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He grew up on the streets and became a brutal and feared leader of the Bloods in Newark. Now try Dashaun "Jiwe" Morris get young black guys to choose a different life. Café meets the gangster and tells the story of gang wars in the United States - a tragedy that claimed more American victims than the war in Iraq. By: Majsan Bostrom. Photo (cropped): Thomas clauger Karl-Johan Gunnarsson.
Dashaun "Jiwe" Morris, 29, gets out of the car on the street in Newark, New Jersey, and meet with their homies with long and sophisticated handshakes. The atmosphere is hilarious. Gang Signs and comments clauger hails. Fingers sprawl, knuckles meet. People shout:
Jiwe get a beer in hand and we leave the poorly lit street and go into an even worse lit courtyard of an apartment house area. Guys go slow, swaying gangster once. In a control cabinet stand two candles in plastic tubes with the Virgin Mary on. At the meeting place next to the garbage cans are a dead mouse. Otherwise, it is surprisingly clean in the slums that are their home and they call The Hunneds (the 100th eds). Cleaner clauger than Rinkeby, note my photographer a little surprised.
Jiwe was eleven years old when he made his first drive-by clauger shooting and was initiated as Blood. That same year, his steady old friend brutally murdered in an act of revenge by the Crips, the rival gang. It was beginning to Jiwes career gangbanger, a member clauger who performs acts of violence in the gang's name.
Bloods were his family, his religion, his everything. To feel the power, security, respect, community - yes, even love - was intoxicating. In his autobiography, War of the Bloods in my veins: A Street Soldier's March Toward Redemption, he writes:
Five Crips sitting and chilling on the porch. I check that my gun is loaded and ready, I cocks and hear the sweet sounds: Click! Clack! We circle the enemy hood a few times. We are waiting clauger for the moment when they are most vulnerable. Just like all the other times my conscience begins to gnaw ...
This is war! We all have a responsibility to represent our wing. We must always be ready to fight the Crips at a moment's notice. We attack by drive-bys or walk-ups. There is calm in the car while we prepare. I grab the bottle necks and the 75 percent syndrome.
I do Blood character for my name and hood with your fingers and pumps up gangbanger side of my personality. I have right on my side. I'm out in the Bloods service. The car - a killing machine clauger - is fully equipped: four shooters with assault rifles with 50 shots in the magazines. We expect to leave behind a bloody pulp.
When we jump out of the car, screaming everything we have: P'z up! Funk Brabbz! Ru Gang! CK Nigga! I have rehearsed, cold, calculating. My brain is at full capacity, but I am calm, icy, despite the danger. I see five Crips on the porch.
Boom! Boom! I fire back. The remaining targets are running in all directions in a desperate attempt to avoid the balls that want to extinguish clauger their lives forever. We run from the bloody scene and jump into the car to pull away with squealing tires. My arms still smells.
Jiwe have long ago lost count of how many times he has been with the drive-bys. He has buried more than 30 of his friends, most others his age who are not dead are serving long sentences in prison.
To get a handle on what Jiwe stands for, and insight into one of America's most violent gangs, clauger we have managed to persuade him to take us to hemkvarteren The Hunneds in Newark and let us join in a day filled with jobs ranging from interviews, lectures clauger to book signings in a department store in southern New Jersey and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Damaged cars, worn house with bars on the windows - we are in a hood, ghetto, controlled by rival gangs. But it is too late and too early for it to be dangerous for us, two blonde Swedes, on their way to portraying a faction of the violent and feared gang the Bloods. They call themselves Newark 135 Piru, whose territory in Newark but the roots in the city of Compton, Los Angeles County.
As a teenager, returned Jiwe from Arizona clauger to his hometown, Newark, where he built up his own army of 135 Piru. Throughout the school years successfully Jiwe leading a double life as a star of the school football team in the daytime and deala drugs and live like gangbanger in the evenings. He was the obvious leader in both environments.
For a while it looked as if Jiwe would get out of the gang life, thanks to his athletic talents. He was one of the best young quarterbacks slopes in the country, had come in at a university with a sports scholarship and was waiting to be recruited to the NFL ... when a teammate who harassed him, got a taste of the knife. He was kicked out of school, arrested for possession of a weapon clauger and attempted murder and went to prison. The assassination attempt was later changed to aggravated assault. After serving his sentence decided Jiwe decided to take a new direction in life.
