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Gangs in Statesboro
Winskey and Tracy
Statesboro Police Det. Sgt James Winske, left, prepares to answer a question from the audience as Dr. Sharon Tracy listens on during a forum on gang activity in Statesboro Tuesday night.

    The Bottom Girls and the Bottom Boys. The Knockout Kings. The Whitesville Boys. The Headbusters. What about the Crosstown Squad? And don't forget the 3rd Mob of Portal.
    These are only a few of 15 gangs here in Bulloch County - most of them inside the Statesboro City limits.  Gang activity is here, according to law enforcement officials, school officials and a gang expert, Dr. Sharon Tracy, professor at Georgia Southern University.
    Tracy and a panel of law enforcement leaders met Tuesday night with about 60 members of the community to talk about gang activity, explain why it exists and what the community can do to combat the problem.
    In the past, local leaders have said there was no gang problem in the area. But proof can't be ignored, and the issue will only get worse if people do not take steps to battle the gangs, Tracy said.
    Event organizer Karen Manahan, alternative school director for Bulloch County Schools, introduced Tracy and greeted the crowd.
    "By the size of this crowd I can see gangs and gang related activity is a great concern in Bulloch County," she said.
    Tracy used a Power Point demonstration to help explain why gangs form, why they are attractive to some and what characterizes a gang.
    Kids are drawn towards groups that give them the support and sense of belonging they may not get at home, she said.  Gangs give them " a sense of importance, self esteem, self identity. Your gang-bangers, they think you are important. They think you matter."
    Most gang members start out as mischief makers and adventure seekers, she said. Both normal and deviant activities bond the kids involved and solidify trusts and create closer relationships.
    But mischief turns into criminal activity. A group of people who commit crimes together is a gang, Tracy said.
    "Typically, they just sort of get together ... slide into it .. and suddenly, it's their lifestyle," she said.
    
Respect, toughness, esteem

    "Toughness is a virtue," she said. Gangs garner members respect, and esteem is given to winners who can prove they are tough by committing crimes. Serving time for crimes is a badge of honor, "kind of reverse of what we'd like to see," she said.
    Willingness to use violence to protect yourself and appearance is important, she said.
    Clothing of a certain color, worn a certain way, or of a certain type can identify gang membership. An example is the baggy pants worn below the waist. While not necessarily an indication the wearer is a gang member, it is a gang-related style, she said. "I love to watch the kids with the baggy pants. When no one is looking, they hitch them up so they can walk."
    But when people are watching, they let the pants hang and swagger to keep them on while walking, she said.
    Other abilities that meet gang approval are "ability to put others down .. giving disrespect ... to be able to get into their face and talking trash," she aid. "Revenge is also an important goal" in gang lifestyles.
    For many, it is also the need for companionship, excitement and adventure, especially in female  gangs, Tracy said.
    And when teens have no skills, and institutions that are supposed to help them do not respond to their needs, and no positive opportunities are there, then negative opportunities such as gang involvement are appealing, she said.
    Youth at risk include those who have lost family members, who exhibit problem behavior such as fighting, drinking and drugs; who display delinquent beliefs such as it is "ok to steal small things," she said. An example may be a gang member would see no harm in stealing a pair of $100 shoes because "Why should he have them when I cannot?," she said.
    At- risk youth may display poor academic performance as well. And when these youth come together, the risk increases.
    "Birds of a feather flock together," Tracy said. "You are characterized by your friends."


How to stop gangs

Tracy agreed with others on the panel Tuesday night that incarceration is not a solution, but exacerbates the gang problem. The only way to fight gangs is through community involvement, she said.
    That means community organization, social intervention, opportunity provision and law enforcement efforts, she said.
    Family involvement tops the list, and limiting kids from watching violent television that promotes gang activity is the first step. Music is the strongest influence, and Tracy cited several rappers who glamorize the gangster lifestyle: Ice T, the Hoover Crips; Ice Cube, the Rolling 60's and Crips; Snoop Dogg, the Crips; and Tupac Shakur, the Bloods.
    Get involved in parenting, she urged.
    "You need to stay involved in your children's lives. Where are you going? 'Out" isn't an acceptable answer. What are you going to do? 'Nothing' isn't going to cut it."
    Demand answers, know your children's friends, get to know t heir parents, she said. "Be informed."
    Check for scars and tattoos, watch for clothing styles and fashions tat may indicate gang-related tendencies, and watch for doodles in school notebooks that may be gang symbols, she said. "Develop open, frequent communication."
    And report any suspected gang activity to local law enforcement, she added.

