#gang violence

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CO. POLICE DEPT. ORDERS LOCK DOWN DUE TO ARMED GANG VIOLENCE!

Mike Davis.. never one to mince words… this is a strong warning of what we may see in the weeks and months ahead. Be prepared.

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This is not the America we grew up with. This is America turning into a 3rd World country. And it is a sad day when we cannot depend on our law enforcement brethren to protect us due to defunding, manpower shortages, and good for nothing prosecutors and DAs who let violent offenders go free quickly. I am considering buying my first firearm because living in CA, it's just a matter of time before all hell breaks loose.......

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A dangerous Venezuelan gang known as the "Tren De Aragua" has infiltrated the US that you probably know nothing about but definitely should know 🤔

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Or maybe he could ruin me

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I just recently had cause to check my old Quora account (feel free to add me anyone, it's the source link) and I would like to put this on my blog as well because it is an important piece of information.

We all remember the memed out "stop Kony" shit, well I never stopped stopping Kony. I've been blasting this motherfucker for a decade. The question was asked:

Have child soldiers been condemned for war crimes?

The only person who has ever been convicted of war crimes that were committed while they were still a child, is Dominic Ongwen, formerly of the LRA. His verdict was returned in February 2021.

Ongwen’s case was particular - records indicate he was abducted between 9–14 years of age (his report differs from the reports of others, a common issue when dealing with early formative trauma) - but he eventually became a trusted, high-ranking member of the LRA and indeed participated in capturing children and perpetrating the same violence onto them as was done to him. He continued this for many years.

Ultimately the courts demonstrated with sufficient evidence that he acted of his own volition (as much volition as he was capable of having) as an adult. While he undoubtedly experienced fear and suffering in childhood, he was successfully indoctrinated and carried out many acts of abuse on his own, without the threat of duress, and was even known to refuse to obey orders he did not agree with.

It is an unfortunate case, regardless of one’s opinion on his character. Everyone involved in the trial acted with utmost respect and dignity. Everyone did everything they were supposed to do, and yet still did not find the correct answer. There can be no correct answer. No real accounting for justice, for every single person impacted by Joseph Kony - including Ongwen.

During the Charles Taylor trials, the Prosecutor David Crane opened the floor for any child over the age of 15 who had committed voluntary acts within an armed group. So, the 'cut-off' for what constitutes the capacity to reason as an adult was put at around 15. Crucially, however, no child was actually brought up on these charges.

Personally, I believe in prison abolition, and I believe that rehabilitation would be more effective for these children (of course, some of them will be too dangerous to reintegrate, but this is a case-by-case issue). If I had not gotten treatment at Romeo Dallaire, I would have been imprisoned and exposed to institutional violence. This would have made me more violent, and I would have exited the prison system and went on to perpetuate even more violence. Because I got therapy and community healing, because I was able to hang on to my relationship with my mom, and I suppose because of my intellect and schizoid, I wound up flipping the switch in my brain from unmitigated antisocial disaster to a prosocial human being. What flipped that switch in me was being given responsibility to facilitate a group of younger children. The adults around me realized that I would thrive if put in a leadership role, and I was able to see myself helping people. I realized that there are other ways to engage with the world than base violence. The real splinter that occurred, that allowed me to break through the brainwashing, was during a shoot-out that I was involved in shortly after my treatment ended (so it was not some magical happy ending, I did have re-occurring issues afterward). But during that event, I realized in that moment that what we were doing was wrong. I am just very, very fortunate that no one lost their life and no one was injured on that day.

If we are referring to condemnation in the broader, non-legal sense - the answer is yes. Many former child soldiers are rejected by their communities when the fighting stops.

The adults in these communities were often more afraid of the child soldiers than the adult soldiers - you could reason with an adult soldier, but children do not fully understand the value of life, and are undergoing an extreme and radical shift in their identities and worldviews while accompanied by radical violence and forced substance abuse. The reality is that during the fighting, the children were more brutal than the adults.

