Hello, I hope you are doing well, Thao. I am writing you this letter to make you aware that I will confront the gang that has been bothering you and your family. I also want to apologize for not allowing you to accompany me while I confront them. I need you to stay with your family and look after them while I deal with this task.
I know you are upset about your house being destroyed and your sister being raped. However, I promise my confrontation with the group will solve your gang problem forever. I am aware approaching the gang is a suicide mission, but I cannot have another individual's blood on my hands. As you know, I am not admired by my family as they cannot stand the sight of me, and I do not have many friends either. I have never been close to my son’s or their families, and that has always annoyed me. Also, I told no one this, but I am dying from an illness, and I cannot afford the treatment nor can I ask my son's for the money. By provoking the gang to shoot me, it will not only solve my problem because I have no reason to live, but it will also solve yours. I told Father Janovich that I will take care of the gang, and since I cannot kill all of them, I will let them shoot me.
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However, I will deal with the group now, and I hope they get placed behind bars. Now, I wish for you, and your family to be at
“Earlier today, we learned that an attempt was made on your cousin’s life,” her father said to her. “Your mother has so much grief for your cousin, because of the actions that he has made since the past two years – deeds worthy of being told to all
My parents, well mostly my mom wanted to do anything to get me out of Chicago. She said chicago ain't good for me cause I was always getting into fights and i started gang banging so she said she was going to move I never believed her into one day she told me start packing. I was really mad cause I ain't want to move, but i guess i had to. We move to Decatur iL and our first week there I knew almost everybody, but i was only cool with like 3 people.
I hopeful this letter finds you glowing and not extremely tired as you drive the highways and byways throughout this paradise called America. Realizing your employment enhances the quality of the family causes me to spark at the idea of your name. Time and time again, I remind myself how fortunate I am as you surround me with your love and affection. Deceitfulness could creep in, should I deny that I look forward to the conclusion of your project and your safe return home. The children and I miss you.
I have created this letter to you in necessity for myself. This letter will hopefully bring a close to a chapter of my life that was in immense need of ending. Also, this letter will hopefully allow you to create a more positive view of myself, as I believe you have never seen me in a good light.
I heard that you were recently on trial for a felony-murder. I also know that you are quite young and were caught up with the wrong people. Furthermore, I am aware you have damaged some connections within your family. I know that you may be unsure of who you are and whether or not you are a good person. I want to tell you that you that your worst deed doesn’t define
Shellie, I wasn't surprised that women want to leave the gang life for a better future for their child but I did find it bizarre that men more so want their children to grow up in the lifestlye of gangs. This to me was something I thought existed in the past when thinking of mobs and the mob lifestyle. I assumed that over time men would also feel the same way and want a better life for their children but when the gang lifestlye is all theyve ever lived and all they know it makes sense now to see why they think its positive and good for their future children to be invovled. I think wanting that is more of a safety factor for a parent and that they believe the best way of life is to follow in their own foot steps which is understandable after
The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.
I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.
I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.
Often when people hear the word gang, they immediately think of drugs, guns, and violence. When in reality there has been an ongoing debate that gangs are not no different from a sorority or fraternity. To demonstrate, a gang is similar to a sorority or fraternity because the members are dedicated to sister-hood or brother-hood. Sorority and fraternity life started long ago on college campuses for the improvement of the college campus. Gangs started for equality on the street. Gains promoted violence while fraternities and sororities began occupying their spare time with doing community service. Both gangs and Greeks are dedicated to sister-hood and brother-hood. Gangs can be defined as positive or negative depending on the person’s beliefs. In this particular paper, I will be discussing more in depth of the different elements of a specific gang and their lifestyles.
1.) How would you respond if a graduate student from an elite university turned up at your door and announced his intention to study you?
I thank you for taking the time to read my letter. I know that you are a busy man, so for you to read my letter means a lot. I do hope to hear back from you. Please feel free to contact me in any way that you
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Forty years is a long time, long enough to deprive a person of any connection to the real world. I mean those cars, machines, children crying… I just couldn’t get used to them. Sometime I feel I’m standing in the eye of hurricane, the noises whipping around me like a gale. It’s a terrible thing to live in fear. All I’m doing is just lying here, smoking, unable to sleep. I look up and see old Brooks’s world from the beam, he gave up. That makes me more scared. He couldn’t cope with the real world, so he decided to release himself totally. Well, I guess I have become institutionalized like Brooks as, I can’t feel
Jonathan was a good friend of mine, a person who I could count on to make me laugh when I needed one. He always carried a good heart, loved basketball and I enjoyed spending time with him, but the streets raised him and took him away. To his family he was the brightest, and the most loving son. On June 10th, 2015, a tragedy struck. As a young man he became a member of a local gang. Unfortunately, Jonathan was riding his bike in rival gang territory when he ran into some rival gang members. The two young boys around the same age as Jonathan shot him multiple times and he bled to death later that night. Jonathan was only 16 years old. One life lost and countless others destroyed.