest of your life behind bars. There’s better things to do in life than hang around all day frying your brain from all the drugs and alcohol. Trust me, when you’re behind bars thinking about what you did, you’ll be missing your family the most. You think your homeboys are going to be there for you? Well, let me tell you this … they’re not! I guarantee you that the only people who are actually willing to change places with you are your parents. Your real family. Do you think your homeboys want to do time for you? Hell, no!

I hope this letter helps some people out there. I just want to make a contribution to society before I get locked up in the dungeon forever. This is to show you not all gangbangers are evil and cruel. Life is short. Live it smart, not stupid. Now I can finally answer the question I ask myself, “Was it all worth it?” The money, the girls and all the material things go faster than you think and could all be taken away with the snap of a finger from the split second of a decision you make. It’s not worth your life. — HOMESICK HOMEBOY

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DEAR HOMESICK: You write well and your letter contains a powerful message. I’m printing it without editing. Let your experience be a warning to others. I hope from the sad circumstances of your life some other young person will realize that a gang is a poor substitute for a family and the path to success does not stop at the street corner.

If a troubled young person is in school, he or she should talk to a counselor. If there is a church nearby, talk to a priest or minister. There are alternatives to joining a gang, but you need to reach out.


May the joy and peace that surpasses all understanding, that comes from faith in the resurrected Christ, touch and fill you.  Remember YOU may be the only contact the people in YOUR life will have with the Love of our Lord Jesus this day.

Waddup my names G im from queens in new York city. I peeped ya website nd I could relate to a bunch of shit on there. I been gangbangin since I was 14 years old…I’m 21 now.

My situations a Lil complicated tho. I joined la familia nation when I was 14 nd I banged everyday basically, mostly on Latin kings…..in my hood they brainwash you into thinkin they ya enemy nd I fell for it. I was willing to do anything for my gang. Then one day the big homie sent out a T.O.S (terminate on site) on me over some byullshit gang politics. You would think at this point I walked away from gang life, I walked away from one gang and joined another one, a big no no in my hood. So since about 2 years ago and ive had a price on my head ever since…me nd my moms had to move out our big apartment to some bullshit basement just to stay alive. Everytime I walk out my front door I gotta look over my shoulder nd pray I don’t catch a bullet. I got stabbed up pretty bad like 4 months ago by some Latin king niggas out in Brooklyn. I was laid up in the ICU for 2 weeks wit a whole bunch of tubes in me. That made me take a good look at what my life has become nd after I got out the hospital I decided to walk away from all this bullshit.

I don’t chill wit any of my boys no more they all brainwashed by the gang. I basically chill wit my family most of the time. I been goin to church alot too. This is the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life, but ima try my hardest to walk away from that gang life. I know my beef and all my enemies won’t just disappear but I think my faith in god gonna keep me alive nd breathing. Thanks for listenin

Find this story and more at:

http://www.streetgangstyle.com/street_gangs/gang-testimonies/change/

 

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Gangs: This is not a way of life

I came from a very close knit family.I am an only child,so it was always just me, my mom and my dad.My father was an alcoholic or another term a functioning drunk.I grew up in a neighborhood that was low class and was known as gang territory.My grandparents were Pachuco’s, so I grew up knowing about the life.My father was mexican and my mother is white.

In school I gained alot of popularity because I had blond hair and blue eyes,but I’m Latin and speak spanish.I started “just hanging” around gang members when I was 8 years old.I quickly started feeling like a little family,which I was not feeling at home,so that felt real good.By the age of 10 I went to my first party with gang members.I liked how much fun I was having hanging out with my new “family” and in the mean while telling my parents I was with friends from school.

At the age of 11 I got jumped into the gang.I was jumped for 2 minutes by four 16 year old guys from my gang.At the age of 11,I took one hell of a beating.I told my mom that I got in a fight at school.So now I was in the gang.”What does that really mean?” I thought that night.All fun and parties all the time?Feeling accepted and wanted all the time?People not hurting me anymore because I now have new respect?

Boy was I WRONG!At the age of 12 I did my first drive by.Here I am as scared as can be in a car full of gang members (like me)going to do a drive by.That same year I had 5 homeboys die.Thats when my grades in school started going down.My mom would ask what was going on with me.I kept explaining nothing.I was an undercover gang member to my parents.I blinded them with this good girlie act.My mom would say that I was dressing and looking like a “chola.”I kept reassuring her that I was just dressing like one,cause I like the style.My parents didn’t want to admit that there little girl could be in a gang.