When disarmament, demobilization and reintegration processes occur, the long and arduous task of healing from the atrocities of communal violence must begin. 20 years ago, after the Liberian civil war, a group of children were followed by clinicians interested in evaluating the long-term psychosocial outcomes of child soldiering. For these children this was regrettably universally poor.

Many were homeless, uneducated, and addicted to drugs. Now, looking at those same children, the reports from 2022 are much different as our understanding of the law and trauma deepens and grows as a species. Many of these same children have some form of education, an occupation, housing, and are politically active in their communities.

Reintegration is a personal process. Often actions were taken that resulted in loss of life, permanent maiming/disability, witnessing cruelty, rapes, hacking off limbs, burning people alive - it does not matter if it’s a child or an adult subjecting you to this, it has a profound impact. But evidently the condemnation for their actions did not persist beyond the immediate aftermath.

These children were able to be brought back into the fold, and I think that is a beautiful thing.

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Woooow Syrax , Vermithor and Silverwing at Dragstone waiting to jump Aemond on Vhagar. I had actual goosebumps I was actually screaming and jumping up in my seat!!! That's my Queen!!

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Mexican President Andrés Manuel López Obrador acknowledged Monday that authorities have had to set up camps for displaced people after some 4,200 residents fled a town in the southern state of Chiapas. Residents of the town of Tila fled over the weekend (Jun 8/9) after armed gangs shot up the town and burned many homes last week, state prosecutors said. It was probably the biggest mass displacement in Chiapas since 1997. Some residents recounted spending days trapped in their homes before army troops and state police showed up over the weekend to allow them to leave.

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Why The US Won't Leave Haiti Alone

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Small boys play card games on a playground in Hell's Kitchen, where only a few hours earlier on August 30, 1959, two 16-year old boys were slain in a gang attack. The victims were sitting with three other boys, all of whom were wounded, and a girl, who was unharmed, when the gang struck shortly after midnight. One victim, Robert Young, reached his apartment on the second floor of the light apartment building in the background before he fell dead. The body of the other victim, Anthony Kerzensky, was found crumpled in a hallway of the apartment building at right.

Photo: John Lindsay for the AP

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Due to gang violence and natural disasters, half of Haitian people face crisis levels of hunger or worse.

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Gang violence across Haiti

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Gangs in Haiti have opened fire on a United Nations (UN) helicopter as it prepared to land in Port-au-Prince, with the gun attack the latest uptick of violence in the Caribbean country’s capital with civil unrest surging once again. The aircraft was hit by several rounds of ammunition on Thursday, a UN source who was not authorised to confirm the incident told the Associated Press. The helicopter had three crew members and 15 passengers on board at the time. No injuries were recorded in the wake of the incident, with the helicopter landing safely shortly thereafter. The attack comes five months after Haiti’s main international airport reopened following coordinated gang attacks that forced it to close for nearly three months. The violence has spilled to nearby areas including Arcahaie, where some 50 suspected gang members died this week after attacking the coastal town located just northwest of the capital. Among the dead are at least a dozen gunmen who drowned after their boat capsized, a government official said on Thursday. While the majority were killed by police, a group of gunmen drowned on Wednesday after their boat hit the reef as they ferried ammunition to gangs attacking the town of Arcahaie, Wilner Rene from Haiti’s Civil Protection Agency said.

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Febuwhump 12: Awake

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows and Shadow and Bone Summary: Kaz is a fighter, but even fighters get tired sometimes. Warnings: Gang violence, serious injuries, and graphic depictions of violence Word Count: 1,096 Ship(s): Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa

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“Kaz, open your eyes,” Inej’s voice was a piercing sound in the numbness and buzzing that was brushing through his mind.

He immediately realized why that was such a weird thing for him to be thinking of. He adored Inej, she was the only person that he would ever trust to be near his heart. There was no way that he hated her voice, that and her laugh was his favorite part about her. The way that she sang was so lovely, as was the way that her native tongue sounded on her lips in the rare moments when she spoke it. He loved the way that she sounded when she talked and he would never think anything else of it.

So why had he?

