I watched a documentary on it last year cuz I was too young to really know what was going on when it happened: shambles. All the calls that came in for a "suspicious white van"
breh...
brehs were goin HAM every time a white van rolled by. i was living in silver spring, md at the time, near where a lot of the shootings happened, and downtown was in the midst of going from a fukkin dusty ass alley to a city center like it is today. you know how many white construction vans were around there?
some latino immigrants without papers got rolled up on in a phone booth because the cops thought the two shooter (shooters, as we found out later, obviously) had recently made a call there.
cops got there, they were like
asked to show ID, didn't have none
cops called INS to
one of the shootings happened down the street from my HS
one of my closest friend's uncles was killed
my wife's mentor at the boys and girls club was killed too
RIP to both them dudes, some good people that had nothing to do with any of this, like all the victims
that little boy got shot (and lived) at the middle school in my mother in law's neighborhood
shyt was fukked up. what really got to me was that fukkboy chief moose. any kid with a wu tang CD coulda told you what "call me god" meant, but he was out here like "
we're not sure what you're trying to say to us, sir"
meanwhile brehs was out here zig zaggin in school parking lots, filling up gas tanks behind tarps or just driving on E
god bless that trucker who noticed them and just calmly called 5-0 on em. and the homicide detectives that were able to link the shootings to others in alabama and seattle
that was some jimmy mcnulty shyt
you got a link to that doc?
Kept all the lights on and shyt.
shyt.