When I was 14 years old I was stabbed in the leg by a rival gang.So I thought thats all right because I “took one” for my neighborhood…(yeah right!)I used to kick back in my neighborhood drinking 40′s of beer and smoking weed.Thought that was the life.All my friends were getting pregnant and having kids at 11,12,13 etc…By the time I was 18 years old I had 7 miscarriages.I can’t tell you how many time I heard the words “Oh baby I love you,Its me and you forever.” I swear I thought every guy I was with was the one and it was going to last forever.I learned real quick Guys will tell you ANYTHING to get what they want.I had my closest homegirls sleep with my man behind my back.(Good friends huh?)

By the time I was 18 I had lost 46 friends to gang violence.Thats one hell of alot of funerals to go to and alot of innocent families to look into there eyes and say sorry,when down deep inside they are cussing you out because they feel that you are just some gang member that helped him get in that casket.As the the casket is lowered in the ground all your homies are talking about revenge.When I was 19 I was cruising with my homies.There was six of us in the car.Four guys and two girls.I was sitting in the front in between two guys.We were at a stop light.A rival gang drove up on us and shot at us.The guy that was driving was hit in the head and the bullet came out the other side of his head and ricocheted of my head.His brains were splattered all over me.Knowing that one of my closest friends had just died and I had his brains on me I was rushed to the hospital.Thank GOD I was alright.That was another funeral and another loss.

After that I was shot at about a dozen times more.Then when I was 20 I was arrested for homicide.I had no idea what the police were talking about.I sat in a cell thinking after all these years of doing bad that I was getting busted for something I really had no idea about.By the Grace of God,they found out that they had the wrong person.I was never so scared in my life.I thought being stabbed and shot that was bad.I even thought having all these tatoo’s all over my body was bad or the fact that I could have died,but going to jail for something I didn’t do for the rest of my life.So I prayed and prayed.The Lord heard my prayers.After that I thought I owe this to God that I am alive.I owe it to myself and my loved ones to stay alive.

At 21 I decided that I had enough.So one night I was kicking back in my neighborhood.There was about 50 of us that night.I told them I wanted out.I said if you want to jump me out then thats fine,but I want out.I went and talk to one of the Veteranos (older homeboys).They said “You did yours for the neighborhood and you can just walk out with respect because we have repsect for you.”As I was getting ready to leave and saying bye to everyone,knowing that I was still going to see everyone here and there just not kick it anymore.The police rolled up and I thought “I guess one last time.”So there I was on the floor, on my knees, hands behind my head and an officer behind me with a 12 gauge shot gun to the back of my head.After checking everything out they were letting us all go.

These cops who ran the gang unit knew be by name.That night I told them that I was out of the scene.They congratulated and even gave me hugs.Then asked if I needed a ride home.That was the first time I was in a police car without hand cuffs on.My father died that year.I have since became close with my mother and told her all about my undercover life that her and my father only feared but didn’t know about.I think of all the sleepless nights I kept my mother awake wondering if I was dead or alive.I think of all the years I probably took off my mothers life stressing over me.I think HOW could I have done this to her.My mother,my real family.

I saw alot of friends die for my neighborhood,but what does a neighborhood do for you?

You claim a street or hood that you will NEVER own.You pay rent for a neighborhood that will NEVER be yours.I think now about all the funerals where everyone said they would die for there homie,but you know I never seen anyone jump on the casket and go in the ditch with them.When you take a life or have one taken from you,it affects more then just you.There are people that love and will miss and grieve too.Its affects EVERYONE around you.What people don’t understand is that once a life is gone…thats it! NO second chance! Life is only one time.

If you are a gang member PLEASE take it from me there is a REAL life out there.You just have to be strong enough to take a chance and walk away before it is too late.Life is too short anyways…then to let be even shortened by doing time in prison or being dead.If you live a real Gangsters life that is the only two ways out, prison or death.There are so many other things out there in life for you.

If you don’t care enough about yourselves to get out STOP being SELFISH and think about all the loved ones you will leave behind.How will they handle life without a husband, wife, brother, sister, daughter, son, mother, father. Pictures, memories and a cemetary is all they will have left. PLEASE think about it!!!

