Five More Killings on the Southside of Los Angeles

THE WONDERFUL MISTER JOHNSON

Herman Johnson had a routine. For years, every morning, the 74-year-old retired Los Angeles City worker would step off the porch of his home on Cimarron Street near 36th Place and take a long walk around his Exposition Park neighborhood.  

He took the stroll this past Sunday, Oct., 6,  but that walk - and his life -  ended around 6:20 a.m. at 37th Street and Western Avenue when someone shot him in the back of his head.

"He was a wonderful man, just wonderful,"  said Eva Mae Smith, 93, who has lived on this quiet block of Cimarron since 1934. "You couldn't ask for a better neighbor."

Sitting on her couch in her immaculate living room, Smith spoke quietly about the kindness of a neighbor she had known for more than  30 years.

"I don't know anyone who could even say one single bad word about Mr. Johnson. He really was wonderful. After my husband passed, he would come over and cut my lawn. He would take the garbage cans out. You would never have to ask him for a favor. He would ask you if you need anything. I can't believe someone would kill Mr. Johnson. Why would someone do something like that  to Mr. Johnson?  It's terrible how someone could do that to wonderful Mr. Johnson. "

LIL MAN

A couple hours later that Sunday morning, Anthony Anderson, 43,  was on the small front lawn of his place on East 90th Street near San Pedro Street watering his lawn. when a black male in his 20s appeared on foot. Many shots later,  Anderson lay bleeding to death on his driveway, the garden hose still running, splashing him, the water mixing with his blood.

Monday, a small memorial to Anderson was set up in front of the lawn .A cardboard sign read "Rest in Peace  Lil Man  Gone but not Forgotten."

Across the street a woman said her daughter was friends with the victim, but was too distraught to talk.

A PAIR OF TWO LAST BREATHS

Last Thursday, Oct. 3, at 6:25 p.m., Junius Wilson, 49,  was standing on the sidewalk at 108th Street and Browdway  when at least two suspects, driving in a light color compact vehicle, stopped nearby. One suspect  exited the car, approached Wilson and starting shooting with a handgun. The suspect then fled to the waiting vehicle.

Wilson collapsed on the sidewalk, but managed to get up and stumbled into the courtyard parking lot of the 108 Motel. He ran past the stunned motel manager, Bhupen Patel,  who was at the motel office window.

"This man came running. saying like 'Oh, oh'. and fell face down right there," said Patel, pointing to the front doors of rooms 101 and 102.  "He was shot in the chest,  He was breathing a little. then he took two final breaths."  

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Sixteen hours later, one block away, a resident on Olive Street north of 107th Street saw another man take his final two breaths.  

36-year-old Deandre Jackson was walking north Friday morning on Olive Street next to the Harbor Freeway when least two black male suspects In a dark color midsize vehicle stopped nearby. One suspect exited the car and began shooting at Jackson who was struck by the gunfire. The suspect re-entered the vehicle which sped away. 

"My husband and I heard the shots, woke up and opened the front door and there he was laying right there.," said Tawana Perry from the small front porch of her unit as she pointed to the sidewalk four feet away.   "His head was back, his eyes were open. My husband was saying 'Come on. come on. Stay with us'. But, then he took two last breaths."

On the exterior wall of Perry's  unit and on a metal fence at the sidewalk, there were four large bullet holes. Some of the large caliber bullets came through the wall into the bedroom of Perry's daughter who was inside sleeping.  "I'm still scared," said the 20-year-old daughter, shielding herself behind her mom.

SHATTERED GLASS

This morning, Oct. 8th,  Nery Chigua, 27, took his mother to a bus stop on Vermont Avenue and 82nd Street. As he was driving east, returning to his home on 82nd near Hoover Street, he was shot to death.  

Two residents reported hearing six gunshots, No one was home at the small house where Chiqua was said to be living. By 11 a.m., about five hours after the shooting, there was no indication to suggest that anything usually bad had happened at all on this  Southside corner other than a mess of shattered glass on the street.

  

Eva Mae Smith, 93, was shocked to hear about the killing of her neighbor, "wonderful Mr. Johnson".

