My reaction to the first eight pages of this opinion can be accurately summarized by what I found myself spontaneously saying out loud as I reached the end of those few pages, which was: "Jesus Christ. This stuff should not be happening in our world."
You can read the whole thing for yourself if you'd like, but here's the most depressing/disturbing part -- the part that made me speak to myself out loud. I present it without commentary, though will mention that it follows a description of several other murders and/or attempted murders:
"Earlier that night, 14-year-old Reggie Crawford, 13-yearold Edgar Evans, and 13-year-old Stephen Coats attended a Halloween birthday party in Pasadena. Around 10:00 p.m., they left with Coats’s brother, Kenneth, and seven other boys.7 As they walked to the Coats home, a car carrying four or five Hispanic men sped by and turned from North Wilson Street (hereafter Wilson Street) onto Villa. Immediately afterward, four or five cars “packed full” of Black men drove down Villa toward Wilson Street. These men displayed P-9 gang signs and swerved near the curb as they passed by. One witness said three of these cars were dark-colored compacts, and another recalled that one was tan or grey. Holmes owned a grey Ford Tempo.
About three minutes later, three boys left the group of departing party goers. Crawford, Evans, and the Coats brothers continued walking down Wilson Street with Lawrence A., Lloyd S., A.A., and A.P. As they walked, Stephen and Kenneth’s mother, Deborah Bush, drove by and offered her sons a ride home, but they declined. Stephen joked that Bush drove so slowly he could get home sooner on foot. As they continued on, Stephen, Crawford, and A.A. sang a song called “Gangster Lean.” When the song ended, Kenneth heard a deep male voice say, “Now, Blood.”
Shots erupted. Several witnesses described what happened. Lloyd heard a single boom followed by approximately 20 gunshots and saw blue sparks pass by his feet. Initially he thought the noise and sparks came from “a pack of firecrackers.” He and A.A hid behind a brick barbeque. A.A. had been shot in the hand. Lawrence also hid when he heard the gunshots. When the firing stopped, he emerged and called out to his friends. No one responded, but a figure stood nearby. Gunfire resumed. Lawrence retreated to his hiding spot but was shot in the leg as he ran.
Kenneth also initially thought the gunshots were firecrackers. He and his friends kept walking until they noticed Evans holding his stomach. Evans cried, “Mama,” and began crawling away. Stephen then pushed Kenneth away and said, “I’m hit.” As he tried to hide, Kenneth saw the outline of two figures. One was taller and heavier and wore his hair in braids. The figures ran toward Orange Grove.
The three boys who had split from the group earlier ran back to their friends when the firing stopped. Crawford and Stephen lay unmoving. Kenneth screamed, “They shot my brother!” and “Let me to him.” Evans lay on some stairs, still calling for his mother. A.P. sat in a driveway, shot in the leg.
Lloyd knocked on a nearby door and asked to use the phone. He called his mother while the homeowner called police. Bush had heard the shots as she pulled into her driveway and ran back down the street toward her sons. When she arrived at the scene, she found two boys on the ground. Crawford had no pulse. Bush saw that her son Stephen “had a bullet in his head and . . . was already gone.” She never saw Evans. Kenneth ran up to her, crying “I want my brother. Please don’t let this be my brother.” Bush’s daughter arrived and covered Stephen’s body with a jacket. Paramedics and police arrived shortly thereafter.
Stephen sustained multiple gunshot wounds. Crawford was struck by three to five rounds and died from a shot to his chest. Evans died from a similar wound."