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On a bright July morning in 1990, my little brother and I were sitting in our living room, watching a news report about the deadly beating of a 16-year-old boy in Los Angeles. My brother is an actor and he had been living in San Diego for many months when he became concerned about his safety. “A few of those girls have been coming home and coming back with guns, guns and boys,” he said. It was a conversation tjarvees.comhat, like much of the news that year, was just beginning, but one he remembered vividly and decided to share with me as we started the car to the airport.
For our trip, we had brought our daughter’s toy, a picture of her favorite baseball player, Mariano Rivera. The picture was of the pitcher as he threw the first pit바카라ch of a major league game that day, and it was framed on the front wall. The camera caught the player, and he was kneeling over as a fan, waving his arms about, and watching the game. The moment seemed like an eternity away, but my brother had to face the camera for a couple of shots because he knew that one night one of his teenage friends would be back and try to harm him or his baby girl.
As the cameras rolled, my brother and I started talking. The night before, his friend, a 17-year-old named James, had assaulted a girl at a local high school and left her for dead. “He couldn’t even stand it for very long and then he tried to murder her,” he told me. My brother seemed in disbelief.
James had been arrested for sexual assault after one of these girls told police he had tried to rape her in her bed. At the time, both were 16, so they were not legally eligible for the death penalty, but I asked if they wanted to take James to trial. “You know what, it’s probably better for him to die,” my brother said.
There were two other teenage girls that night at the high school—the other girl was later arrested for the sexual assault. As our car pulled up to the airport, my brother and I saw something we were familiar with—a woman with her clothes all over, her back against the window. From her point of view, the two boys who had been sitting in a small parking lot in the high school parking lot, were a threat. They were tall and athletic and were probably between 5 an