Eva Mae Smith, 93, was shocked to hear about the killing of her neighbor, "wonderful Mr. Johnson".

Memorial for Anthony "Lil Man" Anderson on 90th and San Pedro 

Memorial for Anthony "Lil Man" Anderson on 90th and San Pedro 

Bullet Hole in one-inch wide metal fence poll on Olive Street and 107th Street where DeAndre Jackson died..

Bullet Hole in one-inch wide metal fence poll on Olive Street and 107th Street where DeAndre Jackson died..

Hastings Final Accident Report - Not the LAPD's, KW's

 

The Los Angeles Police Department's final accident report regarding Michael Hastings is still not finished and the lead investigator on the case said Friday it could be another two months before it is completed. 

Det. Connie White of LAPD's West Bureau Traffic is reliable in her response whenever Krikorian Writes calls. "I'm on another death investigation. I am swamped. I haven't finished with Hastings' final report.."

But, then she added "No one is going to have access to that anyway."

I really wish she hadn't said that.* 

Just when i was going to finally write my own thoughts, after several reports of quoting other people's opinion, after only writing the facts of the case from authorities and sources as I had learned them,  Det. White had to go and say that and bring back the "What are they hiding?" suspicions.   

As you recall - or maybe not since it's been so long - Michael Hastings died on June 18 this year in a dramatic car crash on Highland Avenue just south of Melrose Avenue in Hancock Park. The journalist's death understandably inspired conspiracies theories that a United States "black ops" had masterminded the "accident".   Hastings was best known for a Rolling Stone Magazine profile of then-general Stanley McChrystal who, along with his staff, badmouthed President Barack Obama and Vice President Joe Biden.  McChrystal was forced to resign as a result of the article.  To top that, Hastings was said to have been working on a report about the head of the CIA whose name escapes me right now. (Typing of the CIA, I'm kinda looking forward to seeing Saul get slowly killed by Carrie.)

Anyway, what seems like half a year ago, I came across the scene of the crash that June morning as I walked to Mozza to get my car that I had left the night before in the restaurant complex's rear parking lot. (No, I wasn't too drunk to drive.) An automobile, as mangled as I have seen,  was being dragged away from a palm tree and onto a flatbed tow truck. A LAPD officer, last name of Lee, told me the guy was dead and had crashed about four o'clock that morning  

My first thought? "Another L.A. drunk dies."

I told Officer Lee the restaurant's security camera may have captured the crash. It had. They got the tape. (Someone, WeAreTheSavageNation, put it on YouTube  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjaPHWNzTHQ  It has over 350,000 views.)

I never wrote about what I thought happened.  Then White comes up with that "no one's going to see the report" line.  As a reporter, the first thing that streaks through the  mind when someone, anyone, says something like that, is "You're wrong. I'm going to see that report."  

But, first, here's my final report,  I was gonna hold off.  but I'm not going to wait for an final accident investigation report. I've got Watts to cover. I've got my own death investigations and funerals to attend.     

So, not that hardly anyone cares, here's what I think. Michael Hastings wasn't the victim of a high power evil operations to silence him and any upcoming investigation he was undertaking. He just crashed. He sped without regard through a red light at the intersection of Melrose and Highland where there is a slight rise and his car went up on its suspension - maybe even lifted off the pavement a bit. He may have realized right then - delusional or not -  that he was going way too fast,  that he had made a big mistake. Mere speculation here, but I doubt in that instant he thought it was a fatal mistake. But, he knew he fucked up.  If he had any, the hairs on the back of his neck rose. A buzz coursed across his forehead to his shoulders.  Then, as seen on the Mozza video, he swerved, tapped his brakes, hit the curb, the front driver's side wheel came off,  a spark ensued, the rear of his car rose slightly, he hit a water pipe thingamajig, and then he hit a tree and bam! a big explosion and Michael Hastings was dead. 

A six weeks or so ago, two of his friends, who asked me not to use their names used, told me, without a doubt, Michael Hastings was murdered by the CIA or some dark forces.

