Tough Love
In East L.A.'s most violent neigborhood mothers unite to save their children
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At 8:15 on a summer evening, 64 mothers, most of them Latinas, walk
in a procession into the parking lot of a tiny stucco church in the
poorest part of East Los Angeles. The women shield their white
candles from the evening wind and sing hymns in Spanish as they
walk: 'I have faith that the men will sing. I have faith that this
song will be a song of universal love.' In the rectory, five more
mothers are completing a meeting with members of the street gang
known as The Mob Crew--TMC for short. A few days earlier, the
mothers met with Cuatro Flats, a rival gang that claims territory
two blocks east. The gangs' enmity is particularly tragic because
the members grew up together; they even share a set of brothers.
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A week before, this war claimed the lives of two young boys: a
12-year-old Cuatro kid named Johnny and a 13-year-old named Joseph,
who was mistaken for his 16-year-old TMC brother. The deaths
spurred the mothers to organize these marches and meetings with the
hope of hammering out a lasting truce, complete with a kind of
multigang United Nations peacekeeping commission to mediate future
disputes.
The peace gathering in the rectory is just breaking up as the
mothers form a huge circle in the parking lot. The women motion for
the gang members to join the circle. At first, the homeboys look
unsure in the face of this formidable bloc of feminine energy.
'C'mon now!' One of the mothers, a smallish woman named Pamela
McDuffie, bustles out of the rectory, her long magenta fingernails
fluttering behind the reluctant young men she herds toward the
circle.
'In their hearts they want this peace,' Pam whispers to me,
nodding toward the gang members, who have by now each taken a
mother's hand. 'You can see it in their faces.'
Pam and the other mothers live in the twin housing projects of
Pico Gardens and Aliso Village, which combine to form the largest
public housing complex west of the Mississippi. Pico/Aliso is the
poorest parish in the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Los Angeles.
According to statistics compiled by the Los Angeles Police
Department, Pico/Aliso is also one of the city's most violent
neighborhoods. Last year, the highest concentration of gang
activity in Los Angeles occurred in the Hollenbeck division--and
the highest concentration of gang activity in Hollenbeck was in the
mile-square-plus Pico/Aliso housing projects. If life in Los
Angeles is harsh and scary, it's scariest in Pico/Aliso.
I began visiting Pico/Aliso in the fall of 1990 to research a
book on Latino gang members and the celebrated priest who works
with them, Father Greg Boyle. In the beginning, I spent most of my
time observing the homeboys who grabbed the headlines. It took a
while for me to notice the community's women--and Pam.
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