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Gun Violence in the Hood

June 2, 2008

 

 

Growing up in New York City can really desensitize a person when it comes to violence(among other things). Turning on the evening news you almost expect to hear about violence or some other heinous crime. As is the case in most urban centers, some of us have a front row seat and others are in the skybox getting the report from Sue Simmons. My seating was usually a few rows back but this day I was in the front row, I still have yet to get over…

         The park on fulton street and classon avenue was pretty much non-functional and totally rundown in eighties. At some point in ’89 though, the Parks Department began to renovate the park and it was finally done in ’91.  They re-did the playground, repaved the basketball courts and put up new rims.  So on a particularly sunny day, my friend, my “big homie” and I made our way to the park to shoot some hoops. Being the nice day that it was, fulton street was heavily populated…it took us atleast a half an hour to get to the park from clinton ave. and fulton st. because we were stopping talking to everyone on the way like we were on a grassroots campaign trail.

            We get to the classon right on time, the hoopers are about to play and choosing sides. The teams are set, the game gets started, now we’re off running. The courts in classon park are elevated, so you can clearly see the street while playing. During the game I noticed my friend Yah-Yah ride past on his bike, I shouted to him “aaayooo”  then kept playing, I dont even know if he heard me. The game goes for the next few minutes, I see Yah ride past again, this time going the opposite direction towards Downing street…Suddenly about 7 shots are let off, I drop then get up to see a guy jumping in a car with a gun out, I look a few feet to the right and there’s Yah on the ground along side of his bike. All you could hear was people screaming in distress “Thats Yah-Yah, thats Yah-Yah!”

        We ran down the steps to the street, my big homie propped his head up demanding that he stay strong. Big homie then made Yah continously name who was in front of him to try to keep him conscious, he did as best as he could in a barely audible whisper. The ambulance came to pick him up and the trek back to clinton ave. was longer than it took to get to classon ave. Hours later we got the word that Amir “Yah-Yah” Johnson had been called home, he was 15 years old. Now I won’t lie to you, he wasn’t an angel but never did I think that one of my peers would be killed so young in life. The funeral was at Fairhaven Funeral Home, up the block from where he was murdered which to put mildly made the service very uneasy. Yah was the first friend I lost to gun violence but unfortunately, not the last. I have the news clippings at my mother’s house, I will try to  pick them up to add to this post. The picture above is the view from which I last saw my friend alive…

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. June 2, 2008 10:14 pm

    This senseless violence has really been bothering me since I moved to the hood. I’ll be honest–at first I tried to ignore it, but now I starting to believe that this is how people want to live. Where have we gone wrong?

  2. '93Technite permalink
    June 3, 2008 1:33 pm

    Your commentary is right on dude. I like your gritty depiction of what the area was like back then. People dont realize how wild things were in the 80’s in CH. FG was wild as well. During my time at ‘tech, it was not recommended to be out around dusk. Streets come alive.

  3. bknesto permalink
    June 3, 2008 2:14 pm

    Changeling, I agree with you wholeheartedly the violence is senseless but to stop it we can’t just look at the branches and leaves…we have to look at the root as well.
    Technite, it was gritty but far from the epitome of the slums. My friends from Brownsville, Bushwich and East New York would call it vacation when they visited me!!

  4. flatbushman permalink
    June 3, 2008 7:22 pm

    Oye it’s a tragic part of life in the city…. One my boys got shot in the neck on the Q train home from school when we were at Murrow. He lived thank Christ. Somebody I didn’t know got got on the next block up from me a few days ago… No mention of either incident the news… It’s hard not to think that some lives are considered to be of less worth than others… But like Nesto said, you gotta go back to the roots, the psychologically and physiclly violent history of this country to place what goes on today in the proper context. It’s not happening in vaccum like alotta people are inclined to think.

  5. Lil Yach yach permalink
    October 21, 2008 5:53 am

    Amir was my only big brother. I can prove it because I know he used 2 live n Albany Projects but we (his immediate fam) lived on Washington right beside P.S. 11. I was 5 when it happened & never really got 2 much info about the acual shooting. If u read this comment hit me on my Myspace page. Dabusinessproductions@myspace.com.1

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