But, as time went on,  they weren't so sure  Maybe it was just an accident, they both said separately in mid September.  One of them even consulted a psychic who contacted Michael Hastings Even Hastings, the psychic said, wasn't sure it wasn't just an accident.  How's that for proof?

But, the thing that set me off to be done with this story was this.   I was driving with a young friend at Highland and Melrose late one recent night. It wasn't four in the morning, but as I drove east along Melrose passing Highland I thought 'What if I had happened across this corner  in the early morning hours of June 18th at 4:21 or what ever it was.' What if someone else had. Some family getting an early start to a trip to Yosemite or Big Bear or anywhere. And our supposedly fearless investigative reporter comes barreling through and kills not just himself, but everyone else.    

There might now be a few more people out there that think I'm part of the coverup now. I've read several comments on the investigative website WhoWhatWhy.com and a couple others that stated such.

But, really, who would include me in any coverup?

 * "I wish she (he) hadn't said that."  Barney Miller. "Season One episode 11, part 3 or 3" Check it out starting at 2:45 or so. "Oh, no, No more Attica." 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IovOcJWifWE


 

 

 

Wild Celebration in Panzano At Butcher Dario Cecchini’s Wife Kim's Birthday Party Leaves Several Injured

Sept, 29, 2013 A.D.

At least 14 people were wounded by falling bullets Saturday in Tuscany after rambunctious revelers fired their AK-47s skyward in a wild celebration for the birthday of Kimberly Wicks,  aka "The Grace Kelly of Panzano" , aka "Killa Kim".  None of injuries were life threatening, though many reported a strange, even-more-intense-than-usual craving for "Burro di Chianti" aka lardo.

Officials estimated  up to six million people converged on the Chianti countryside to get a chance to met Kim and Dario Cechini, a butcher much better known as "Kim's Husband."  In downtown Panzano itself, where the couple are often found working, drinking and generally having a wonderful life, the mood was that of a liberated village.

Cleaning crews from around Europe and the Middle East were still being deployed in Tuscany late Sunday following a massive and wild celebration

Wicks, whose official title is Head Dishwasher at Antica Macelleria Cecchini, is widely considered to be the First Lady of Panzano. She first came to Italy in the 1990s, hoping to escape a life of crime in California where she hung out with the like of Big Evil, and Big Mike, both of the infamous MAKMAK47 Revolutionary Brigade. It was in California where she earned the nickname Killa Kim", as well as her other Nom de Guerre "The Blonde Widow" after her first nine husbands died mysteriously.  

Her tenth  husband, Dario "the Butcher", seems to be having the time of his life. As a gift to his beloved wife, Dario presented Kim with a 2,337 year-old-tin of Ancho;vies, originally given to Alexander the Great for conquering Panzano in 324 b.c..

 Alexander had stashed the tin with orders not to open until "Another extraordinary event occurs in, in, where are we again? India? Persia? Tyre? Oh, yeah, Panzano" 

Legendary tin once presented to Alexander

Legendary tin once presented to Alexander

Bread and pastry man delivers

Bread and pastry man delivers

Throngs crowd Panzano Streets to get near Kim Wicks

Throngs crowd Panzano Streets to get near Kim Wicks

Watts Tense After 2 Killings, 3 Arrested from Grape St.

Sept. 24, 2013

 A tension not felt  in years swept though Watts today in anticipation of a very troubling  night as police vowed to come down hard on the Grape Street Crips in Jordan Downs while community leaders from Nickerson Gardens sought to reign in revengeful  Bounty Hunters following the Monday night shooting death of rapper Kevin "Flipside" White, aka "DK".  

Adding to the cauldron, was the killing of Markice Brider, 29, aka "Chiccen" who was shot in Imperial Courts at about 7:40 p.m., just 10 minutes after White was attacked. Community leaders there also faced the daunting task for holding back the projects' PJ Crips. 

Three members of the Grape Street Crips were arrested within an hour of the killings and police are seeking more suspects.  The case will go to the District Attorney' office Wednesday.  LAPD Captain Phil Tingirides said officers would be "flooding the area" in and around the Grape Street stronghold  of Jordan Downs. 

