What’s Up with That? The Encroaching Menace: Gangs
Posted by: MotherOPearl, in What's Up With That? |Uncontained and unrestrained, gangs have spread like a cancer across America. Point of origin: Los Angeles, California, the gangs encrust that city like scabs. Their motto is: Blood in, blood out, meaning they must commit a bloody crime to get in and the only way they get out is to die. These gangs may recruit young school children for lifelong service. A recent TV documentary disclosed that the spread through out the U.S. continues even as far as South America. These gangs are purportedly controlled by inmates in high security prisons here.
They kingpin multiple groups and crimes. Some are internal within the prison system, taking out members of their own gang and others. Many gang wars lead to heinous acts such as death by beheading. They may also include the dismemberment of the victims’ genitalia which are then fed to the dogs. Guess which one comes first. Gangs have become so plentiful that they extend through out the continental contiguous states but into Washington. Viva La Raza, loosely translated, long-live the Race has become more than a rallying call for racial pride but a virtual war cry. Many believe that the southwest was stolen from Mexico and actually belongs to them.
Not only do the bosses control drugs and life and death from prison cells, but they operate with impunity all across this country. One informant, now dead, claimed that no one in these gangs is safe from retribution if the leaders think that they are acting against their considerable powers. This girl was killed on orders from these gangsters. She was led to a riverbank on the pretest of fishing by her compadres. It is this corruption of morality, this organized crime community which is the greatest fear of the illegal aliens. These are many of the border infiltrators, not families looking for a better life. They are often men who have left their families behind.
They are big time drug runners, criminals in and out of jail. In the cities they terrify their territories making mamas weep at night in prayers for their babies. Drive-by shootings, lootings, warfare all inscribe the culture like homemade tattoo machines. The gang style killings cause young bodies to be carted off in black plastic bags like so much garbage.
Pretty mamacitas wait at home with ninos for papas who are never coming. The fast life like the fast dance, Salsa, is quick, exciting and for many, over before it is well-begun. Cholos and Cholas crowd the street corners. Low-riders bounce down the night, headed for trouble.
Shanks and crank, blunts and baggies seed the scene to flower into crimson bloom of bloodied sidewalks. This world is populated by muscled youth with beautiful golden skin illustrated with their own histories. The tattooed teardrop, evidence of their mark of first blood, decorate handsome faces soon six feet under. America’s new underclass stretches and sprawls, awakening in our present day another gangland era.