He says that Los Angeles spent $82 million on anti-gang programs which
were almost all taken over by the Mexican Mafia and resulted in nobody
leaving a gang.
He says the Mexican Mafia controls about 100,000 Latino gangsters in
Southern California and that man for man, the Latino gangbangers are more
powerful and more organized than their black counterparts.
Maybe we need to have affirmative action for the oppressed black gangster?
According to Publisher's Weekly:
Rafael's debut book—a study of the Southern California–based
Mexican mafia told mainly from the perspective of veteran Los Angeles
deputy district attorney Anthony Manzella—is a revealing but flawed
work. Despite occasional national headlines about drive-by shootings that
claim innocent lives (including the granddaughter of an LAPD chief), most
Americans are probably unfamiliar with the powerful, loosely organized
street gangs that make up the Mexican mafia. Rafael does a workmanlike
job of tracing the rise of these gangs, despite the occasional factual
error (e.g., the RICO statute was used to indict criminal groups besides
La Cosa Nostra before the Mexican mafia), but fails to dramatize his overly
detailed account of Manzella's trials. Manzella is an interesting enough
figure—a dedicated workaholic throwback who doesn't use a computer,
or even an electric typewriter. But Rafael gives short shrift to the sociology
of the rise of the Mexican mafia. Instead, he offers a final quote from
Manzella (We know exactly the kind of families that produce criminals.
I'd like to go in there and take them out. But we can't do that') will
leave many with a sour taste that undercuts Rafael's attempts to make
the deputy DA a hero.
Whenever Tony Rafael leaves home, he carries a .45-caliber handgun
nestled in a holster just below his armpit. A Cold Steel Recon-1 knife
is stashed elsewhere on his person. Concealed weapons permits are hard
to come by in Los Angeles County, but Rafael is a special case.
For the past five years, the respected writer and gang expert -- who
uses only the name he writes under in public because of his dangerous
work -- has been researching one of the deadliest gangs in America for
a nonfiction book he's writing on the Mexican Mafia, or "La Eme"(the
Spanish word for the letter 'M'), tentatively titled Southern Soldiers.
His sources are of the "L.A. Confidential" variety: prison
inmates, gang members past and present, homicide detectives, FBI agents
and their informants. He has volunteered for the Los Angeles Police
Department, conducting long-term surveillance outside gang hangouts,
and has dug up the cases of hundreds of gang members from the county
court system to document the bloody swath they've cut across Los Angeles.
One heart-arresting fact the streetwise investigator recently uncovered
is that Mexican Mafia leaders have declared a "green light"
on African Americans found in neighborhoods claimed by the powerful
prison-based gang. This means that members of Latino street gangs affiliated
with the La Eme are under orders to harass, assault, and even murder
African-Americans, who Mexican Mafia leaders view as sub-human.
The reason for this, Rafael has found, is that a longstanding prison
gang war between the Mexican Mafia and the African-American prison gang,
Black Guerilla Family, has led to a deep racial loathing between the
gangs that has spilled over into the streets of Los Angeles County.
..."They don't want blacks in their neighborhoods. They say it
makes their neighborhood look bad."
..."[I]n the California prison system the Aryan Brotherhood and
the Mexican Mafia have made an alliance to gang up against the Black
Guerilla Family. It's common knowledge in the prison system that if
there's a fight between a Mexican Mafia member and a black inmate, and
there aren't enough Mexican Mafia guys to jump on his side, the Aryans
are supposed to jump in on his side. This is an alliance that goes back
20 years. The Mexican Mafia and the Aryan Brotherhood have a mutual
racial hatred for blacks."
"The Mexican Mafia derives inspiration and ethnic pride from the
concept of La Raza (Spanish, in this context, for "The Race"),
as well as from the Aztec, Aztlan movement. And this goes way back.
There was a Mexican Mafia shot caller back in the 1970s named Rudolph
Cheyenne Cardena, and before he was killed by rival Mexican gang members
in 1978 or 1977, Cardena saw the Mexican Mafia the way George Jackson
[a prominent member of the original Black Panther Party who founded
the Black Guerilla Family] saw the black prison movement. He wanted
to change the Mexican Mafia into a political, socially active movement,
and what he used for inspiration was the Aztec culture. He taught himself
Nahuatl [the ancient language of the Aztecs], started teaching it to
all the other homies. In fact, to this day they still use Nahuatl to
send coded messages to one another -- these kinds of three level-coded
messages. You have to know the code, and then Nahuatl and so on. And
one of the symbols of the Mexican Mafia is the Aztec worship [symbol]."
Chaim Amalek says: "The African American is on his way out in this
country, and the Mexican is showing him the door."
Fred emails: "Obviously during their prison sentences we need to
have them go to racial sensitivity training classes. I'll call Nancy Pelosi
Extreme leftists have always had a perverse admiration for thugs.
Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot, Castro, Arafat and countless African despots never
lacked for moral support and love notes in the form of editorials and
doctoral dissertations from American apologists, fellow travelers and
useful idiots. You'd think that after thirty years of proclaiming solidarity
with every tyrant of the 20th century, and watching those regimes implode
like a nasty Hollywood marriage, radical leftists would have gotten a
clue that maybe the only visible products of command and control economies
were famine, glow-in-the-dark nuclear reactors and gulags.
Tom Hayden has recently lowered his sights somewhat in his newly released
book about urban gangs, Street Wars. In place of solidarity with the
big international thugs, he's found domestic ones to waggle in our faces.