Like most Chicagoans on this board, I live on the North side. Where we’ve had a few homicides as well, but they’re the kind of thing you hear on the news and think, “Oh, shit…” and then go on with your day. Most of the people killed up here are not from up here - they’re outsiders who came up here hunting up trouble. Or at least it feels that way.
Unlike most Chicagoans on this board, I work on the South and West sides, in the “really bad” neighborhoods. Roseland, Englewood, Auburn Gresham, West Garfield…all of 'em. I’m a home health nurse. These are my patients. I’m always aware of the danger, and I do take steps to minimize it. I don’t work down there before 9 am or past 3 pm. When the kids are out of school, I’m on the Dan Ryan headed north.
I’ve had the worst of the gangbangers and their family members as patients. They’re patients to me. The only oddity is that when you work with someone really high up on the food chain, it’s almost like you’re being presented at Court. (Royal, not legal.) Guys lower on the food chain will meet me at my car and walk me into the building. I actually find this comforting. I can’t swear to it, but I think I helped to nip the Krokodil drug thing in the bud - I told my patient very seriously that I wasn’t telling him how to do his business, that I didn’t really want to know his business, but this shit was really, really bad stuff, and if he could kinda spread the word that it was really, really bad stuff, that it wasn’t DEA Drug War b.s., that would be a kindness to humanity. Never heard another report about Krokodil in the area after he nodded and said not a word in response to me. I think he quietly took care of it. That’s how high in the food chain he was.
I know these people, is what I’m saying. We’re not buddies, we’re not friends, but not a week goes by that at least one of my patients isn’t mourning a brother or a cousin or a friend who’s been shot. And what’s it like? It’s sad. It’s frustrating. It’s maddening. They don’t know how to stop it, either.
I place the blame on myriad factors. The primary is the lack of sufficient decent jobs in the area, mixed with an astronomically high incarceration rate for young men. Young unemployable men with police records who have no futures and nothing to do with their time other than sell guns and drugs. You join a gang, you’re a target to the other gangs. You don’t join a gang, you’re a target to every gang. There’s no way to win.
I also place the blame on law enforcement of the past few decades. When I was in high school, there were a couple of major and a double handful of minor gangs in Chicago. Now there are over 600. Six hundred. Some of these “gangs” have fewer than a dozen members and a block of “turf.” Law enforcement decided to crack down on the gang leaders, jail them and kill them, and it turned out that gangs are hydras. Remove the leader, the group splinters, and now you have two more gangs fighting each other. Lather, rinse, repeat. So now you have 100,000 gang members in 600 gangs, with no strong leadership, constantly fighting each other for the best drug selling spots and within each gang for leadership. It’s insanity.
Now, to be sure, *more *people were shot and more people were killed in the heyday of the strong gangs in the 90s, so we cannot think that strong gangs are safer gangs. But I think if you look closer, you’ll find that the targets in the 90s were just that - targets. They were gang members shooting other gang members, intentionally. Which isn’t great (especially given the trap of joining or not joining a gang) but it’s easier to dismiss as people causing their own problems. Now there are no rules. A child was dragged into an alley and killed to punish his gang member father. People open fire at basketball courts, killing bystanders. Children are shot through the walls of their house by people driving by.
So, that’s why I’m outta there by 3:00. I’m not afraid of being a target, but bullets don’t take directions well, especially when fired under the influence of adrenaline.
There’s also another factor, and that’s the toxic masculinity in the culture, combined with almost everybody having a gun. It’s a culture that is still rabidly homophobic, and considers any type of mercy or compassion to be “gay” and every misunderstanding or mild incident of disrespect an insult of the highest order. 50 years ago, they might have settled things with a fistfight. Today, they settle them with guns.
But at the same time, the south side is full of good, wonderful, brilliant, funny, generous, amazing people. I’ve never seen such generosity in my middle class life. People who have almost nothing, give what little they have to each other. Which is a beautiful thing, and also a problem. You win $1000 bucks at the casino, and you’ll have nothing left three days later, because you buy food and diapers for your niece and pay your cousin’s electric bill, and help your buddy with his car payment. And you do this because you know the next time your niece or cousin or buddy gets some money, they’ll help you out in return. So no one can get ahead, because they’re helping everyone else out.
So what’s it like? It’s the best of times; it’s the worst of times. It’s culture and great food and lovely people and live music and wonderful parks and you have to work really hard to be bored…and it’s a war zone. And it’s like two different cities - both with some really great people in it - that share a name.