"Last night was the most disgusting example of what street gangs do," said Tingirides at an emergency meeting of the Watts Gang Task Force. "I am going to put the pressure on. If you are not going to join the peace, you are gong to deal with me."  

Tingirides said that four years ago this type of violence in Watts "was expected, but now it just saddens." adding he that, as forceful as he was speaking at the meeting, he was more hurt than mad.  

Reached in the federal prison in Virginia where his is serving out a long sentence, Brian "Loaf" McLucas, legendary  shot caller of the Lot Boys set of the Bounty Hunters who DK White once ran with said "Just say he was a life long friend."

Monday afternoon, around 2 p.m., there was a shooting inside Jordan Downs that maybe have been an so-called "in-house" shooting, Tingirides said. Within six hours, two men from Grape Street's long-time rival projects were dead.

Det. Sal LaBarbera, of the Criminal Gang Homicide Division, said it was not unheard of for gang members involved in an internal dispute to go out and shoot up other neighborhoods in an effort to deflect suspicion.   "They shot a lady in the thigh, also on 114th Street (Where "DK" was killed).  At the Courts there were a bunch of kids outside by the rec center and the shooters could have killed them, too. They're cowards."

At the Watts Gang Task Force Meeting, Big Donny Joubert said he was  up most of the night talking to guys from Nickerson Gardens trying to keep the Bounty Hunters from retaliating. "It's been so hard. But, I'll be out there tonight, too,"

For more info, see an earlier story here. http://krikorianwrites.com/blog/2013/9/24/rapper-flipside-from-watts-killed


 

 

Rapper "Flipside" from Nickerson Gardens Killed

BREAKING NEWS

Sept. 24, 2013

Flipside, much loved rapper and resident from  Nickerson Gardens, was shot and killed Monday night on East 114th Street, sparking fears that an all-out gang street war could erupt among the housing project gangs in Watts. 

Minutes after Flipside, aka "DK" and "Dirty Kev" and whose real name is Kevin White, was killed, a another person was shot and killed in Imperial Courts near 114th Street and Gorman Avenue. That person has been identified as Markice Brider, 29, aka "Chiccen".   

An emergency meeting of the Watts Gang Task Force was called for at noon today where emotions will be highly charged. 

Flipside was a beloved personality not only in Nickerson Gardens, but throughout Watts. 

"I can't believe Flip is gone, he was a general," said a stunned Aqeela Sherrills, Watts community activist from the Jordan Downs.  "This is terrible. If they kill Flip, then anyone could be a target."

White was not targeted, police said, but another tragic victim killed because of where he lived. 

"I've known Flip since he was a little kid," said Ronald "Kartoon" Antwine, a legendary Bounty Hunter who is now a location scout in Hollywood. "Miss Dorothy, his mom, she must be devastated.  

LAPD detectives are out in full force investigating the case.

Here is a YouTube video of Flipside's OFTB (Operation From the Bottom)  and "They Aint Ready Yet"  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ed1Toz9i-9Q

This is his video "They Won The Ghetto" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ia9gRIekPZ4

More Information will made posted here throughout the day .

 

SOUP OF THE SUMMER NOMINATIONS ANNOUNCED

Tre Zuppe of Summer MMXIII 

Sept, 22, 2013

Me, I'm a guy who savors a really good soup, yet I will quickly push aside a faulty soup and wonder "Why the hell did I order soup?" On these bad or even so-so soup occasions you can safely wager my frequent dining companion Nancy Silverton will say "That's what you get for ordering soup." . 

On this, the first day of Autumn,  I look back on our Summer Italy MMXIII, and recall three soups so good they were nominated for the Soup of the Summer award. (The winner will be announced at the Waldorf Astoria in East St. Louis, Illinois later this year.)

The first outstanding soup  was at one of my favorite less-than-two-hours from Panicale restaurants, Locanda Del Glicine, (http://www.cantinapievevecchia.com/locanda/ristorante/)  in the midieval town of Campagnatico.  That's in kinda south Tuscany, about 20 miles from the Tyrrhenian Sea, a clique of the Mediterranean.   