You can find this article and more at:

http://www.streetgangstyle.com/street_gangs/street-gang-articles/gangs-life/

“So you wanna be a hardcore gang banger…ok let me tell you bout this ive been a 5 year gangster startin at the age of 13 and let me tell you i hate it. i hate it with a passion more than them damn fuckaz who killed my baby brotha.. gangstaz cant live long only the lucky ones survive the ones who know the ways of the streets but if you aint got the skills you gonna get killed trust me this life ain’t all up to that glory you gotta get hurt, emotionally and physically to be a G to be respected shit if that’s the only way to get respect fuck respect sure i got mine thats from 5 years of pain that i cant even describe life aint eva gonna be the same for me shit if you dont believe me go head join a gang see how much “FUN” it is this shit aint fun get back to reality whats this rep gonna do for u if u dead?… Snoopy

This note and more can be found at:

http://www.streetgangstyle.com/street_gangs/street-gang-articles/joining-gang/

 

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“WUSSUP,THIS IS TEARDR0PzZ.AND I W0ULD LIKE 2 SAY A LIL SUMTHIN B0UT ALL THIS GANG STUFF,AIIGHT 2 ALL THE Y0UNGSTERS WH0 READ THIS,D0NT GET INT0 A GANG T0 THINK THAT Y0U WILL FIT IN 0R ITS C00L 0R WUTEVER.LIVEIN THE LIFE I LIVE N SHIT IM N0T G0ING T0 LIE T0 Y0U GUYS ARIIGHT IMMA KEEP IT REAL!ITzZ ALL CRAzZY AND FUN!BUT!!ITzZ DANGER0US AND I W0ULD NEVER REC0MEND S0ME0NE T0 GET INT0 THE GANG LIFE.I SIT N THINK S0METIMES LIKE “WTF AM I D0ING!”.Y0U WILL L0zZE L0VED 0NEzZ..TRUST ME….I’V BEEN THERE AND IT AINT C00!I THINK ALL THE Y0UNGSTERS SH0ULD GET THEIR EDUCATI0N AND D0 G00D..BECAUSE 0NCE Y0U ARE KN0WN AS A GANG GANGER THERE AINT N0 RURNING BACK!Y0U WILL ALWAYzZ BE KN0WN AS A GNG BANGER AND I D0NT THINK ENY 0F Y0U WANT THAT..ITS T00 LATE F0R ME 2 TURN BACK N THERES DAYzZ I STRAIGHT UP REGRET EVERYTHING….S0 JUST STAY AWAY FR0M THE GANG LIFE AND JUST GET AN EDUCATI0N N D0 WUT U G0TTA D0!”

This very poignant note about living the gang lifestyle (and a whole lot more) can be found at:

http://www.streetgangstyle.com/street_gangs/street-gang-articles/gangster-quotes/

For those interested in the history of gang life in Chicago, this UIC organization provides a first stop for information and reflection.

http://www.uic.edu/orgs/kbc/ganghistory/ghleaflet.html

An interesting article that was sent to me in response to one of my own  posts. I think you’ll find this article to be an interesting twist on gang intervention from the Third Side. Find the article at:

http://creatingreciprocity.wordpress.com/2011/05/12/from-bystanders-to-third-siders/

The Third Side Web page can be found at:

http://www.thirdside.org/

A new movie is coming out in the near future about the intertwined lives of Nicky Cruz and David Wilkerson. The movie is called Thousand Pieces and is based on the book  Run, Baby, Run, the official biography of Nicky Cruz.  Information on the movie can be found at the following two websites:

http://www.runbabyrunmovie.com/main.php

http://thousandpiecesmovie.com/

There is an earlier “sanitized” film called The Cross and the Switchblade based on the book of the same name by David Wilkerson. The film is actually inspiring and worth a screening.  It’s a 70’s film that stars Pat Boone as David Wilkerson and Erik Estrada as Nicky Cruz , so it’s more on the “cute” side and not as” gritty” or realistic as a current movie on the same topic might be. Nonetheless, the film is worth watching to get a visual presentation of the story. See it at:

http://www.ovguide.com/movies_tv/the_cross_and_the_switchblade.htm

David Wilkerson impacted the life of Nicky Cruz and the gangs of New York, but he did much more, all because he was obedient to God’s whisper. If you want to change the world for the better, you might want to read this story about David Wilkerson’s journey of faith:

http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2011/aprilweb-only/rememberingdavidwilkerson.html