Life’s True Story: True gang stories
Life’s True Story
When i was 18 I met a what I thought was a really nice guy.. He was a Friend
of my brothers.. I knew he was in a gang but his personality didn’t match
what you think a gang members personality is.. He never mistreated me, nevercheated on me nothing like that he was really good to me.. We talked and
chilled for a long time before we hooked up.. Well we hooked up and things
started to get serious.. He had done some robberies and and mugged people
broke into houses and stuff just so we could survive.. He wouldn’t allow me
to work. I never knew why untill the day he was murdered.. He always told me
he wouldn’t have his girl working he was going to support her.. So in 1999
when we got married and had our son.. I still didn’t work but we lived a
comfortable life.. I was no part of a gang, never joined one, never claimed
to be in one.. Well in the summer of 2000 my husband robbed a house in a
rival gangs territory.. they came after him shot him and our house up.. He
survived through it.. I loved him and until that point we were never faced
with danger.. Well in the winter of 2000 he decided to lay low and be an
active member anymore.. this was to protect our son and myself.. well that
lasted for a short time.. In February of this year my husband was shot and
killed because he didn’t die the first time the rival gang shot him… My
husband was a good man.. Yes he was in a gang, but he never physically hurt
anyone and he provided for us very well. Not only did that rival gang have
it out for him but they now have it out for my son and myself. My son is
almost 2 years old and never done anything to anyone why should he die.. I
will tell you why these people want him dead.. They want him dead because of
his father.. As I mentioned my husband would not allow me to work.. I now
know that is was for my safety cause every one knew we were married. So they
would go after me just as fast as they would him..
So all in all gangs hurt every one.. even those who don’t belong to one. My
son now has to grow up without his father cause of bad choices that were
made.. It’s not fair to me or my son. I just wish all you want to be gang
bangers and and those who know people who are in gangs knew how much it
effects every one.. And gangs are not just in big cities cause I live in a
fairly small town that is run by gang members.. And gang members can’t always
be identified by their clothing anymore either… Please take a moment to
think before you do anything stupid..
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thts sooooo true damn im sorry yall have to go threw tht now god bless yall
January 21st, 2010 at 8:16 am -
The story form the other side huh? This is a great cautionary tale, but I’m struggling to feel any pity for you. It’s like a drunk driver blaming the alcohol company for providing such tasty, tasty, beers that he had to drink to excess before he got behind the wheel and wiped out an innocent family.
He never physically hurt anyone? What about the muggings, the anguish of someone coming home to know their house had been broken into and their belongings stolen? The intimidation of him travelling with his crew all around the small town you live in? Yeah that never hurts anyone.
Provided for you? By making victims of innocent people? He couldn’t somehow get a job to support you instead? I’d pretty much guarantee that he would still be alive and “supporting” you if he was working instead of “banging”.
Even a whitebread like me knows that once you join a gang, it’s for life. You can’t quit and become a “respectable” member of society. The only thing you can do is get out of town and look over your shoulder for the rest of your life.
Hey, I feel sorry for your child, he’s the only innocent one in this. You are not. You passively supported your husband’s activities the whole time you were with him.
The comment that you made that they were out to get him because of his father, umm your child had a father in a gang. If you really love your son you’d be moving towns, keeping your head down and trying to do what 91% of us all do and get a job.
September 14th, 2011 at 1:35 am
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