The law is watching

Bulloch County Sheriff's Capt. Todd Hutchens said there has been no sign of gang-related activity in the rural part of the county, and joked that if he saw any he would "push it back into the city."
    But seriously, he said,  he and the Sheriff's Department will do everything possible to assist the Statesboro Police and any other law enforcement agency in battling and monitoring gang activity, and will be keeping tabs to make sure no gang activity takes place in the unincorporated areas of the county.
    Statesboro Police Det. Sgt. James Winskey readily admitted Statesboro is home to gang activity and has been for some time.
    "I've been here since 1997 and it was here before then," he said.
    He and his peers have photographed graffiti, tattoos, and other evidence of gang activity and when it is found in connection to a juvenile, "we contact the parents," he said. Oh, and gang members involved in crimes are prosecuted as well, he added.
    Bill Martin, with the Department of Juvenile Justice, said his department works closely with police to "identify children in our case load involved in gang activities.
    "About 60 to 70 percent of the 300 (children involved in criminal cases) are somehow involved in possible gang activity," he said.
    There are gangs on the Georgia Southern University campus as well, Tracy said, telling the crowd about some gang members "crashing" one of her classes on gang-related topics. There are even "one, maybe two gangs in Portal," she said.
    (The second story in this two-part series will address possible local affiliation with nationally recognized gangs, how incarceration affects youth with respect to  gang involvement, and steps the community can take to eliminate gang activity.)
    Holli Deal Bragg may be reached at 489-9414.
 

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Kathy Bradley - The power of Spring
Kathy Bradley
Kathy Bradley

I planted the crepe myrtle last spring. Actually, I did not plant it. I had it planted by someone who knew what he was doing. It was his suggestion that the tree be planted outside one of the windows where it would eventually provide some relief from the western sun that, in July and August, turns the living room into a reasonable facsimile of a sauna.

My professional picked a spot between the chimney and the bay window in the kitchen –  a little nook, a niche, sheltered corner.  He dug the hole according to the guidelines known by every subscriber to Southern Living (“three times wider than the root ball, but no deeper than the root ball itself”), loosened the roots slightly, and dropped the tree into the hole.  He then patted the soil gently and gave the tree its first bath.

I have failed at a number of horticultural efforts over the years – the camellia, the dogwood, and multiple hydrangeas – but something about the crepe myrtle made me optimistic.  Despite its scrawny limbs, I got the impression that this one, this Lagerstroemia indica, was scrappy.  And the chances that I would forget to water something that I saw every time I passed the window were pretty low.

The crepe myrtle survived the summer heat and almost total neglect as I directed all my attention to the sudden illness that would take my father 37 days after diagnosis.  Withstanding a near-drowning from Tropical Storm Debbie and Hurricane Helene, it limped its way into fall, dropping with a languid sigh the one leaf it had managed to produce.  It trembled in the cold stiff winds of winter and bore up under four inches of unexpected snow.

When green finally begin its creep across the landscape, I kept waiting for the little crepe myrtle to, if not burst into bud, at least gasp its way into producing some evidence of life.  Day after day I stared through the window at a bare tree.  I was disappointed, but not surprised.   Had I really expected this latest attempt at gardening to result in spectacular success?  I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath something about wasted money and “never again” and I let it go. 

Then just before Easter, I noticed the way the late afternoon light was falling in soft puddles on the wood floor and stopped to watch it shimmer like the surface of a pond beneath a gentle wind.  I took a deep breath and turned to look at what I knew would be a subtle, but still stunning sunset.  And that is when I saw it – the crepe myrtle covered in fat buds and bright green leaves bouncing in the breeze. The tree I had left for dead, the tree I had forsaken was alive.

I stood there with my hands on my hips frustrated with, aggravated at, and provoked with my own self.  This was not the first time I had, in an effort to avoid disappointment, given up on something beautiful.  Not the first time I had feigned disinterest or claimed detachment when I stood on the edge of letdown.  

In fact, I had lived enough moments just like that one to know that if I chose to stand there long enough, take another couple of deep breaths, stare into shimmering light at the horizon for a few more seconds, I would experience the magic that is believing, that is hope, that is resurrection.

And I did.  Thus, is the power of spring.


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