Let’s kick the ballistics! I’m a west-sider. I’m also a south-sider. You’re a south-sider. I almost got killed by east-siders at the main intersection on the south side. My life was saved on the south side. Every male or female Hispanic coming from the south side can’t say that. I’ve seen a sureño 17-year-old assassinated. I’ve witnessed a terrified father begging me when his son with disabilities was cut up on his palms by sureños. I saw 36 girls at Capital High School, 14-17, pregnant with hopelessness in an eight-month period.
I noticed human trafficking unfolding on the same campus. I heard about a 14-year-old white girl who committed suicide. I lamented when a 14-year-old Mexicana told me her father just beat her with a belt. She was also the girlfriend of the assassin. I lived as two of my close friends hung themselves on the unattainable basketball goal, at the age of 19. I’ve seen enough.
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