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Third call to 911 in a week and a half
I don't want to be that awful interfering old biddy who calls the cops all the time. But my friends may recall that there's been several murders in my neighborhood in the last year, one of them being the brother of someone I know.
This is the score:
Last Tuesday early evening. The party at the apartments across Felix from me seemed to break out in shouting and fistfights -- I think I heard someone scream also. I saw the fistfights silhouetted in the light in the breezeway between the apartments. While I was talking to the cops I saw two people run away.
About half a dozen people called besides me: somebody had discharged a rifle at that party. There was another wild party at the same apartment the next afternoon, with people sitting on the patio fence throwing gang signs, but white poser rappers throw gang signs in music videos, and I'm not calling the cops just because people are noisy idiots. It's been quiet since then.
Thursday almost midnight. A single gunshot. I was almost in my bed so I couldn't triangulate the location and there was no more noise.
Tonight. Two guys doing a drug deal in a white American car in front of my house. They're rolling industrial quantities of joints right out in the open with their dome light on. I tried to memorize the license plate before I came in to the house but the cops wanted a description of their clothes. I said dark.
I know, mere marijuana is not a 911 issue. I really don't care about people smoking dope. However. The people who are dealing marijuana on the streets in my town are the same people who are killing the boys and young men in my neighborhood. I have never seen this kind of drug deal on my street before. I think they are here because people on other streets have been calling the cops and getting them chased out.
My neighborhood was until quite recently a sleepy little place you'd choose to raise your children in.
This is the score:
Last Tuesday early evening. The party at the apartments across Felix from me seemed to break out in shouting and fistfights -- I think I heard someone scream also. I saw the fistfights silhouetted in the light in the breezeway between the apartments. While I was talking to the cops I saw two people run away.
About half a dozen people called besides me: somebody had discharged a rifle at that party. There was another wild party at the same apartment the next afternoon, with people sitting on the patio fence throwing gang signs, but white poser rappers throw gang signs in music videos, and I'm not calling the cops just because people are noisy idiots. It's been quiet since then.
Thursday almost midnight. A single gunshot. I was almost in my bed so I couldn't triangulate the location and there was no more noise.
Tonight. Two guys doing a drug deal in a white American car in front of my house. They're rolling industrial quantities of joints right out in the open with their dome light on. I tried to memorize the license plate before I came in to the house but the cops wanted a description of their clothes. I said dark.
I know, mere marijuana is not a 911 issue. I really don't care about people smoking dope. However. The people who are dealing marijuana on the streets in my town are the same people who are killing the boys and young men in my neighborhood. I have never seen this kind of drug deal on my street before. I think they are here because people on other streets have been calling the cops and getting them chased out.
My neighborhood was until quite recently a sleepy little place you'd choose to raise your children in.
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