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Behind the Crips mythos

Blue Rage, Black Redemption A Memoir Stanley Tookie Williams Touchstone/Damamli: 394 pp., $16 paper

November 20, 2007|Celeste Fremon | Special to The Times

IN the manner of tribal origin myths, stories about the beginning of the street gang known as the Crips have been set down with varying degrees of authority by academics, journalists and a slew of former gangsters, members of the last usually claiming to have been integral to the gang's formation. In the most common version, the Crips started as an offshoot of the Black Panthers, the name CRIP an acronym for Community Revolution in Progress. Other accounts claim the name was short for cripple -- a reference to the gang's early style of dress that featured elaborate walking canes as a fashion accessory. A less widely circulated story has it that the name stems from a version of the Crip walk -- which, unlike its present-day dance incarnation -- once involved a sort of limp. There are still other tales that explain lesser elements of the Crips' mythos, like the genesis of the gang's signature blue bandannas.

As it turns out, however, these stories are all dead wrong. The Crips gang was formed in 1971 by two people -- Raymond Washington and Stanley Tookie Williams. Washington was killed in a shootout in 1979. Williams was executed by the state of California in late 2005. But he left behind a manuscript that sets the record straight. There are already several South L.A. gangster memoirs on the shelves, the best known of which is "Monster" by Sanyika Shakur, also known as Kody Scott. But none provides the social/historical reach of Williams' "Blue Rage, Black Redemption."

As Williams tells it, the truth of the Crips' beginning was more prosaic than legendary: Two groups of fight-prone high school boys -- one led by Williams, the other by Washington -- banded together to defend against the South L.A. gangs that were hassling them. The new group originally called itself the "Cribs," a name selected from options ranging from the macho-sounding "Black Overlords" to the "Snoopies," after Charles Schulz's comic-strip dog. "Cribs" got the nod, but soon morphed into Crips during a bout of drunken revelry when the newly minted homeboys repeatedly mispronounced the "b" as a "p."

The narrative features other cultural factoids such as the derivation of the now ubiquitous "cuz" (short for cousin) -- a Crip-originated salutation to a friend or ally. But, most important, Williams describes how the Crips changed from a group of disaffected teenagers seeking self-protection to an army of gun-wielding, drug-dealing homeboys whose blood feuds would spread grief throughout the city and beyond.

Yet, Williams' book -- which was originally released in 2004 by Damamli Publishing, a small imprint started by his writing collaborator Barbara Becnel -- has value beyond the fact that it documents a significant piece of L.A.'s recent history. For instance, it is instructive to note how the trajectory that led Williams into Crip life hits all the marks we've come to expect whenever troubled boys become gangsters: His biological father was never in the picture; his mother, whom Williams all but deifies, was a pregnant teenager-turned-church woman who thought the way to corral her energetic boy child was to beat him over the most minor infraction, using belts and electrical cords. Only once does Williams hint that what he calls her "biblically-inspired beatings" might have done him emotional damage. "The frequency of the beatings aged me considerably," he writes of his early childhood. "I became more unruly, distant and indifferent to the predictable consequence of my actions." When Williams gets out of the house and into school, with a few notable exceptions, his treatment at the hands of the public school system is another dispiriting record of failure.

It is, of course, hardly news to note that angry, lonely boys from poor, violent neighborhoods that offer few resources are the gang world's primary source of membership. Still it's depressing to read about the moment when Williams -- who once desperately longed to be a Boy Scout -- shakes hands with Raymond Washington to officially form the Crips. "Finally, I belonged to something!" he writes. Yes, of course. And hell followed after.

Williams' narrative suggests certain crucial points at which, even late in the game, his trajectory might have been altered. The last of these occurs when he, at 18 and the Crips not yet a year old, is assigned by the courts, after a string of lockups for various offenses, into a program in the Banning area called Factor Brookins. The program's kindly director gets Williams and some of his Crip pals enrolled in the local high school, where they are recruited to play on the football team. Contrary to conventional wisdom, the adolescent gangsters don't reject the offer, but run straight into its outstretched arms. "Here we were:" Williams writes, "Crips, playing team football, attending classes and actually doing schoolwork. None of us even thought about ditching class or school. . . . For the first time in my chaotic life there appeared a chance to uplift myself."

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