Slowly, Kaz began to take inventory of everything that he could see and feel. The world around him was dark, marked with pocks of light that were streaming down from the poorly slotted ceiling and falling onto Inej in yellow beams. She herself was a marvel as she always was, her hair floating around her so that it created a brown-gold halo that sanctified her. Kaz knew that she would hurt him if he told her that, but then he began to realize what his body had been trying to tell him.

He was laying against something heard, his knee was aching in protest to that fact. He could feel his shoulders and head cushioned by something that had a dip in the middle, likely Inej’s lap. On either side of his face was something soft and delicate, gloved fingers that were raking over his cheekbones. The biggest thing that his body was telling him was that he was injured. The very distinct sharp stabbing pains of a bullet wound radiated from his left third rib all the way around the rest of his torso. He was vaguely aware of the feeling of thick, hot blood seeping out between his fingers. He hadn’t even realized that his hand was clutched to his side to try and stifle the wound from bleeding out.

“What are we doing?” he asked. His speech was slurred and his mouth felt like it was stuck together. He would have thought that he had suddenly developed lockjaw if he didn’t know how his body responded to being in poor condition.

“We’re getting you to a Healer,” Nina replied. She shifted from where she was sitting next to him and then began to grab the things scattered out on the floor of the wagon. He hadn’t realized that she was there when Inej was holding him so tenderly. She was almost enough to make all of the pain coming from his wound feel like it was nothing. He wished that he could take her like a drug, he didn’t even care that he was already addicted to the idea of taking it.

“A Healer?” he questioned. “I don’t need a Healer.”

Jesper let out a barking laugh as he leaned in through the door of the wagon. It had been ripped off its hinges at some point, which allowed his entire body to take up the space, which was why he hadn’t been able to see him before. “You most certainly do, Boss. You’re in bad shape,” he snarked. When he turned to lean back out of the window, Kaz was able to catch the glinting pearl handles of his revolvers. They must have been in some kind of trouble if he was already preparing for a shoot out.

He tilted his head down as much as he could without removing Inej’s gloved hands from his face. He wanted to know what the pads of her fingers felt like on his skin, though he knew that could wait for another day if he managed to survive his new wound. Nina had placed a bolt of fabric next to him and was already pulling at it so that she could make bandages. It wouldn’t be the worst thing that he had pressed to his insides, especially since she was making sure that she was using the inside fabric that had been protected from dust.

She paused for only a moment before she began speaking, “I’m going to lift up your shirt so that I can clean your wound.”

He wanted to protest and tell her that she was going to do no such thing, but her hands were already in motion. She grasped at the weary folds of his shirt and then tore with the strength that she had just finished using on the bolt of fabric. As soon as her delicate fingers brushed against the glaring wound on his side, his vision whited over.

He felt his throat constrict in pain as he no doubt screamed from the pain. He couldn’t think about what he was actually doing, he could barely even stay in his own body. The urge to exit to somewhere unknown but painless overwhelmed him as soon as his vision returned back to normal.

“Kaz, Kaz, don’t you dare,” Inej said with a simple shake of her head. Some of the longer hairs that had escaped her braid were brushing across his face. “Stay awake for me. Keep your eyes open, at least until Nina can get that wound bandaged.”

“I love you,” he whispered. He had told it to her before, in many ways other than saying the words directly. He had called in his favor with the Ravkan king to find her family, he had purchased her a boat and a harbor to park it in, he had even found her ribbons from the seller she had always gone to when she was a child. The largest thing that he had done was remove his armor, hold her hand against his own skin and kiss her lips without a sheet between the two of them. He had never said it out loud, though. He had been working with some of the other Suli freed indentures to try and learn how to say those words in her language, so that he could make their first time saying it allowed special.

“Shh, shh, no speaking, just stay awake,” she said. When she turned her head to the side so that she could look to Nina, he felt a single hot tear drip down onto his face. Inej was crying. He had made her cry by telling her that he loved her.

“I love you,” he whispered again as he slipped down into the black nothingness that had been pulling at him for quite some time.

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