To Live and Die in L.A. (But Mainly Die)November 29th, 2005 at 12:11 pm by Smantix
“Sometimes I gets the menstrual cramps, real hard”
Much love for convicted multiple homicider and rap impresar…sorry. I’m just used to typing “rap impresario” after “convicted” and “homicide”. Beloved children’s novelist and Crips gang founder Tookie Williams is enjoying more attention than authentic Louis Vuitton bags at the Compton Swap Meet as the Governator ponders commuting his death sentence to a well-deserved life in prison sentence. As if I need to remind anyone that Tookie did not extend such leniency to the people he judged and executed.
Williams, now age 53, was convicted in 1981 of a dramatic retelling of Goodnight Moon, at point blank range, to 4 former Los Angeles residents.
Jack Dunphy, if that is indeed his real name, at NRO gives us the story:
Williams, armed with a sawed-off shotgun, forced Owens into a back storeroom. After ordering Owens to lie on the floor, Williams fired a shotgun blast into the store’s security monitor. Then, though Owens had offered no resistance at all, Williams fired two blasts into the prostrate man’s back, killing him. When an accomplice asked Williams why he had shot Owens, Williams explained that he didn’t want to leave any witnesses. The accomplice would also later testify that Williams told him he killed Owens “because he was white and he was killing all white people.”
Less than two weeks later, at about five in the morning on March 11, Williams went to the Brookhaven Motel at 10411 South Vermont Avenue, less than a ten-minute drive due east from Los Angeles International Airport. After breaking into the motel’s office, Williams shot and killed 76-year-old Yen-I Yang and his 63-year-old wife, Tsai-Shai Yang. Next he killed their daughter, 43-year-old Yee-Chen Lin. As in the Owens killing, the murder weapon was a 12-gauge shotgun. The take in this crime was about $100.
Last week rap star Snoop Dogg spoke at a rally at San Quentin prison saying Williams’s voice “needs to be heard”.
Like many things, me and Mr. Dogg agree. The exact ratio of Gin to Juice. Quantifying at what point we must break off some of that funky stuff. And so on.
But on the Tookie matter, it’s the finer points where we part. Mr. Williams’s voice does need to be heard, provided that those words are “Arrrrrrgh…Bzzzzt….Aarrggh….Bzzzt…gurgle”.