posted on Dec, 22 2004 @ 07:02 AM
As stated earlier: I was 'associated' with a gang; I was never actually a hardcore member. I was never V'd in (those associated with Chicago know
what I mean). This was in the late 80's, before I went to the Army.
How it affected me was, in effect, people stopped messing with me. I came from a catholic grade school, with maybe 200 students (1st thru 8th), to a
high school with over 5000 students. I knew, at most, 10 kids in that whole school. From the first week, I was picked on, and I didn't know how to
react. I was scared and frustrated. In private school, they pretty much kept a tight lid on harrassment. It felt like open season on me in high
school. Then, I met a kid in class who just transferred from a school in Cicero, Il. He was nice to me, and didn't screw with me at all. He saw what
was going on, and stood up for me one day in class. Not one person said a word to him. Everyone kept their distance. Now, I looked at this guy like,
'whoah, that was cool' (I was 14 for what it's worth). About 1 month later, he asked me if I wanted to hang out with him and some of his friends. I
did, and was at that point asked if I wanted to become associated with this gang. I knew what gangs were, and I knew that they were not a good thing.
But I was, well, enamored by them. I accepted, and became an associate member of this certain gang.
I was not a hardcore member. Sophmore year, these same friends were out on a Friday night, going around, looking for trouble, and were pulled
over by the police. The police found two .22's in the car. All of them ended up going to court, and receiving probation/supervision. I was asked to
go with that night, but I declined. I knew something bad could happen.
The most I ever participated in was selling stolen radios, cb's, radar detectors and such. I was never into drugs or any other hardcore
contraband. I didn't steal the items, I just sold them for friends, and I got a little on the side. That was the extent of my so-called 'criminal'
In the 90's, the guy I met who brought me into the gang scene was being chased by the police, was apphrehended, and bit the cops thumb so hard,
it was almost severed. He ran into his house, stripped buck naked, and hid in the closet( an attempt at 'insanity). He spent 5 years in Statesville.
Another friend of mind was busted dealing coc aine, and served time. Yet another friend served for armed robbery, burglary, and grand theft auto.
I, on the other hand, went to the army. I knew it would get me nowhere in life to hang around people such as these. I am intelligent. Just weak in
some areas. I was attracted to the lifestyle. The power ( even a high scool level type of power), and the attention.
I know have a family of my own. If I would have stayed with those guys I met in high-school, things would have been different, I am sure. I
served 5 years in the Army, and I now make decent money at my job. Every person I hung around with in H.S. was in and out of jail. That is no way to
live. Not for me.
That is how gangs affected me.