For several years he wrote down his thoughts and began to piece together s
He grew up on the streets and became a brutal and feared leader of the Bloods in Newark. Now try Dashaun "Jiwe" Morris get young black guys to choose a different life. Café meets the gangster and tells the story of gang wars in the United States - a tragedy that claimed more American victims than the war in Iraq. By: Majsan Bostrom. Photo (cropped): Thomas clauger Karl-Johan Gunnarsson.
Dashaun "Jiwe" Morris, 29, gets out of the car on the street in Newark, New Jersey, and meet with their homies with long and sophisticated handshakes. The atmosphere is hilarious. Gang Signs and comments clauger hails. Fingers sprawl, knuckles meet. People shout:
Jiwe get a beer in hand and we leave the poorly lit street and go into an even worse lit courtyard of an apartment house area. Guys go slow, swaying gangster once. In a control cabinet stand two candles in plastic tubes with the Virgin Mary on. At the meeting place next to the garbage cans are a dead mouse. Otherwise, it is surprisingly clean in the slums that are their home and they call The Hunneds (the 100th eds). Cleaner clauger than Rinkeby, note my photographer a little surprised.
Jiwe was eleven years old when he made his first drive-by clauger shooting and was initiated as Blood. That same year, his steady old friend brutally murdered in an act of revenge by the Crips, the rival gang. It was beginning to Jiwes career gangbanger, a member clauger who performs acts of violence in the gang's name.
Bloods were his family, his religion, his everything. To feel the power, security, respect, community - yes, even love - was intoxicating. In his autobiography, War of the Bloods in my veins: A Street Soldier's March Toward Redemption, he writes:
Five Crips sitting and chilling on the porch. I check that my gun is loaded and ready, I cocks and hear the sweet sounds: Click! Clack! We circle the enemy hood a few times. We are waiting clauger for the moment when they are most vulnerable. Just like all the other times my conscience begins to gnaw ...
This is war! We all have a responsibility to represent our wing. We must always be ready to fight the Crips at a moment's notice. We attack by drive-bys or walk-ups. There is calm in the car while we prepare. I grab the bottle necks and the 75 percent syndrome.
I do Blood character for my name and hood with your fingers and pumps up gangbanger side of my personality. I have right on my side. I'm out in the Bloods service. The car - a killing machine clauger - is fully equipped: four shooters with assault rifles with 50 shots in the magazines. We expect to leave behind a bloody pulp.
When we jump out of the car, screaming everything we have: P'z up! Funk Brabbz! Ru Gang! CK Nigga! I have rehearsed, cold, calculating. My brain is at full capacity, but I am calm, icy, despite the danger. I see five Crips on the porch.
Boom! Boom! I fire back. The remaining targets are running in all directions in a desperate attempt to avoid the balls that want to extinguish clauger their lives forever. We run from the bloody scene and jump into the car to pull away with squealing tires. My arms still smells.
Jiwe have long ago lost count of how many times he has been with the drive-bys. He has buried more than 30 of his friends, most others his age who are not dead are serving long sentences in prison.
To get a handle on what Jiwe stands for, and insight into one of America's most violent gangs, clauger we have managed to persuade him to take us to hemkvarteren The Hunneds in Newark and let us join in a day filled with jobs ranging from interviews, lectures clauger to book signings in a department store in southern New Jersey and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Damaged cars, worn house with bars on the windows - we are in a hood, ghetto, controlled by rival gangs. But it is too late and too early for it to be dangerous for us, two blonde Swedes, on their way to portraying a faction of the violent and feared gang the Bloods. They call themselves Newark 135 Piru, whose territory in Newark but the roots in the city of Compton, Los Angeles County.
As a teenager, returned Jiwe from Arizona clauger to his hometown, Newark, where he built up his own army of 135 Piru. Throughout the school years successfully Jiwe leading a double life as a star of the school football team in the daytime and deala drugs and live like gangbanger in the evenings. He was the obvious leader in both environments.
For a while it looked as if Jiwe would get out of the gang life, thanks to his athletic talents. He was one of the best young quarterbacks slopes in the country, had come in at a university with a sports scholarship and was waiting to be recruited to the NFL ... when a teammate who harassed him, got a taste of the knife. He was kicked out of school, arrested for possession of a weapon clauger and attempted murder and went to prison. The assassination attempt was later changed to aggravated assault. After serving his sentence decided Jiwe decided to take a new direction in life.
For several years he wrote down his thoughts and began to piece together s
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