Last year I had the Soup of the Year winner here, a gazpacho. But, at this lunch the manager said the garden tomatoes were not quite ready.  Though disappointed, I could appreciate that. 

So instead i had the soup they did offer that mid-July lunch, a cream of zucchini with a icy sorbet of ricotta plunked in the middle. Try telling the homies you had a soup with cheese sherbert on it. Anyway, it was excellent.  Not the level of last year's storied gazpacho. but good enough to get in a 2013 SOS competition. 

The second nominated soup was  in Florence at Cibreo Trattoria. Here, at the little sister to one of Florence's premiere dining establishments. Cibreo Ristorante, I had a porcini soup that was thick and very accurately named. This soup, every bite, or I guess, what, you don't bite a soup, every spoonful. slurp, swallow. this soup was yelling "I'm a porcini! I am porcini!. Don't for a minute even think I'm a goddamn button mushroom." Soup was rich.   

The third finalists was in Citta Del Pieve, a hilltop town around 30 minutes from Panicale. Here our friend Alan Mori, aka "A", aka "Jack Reacher", told us about Bistrot del Duca..  (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Bistrot-del-duca/176113152403336#!/pages/Bistrot-del-duca/176113152403336)

When Christian, the chef/owner recited the menu and said "cold cucumber soup", I was there.  This soup  was the cool essence of one of my favorite vegetables, a vegetable so breezy that calling it a vegetable don't even seem right. I can see the cucumber from this Bistrot Del Duca garden complaining about even being planted in the vegetable section.  Like "Put me over by the fruits or, better yet. stick me in there with my ice cream boys."    

A cucumber soup is supposed to be refreshing so there's pressure on a chef to make it extra refreshing. Chef Christian's soup came through. 

Here's the soups ( zuppe) from Glicine and Duca. (Nancy's phone has the porcini soup and she's somewhere over Tennessee now.)

Zucchini soup at Locanda del Glicine in the Maremma

Zucchini soup at Locanda del Glicine in the Maremma

Cucumber soup from Bistrot Del Duca in Citta Del Pieve.

Cucumber soup from Bistrot Del Duca in Citta Del Pieve.

INTERVIEW WITH A COP KILLER

This article appeared in the Cot 21, 2010 issue of the L.A. Weekly. 

ABEL AND STONEY

Carlos "Stoney" Velasquez receives a visitor on the fourth floor of the Twin Tower Jail, an area so secure it's used by just one inmate at a time. Velasquez, 26, has been incarcerated almost constantly since he was 13, graduating from juvenile hall to the California Youth Authority, Los Angeles County jail and state prison.

Now, possibly facing California's rarely exercised death penalty if convicted for the 2008 shooting death of Los Angeles County Sheriff's Deputy Abel Escalante, he doesn't seem overly concerned.

"It's no biggie," he says, his grin more disconcerting than the graphic gang tattoos covering his arms and neck. "I don't really worry. Maybe sometimes, but not really. Of course I want to get out. But what can I do?"

It is a biggie to a lot of people. Escalante's family and friends. The extended family of deputies who worked with 27-year-old Escalante at the county jail.  Law enforcement in general, especially the Los Angeles County District Attorney's Office.

"Velasquez was the shooter," says Deputy District Attorney Phillip Stirling of the Crimes Against Peace Officers division. "Our goal is to seek justice and the truth — and we have the right people."

Stirling says eyewitnesses, cell-phone calls made from jail and "side-to-side conversation he made at the old Parker Center with [co-defendant Guillermo] Hernandez" will sink Velasquez.

Authorities contend that Velasquez, an Avenues gang member, killed Escalante outside the victim's childhood home in Cypress Park in the early hours of Aug. 2, 2008, just nine days after the gangbanger was released from state prison.

