I was living with relatives near West Blvd. (currently Alturas Ave) my cousin Andrea was going to cook dinner that night, so I offered to take her only daughter, at the time, to the store for garlic bread.
Yaminah was about 3 at the time, she was toddling along with us & enjoying the fresh air.
As we approached the main area (where all the homies were at) of the block we saw some peoples and stopped to chat. I was holding her hand, but I was deep in to the conversation. Unknowing to me her bottle had dropped on to the slopped sidewalk &, rolled JUST past the parked car we were leaned on.
I felt her pull away but she was right next to me so I thought nothing of it. Until it happened SO FAST, but in slow motion.
The silver-blue car came rollin up and I heard the thunk. I saw Yaminah in the air over the hood of the car. I heard a second thunk as she bounced on the hood & then hit the street.
To my disbelief the car proceeded to keep going. Rolling right over her. Luckily she was small, so the tires did not touch her body. In a flash I gave chase to the car. I hollered out to folks at the stop sign not to let that car pass.
Everyone on the block saw & heard what had just happened. Old women came off the porches, men came out of the garages.. It was horrific. The cuttys down the street surrounded the car. Four females were trapped on West Blvd, after a hit & run of one of ours!
As I sprinted down the street I saw a female sprinting beside me .. Nae Nae.
As we reached the car the cuttys were already jumping on the hood & stomping out the winshield. I reached in to the drivers side and snatched a handful of her red hair. Yanking her out of the window. She was screaming & crying, but it was to no avail. As her body came through the window, she regained her stance & ripped free. She started to run...back down the block. She did not get far.
I dont recall who she ran in to first, but when I approached her she was balled up on the curb. I remember the first few hits, but it is a blur after that. I see my feet kicking her & others tearing at her hair, clothes & face.
Even the old women came out with brooms, it was very brutal. She managed to get herself up, after I realized what was actually happening, I began to run back to where Yaminah's little body was lying.
They air lifted her. I saw my cousin Andrea breaking down in the middle of the street, I saw the ambulance & police.. I dont remember much sound except the heart braking sobs from my cousin.
If I could trade places with Yaminah I would have.
I learned later,(after being arrested & charged with Assault with a deadly weapon on a person causing bodily harm), there were swisher sweet blunts found in the vehicle as well as alcohol. (Unopened). I was sentances to 9 months county jail & 3 years felony probation. PLUS, I had a pending charge that was filed on me. Possesion for sale & distrabution. Four felonies & a strike for gang enhancement.
I did my time, got out, tried to be good & failed miserably. I abscounded, was caught SEVERAL times. Doing at least 6 viloations. With the probation comming to an end I did the remaining 10 months locked up. I was taken out of General Population for trivial bullshit every other week.
An extra boiled egg, wearing boxers, refusing to follow orders ( so they say ). Just ANYTHING they could do to keep me on 3-5-or 10 day lockdowns. Finally it became more serious & an inmate actually planted a razor in my things & I was written up.
During the "search" of my room one Deputy (the bitch Guile) decided she was gonna come & talk shit to me. I had it with this bitch, so needless to say I ended up doing about 6 months on the lock down module.
"For the saftey of general population". I can remember one deputy saying "Tafoya this here is my house, & I just cant do my job if these here women are listening to you & not me".
So off I went, not to see the light of day for the next 6 months. No room mate, 23 & 1 EVERY OTHER DAY. Lucky for me I met Deputy Linkenhoeker. She left my door open at times, brought me cofee every now and then. Even let me watch a few movies. She gave me mail that other deputies were holding. If it wasnt for meeting her ... Well I went halfway crazy anyway. But she was a bright spot in a very lonely & dark time.
I learned after my release an internal investigation was done on her & she was fired. Too bad, she was decent. They tracked me down & after repeated phone calls and me ignoring them they showed up and asked me to give a statement on anything she had ever told me. They asked if she ever gave me drugs or things that I shouldn't have had. I backed away from them and acted like they had the fucking plague, the same way they treated us anytime we came near them while we were housed in West County detention facility I told them "listen deputy you are in my house right now & if everyone is listening to you & not me, I wouldnt be doing my job out here, now would I"?! I asked them to leave. They tried to leave me a card saying it would be in my best interest to give them a call. I laughed and threw in in the garbage in front if them and I waived goodbye.
I never went back to jail, and I never will!
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