Escalante, a former Army reservist, was getting in his car to drive to work when he was shot several times. Velasquez's cell phone was very active right after the 5:38 a.m. shooting. Federal authorities and the LAPD obtained taped phone conversations — including some made to state prisoners with illegally smuggled cell phones — and used those conversations to put together evidence that led to Velasquez's arrest on Drew Street on Dec. 12, 2008.

The District Attorney's Office has not been able to prove theories that Escalante was killed because he was a deputy.

The theory among some police holds that he was shot as payback for the bloody February 2008 street shootout between the Los Angeles Police Department, Danny "Klever" Leon and Velasquez's brother, Jose Gomez, which left Leon dead and Gomez wounded.

The deputy was not involved in that shootout, which led to the shutdown of the infamous Leon crime family of Drew Street. But some in law enforcement saw the slaying of a Sheriff's Department deputy as revenge for the successful actions of the Los Angeles cops who felled Leon.

But, Stirling says, "I think Velasquez just went into Cypress Park because he's a gang member who wanted to kill someone. It might have something to do with his brother and Klever getting shot. [Or] it might have been because many of his homies got murdered by [rival gang] Cypress Park" and he mistook the deputy for a rival gang member.

The key evidence is a series of taped phone conversations in which Velasquez allegedly admits to co-defendant Guillermo "Flea" Hernandez and others that he was the deputy's killer — but says he didn't know he was killing an officer.

During pretrial testimony in Los Angeles Superior Court in September, when Judge William R. Pounders ordered Velasquez and Hernandez to stand trial for murder next year, a witness said, "Stoney said he fucked up." And one LAPD detective said, "He shot someone who he thought was a rival gang member — but it was actually a cop."

Stirling and the Los Angeles Police Protective League are upset with the L.A. Times for printing the names of pretrial-testimony witnesses, including a 15-year-old. Yet Stirling admits the vicious Avenues gang would have figured out these witnesses' names, and probably "green-lighted" them for attacks. Still, he grumbles: "The Times just made it easier for them."

Asked by the Weekly if he shot Escalante, Velasquez says, "No. Of course I'm going to say I didn't."

His upper left arm is covered by a tattoo of a fur-coat-wearing, bullet-riddled skeleton wearing a brimmed hat — the Avenues symbol. Velasquez joined the gang when he was 13, became a member of the notorious Drew Street clique, and now says, "Where I grew up you got to join the gang. It's like the street is calling your name. And, yeah, I answered." 

Authorities describe him as being "as hard-core as they get in the Avenues."

Velasquez seemed surprised that a stranger had come to find out about a man accused of shooting another stranger dead. "I don't have much visitors. I haven't had a visitor for months."

He says he wanted to be an astronaut as a kid, and that he enjoyed Jim Carey movies. He never really knew his dad.  Both his mother and his wife are in custody. He reads in jail, and the first book he mentions is The Princes of Tides, by Pat Conroy.. 

When asked "Did you know Abel?" Velasquez smiled, like it was a name he should know.  "Who?" he asked. Abel. He smiled again, shook his head. Abel Escalante, he's told.

"Oh, yeah. Man, I don't even know his first name."

After learning of the interview, his attorney, Michael Adelson, admonished him for speaking to a reporter and sought a protective order to prevent reporters from interviewing his client. Judge Pounders said he did not have the authority to tell the media they cannot request interviews, but suggested to Velasquez that it might not be in his best interests to grant them.

Although the District Attorney's Office has not announced it is seeking the death penalty, Velasquez could receive it if found guilty because of the special circumstances of the case. A section of California Penal Code 190 allows for the death sentence if "the defendant  intentionally killed the victim while the defendant was an active participant in a criminal street gang ... and the murder was carried out to further the activities of the criminal street gang."

The irony is that while some prisoners and hard-core gang members might look up to the Avenues for causing a young deputy sheriff's death, the after-effects of murdering Escalante dealt a debilitating blow to the Avenues gang on the streets — particularly to its most infamous criminal cell, Drew Street.

The Weekly's October 2009 cover story, "The Assassination of Deputy Abel Escalante," described how a huge June 2008 police raid before the deputy's slaying badly damaged the Avenues gang and Mexican Mafia in the Cypress Park and Drew Street area. In reaction, Mexican Mafia prison thugs who control Latino-gang drug trafficking tried to rebuild their operations.

According to the U. S. Attorney's Office, using illegal cell phones and passing messages during prison visitations, the Mexican Mafia put out word from prison that they were taking back Cypress Park. Police say they chose Carlos Velasquez, who was being released from prison in a few days, to step into the shoes of the wiped-out Leon family of Drew Street.

But now, Velasquez sits in jail. More than 170 members of the Avenues, which authorities say has around 500 members, have been arrested since 2008. Many of the 170 have since been released from jail, but their power is diluted.

Homicides in LAPD's Northeast Division, which covers the Avenues territory, have plummeted 74 percent in two years. So far in 2010, the area has seen six homicides — compared with 23 for the same period in 2008. Aggravated assaults have dropped 45 percent from 509 to 278. 

Much of that, police believe, is because the Avenues gang has been driven from residential streets longing for quiet and decency.

Velasquez says he is not particularly worried about returning to prison — perhaps because he'll have a special status on the yard.  

A former Drew Street shot-caller now in federal custody explained to the Weekly what it might be like: "Once you are in state prison, they talk about why you are here," says convict Francisco Real. "I'm here for killing an enemy. And it's like I'm in here for killing a cop. So it's like people [are] like, 'Damn, he's with it. You know. He'll kill a cop.'

"In the yard — 1,000 people — you might be the only one killed a cop. It distinguishes you."

Deputy D.A> Stirling agrees with that cold reality. "The fact that he killed a police officer absolutely distinguishes Carlos Velasquez from other killers."

But on Drew Street, the shadow long cast by this menacing gang has all but vanished. The graffiti is gone, too.

"It's quiet now," says Jose Luna, an apartment manager in the area. "The neighbors are working with the police now. The LAPD is doing good."

Two blocks from where Escalante fell, at the Principe de Paz Church that Escalante's parents often attend, the pastor says the difference between now and two years ago is almost unbelievable.

"We had memorial services for 13 people, including Abel," says Pastor Andrew Catalan. His was the 13th service. "Since Abel, we have not had any. I think his death helped stop the killings."

Escalante's parents live less than 50 feet from where he died. It is still too painful for them to speak about their son. "I can't talk about him," says his father. His wife is behind him, just off to his side. She is slowly shaking her head. 

They both put their right hands over their hearts, tap three times, thank a stranger for not pushing it and walk inside their home.

http://www.laweekly.com/2010-10-21/news/deputy-abel-escalante-s-sorrowful-revenge/full/

Slain Los Angeles County  Deputy Sheriff Abel Escalante

Slain Los Angeles County Deputy Sheriff Abel Escalante

AMAZING NO MORE

Amazing Ain't What it Used To Be

Give the word a rest so it can regain its true magnificence.

October 11, 2010

By Michael Krikorian

It's sad when you see magnificence decline into mediocrity or worse.

Muhammad Ali, unable to speak. Mickey Mantle limping back to the dugout, head down, after striking out. Brando looking like a beached Pacific walrus, mumbling away. Liz Taylor avoiding the spotlight. Renoir with hands so arthritic he could barely hold a brush. The word "amazing."

For too long now, I have been painfully aware of the failing meaning, diluted power and loss of essence of "amazing."

I have known for a few years that "amazing" was stumbling and that it was only a matter of time before irrelevancy set in, but still it hurts. Probably what irks me the most is how people don't even realize the word needs to be put on the injured reserved list or out to pasture.

Folks, I'm here to tell you officially, it's time. "Amazing" — the most misused, bastardized, overworked superlative in the American language — is no longer valid. Oh, people might still use it ad nauseam, but the significance is gone. And when a word losses its original intent, it's time for retirement.

The final, inevitable blow came last week when a friend described a doughnut to me as amazing. I am big-time into food, but doughnuts are not amazing. They can be tasty; they can be delicious. Nothing wrong with that. But a doughnut cannot stop you in your tracks in wonderment, in, in, in amazement.

"Amazing" and I go back about 47 years. We first became close in 1963 when, as a hard-core 9-year-old Marvel Comics buyer, I became fascinated with Spider-Man. If you don't know, he was known, on the cover, as "The Amazing Spider-Man."

I mean, this teenager, Peter Parker, after a spider bit him, could shoot webbing out of his wrist and cling to tall buildings and even go swinging like Tarzan from skyscraper to skyscraper! Cat could do all kinds of stuff: fight evil supervillains; rescue damsels in distress; throw a rock 'em sock 'em punch. He was, well, amazing.

But, about three years ago, I began noticing that "amazing" had become the go-to superlative. More and more, I started hearing it in inappropriate situations. It was sad because my old friend was starting to annoy me. "Amazing" turned cheap, a shell of its former self.

It started to mean good — not that there is anything wrong with good. I like good. But suddenly every thing was amazing. How was that movie? It was amazing. How was the concert? Amazing. How's the dust on top of your refrigerator? You guessed it.

Last week at a restaurant in south Hollywood that I frequent, a couple — thinking it was my first time there — used the word seven times in roughly 90 seconds to praise the food and service. If they kept up that torrid pace, allowing for eight hours of sleep, they would have said the word 1,634,200 times in 12 months. What lives of wonderment they must lead.

Two nights ago, at a Hollywood and Vine restaurant, the waiter described the Brussels sprouts as "amazing."

If everything is amazing then nothing is amazing.

"Amazing" is not the first superlative to lose its power. "Great" went long ago. But then, Alexander set the standard so high, it's demise wasn't shocking. For those of you who don't know, the word fizzled out in 1997 after announcer Al Michaels declared a four-yard run by Barry Sanders as great. I enjoyed watching Barry as much as anybody, but to me, you just about have to conquer Persia or at least the ancient port city of Tyre to be called great.

"Awesome" overdosed several years back. Everything was awesome. Remember that? The word went on life support and people backed off. It might never be the "awesome" we once knew, but it's making an ever-so-slight comeback

There's a tiny chance "amazing" can regain its former vitality. Unfortunately, it's highly unlikely, given the American love of superlatives and hyperbole. We'd all have to leave the poor thing alone. Realize what it really is. Maybe start abusing other words. "Tremendous" is still a tremendous word and not overworked. "Magnificent" is still magnificent.

"Amazing" should be deployed only for the truly special, um, spectacular. Like describing Yosemite in spring from Tunnel View. Like when Koufax pitched that perfect game against the Cubs. Like the aurora borealis. Like childbirth, (formally super-amazing). Like the 113-degree temperature last week downtown. Not like a crumb doughnut at Bob's, as much as I like crumb doughnuts on a Farmers Market morning.

I hope "amazing" gets the solitude it needs to recover. Do your part. The next time you hear it, stop the madness immediately. Explain that a once amazing word has hit the showers.

Michael Krikorian covered street gangs and the LAPD for The Times. He recently completed his first crime novel, "Southside," and a children's book, "The Sunflower Who Loved the Moon.

 

Publisher's Weekly Review of "SOUTHSIDE"

Following is the Publishers Weekly review of Southside.

"The debut novel from Krikorian, a Los Angeles Times crime reporter, is a grim thriller that brings a sense of bleak reality to the streets of Los Angeles.

Michael Lyons is a flamboyant 12-year L.A. Times veteran specializing in gangs and well known for his ability to humanize the most thuggish criminal. When Lyons is shot and wounded in front of his favorite bar in broad daylight, his colleagues eagerly speculate about who is responsible. An outraged husband? A disgruntled gang member? Or Lyons himself, as an elaborate publicity stunt?

After recovering, Lyons begins his own investigation, one that takes him through the gritty and melancholy streets of L.A. and through interviews with the grieving parents of murdered or incarcerated young men. Meanwhile, Lyons’s assailant targets more victims, setting the whole city on edge.

Krikorian’s language is stark, graphic, and bitterly humorous, not unlike that of George Pelecanos. Though this book could use some fine-tuning, it moves with speed and purpose."