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PART II OF WHAT'S IN A NAME
By Victor Marrero

	Loco had just come out of JFK Liquors on the corner of Constitution
and Rights Avenue, after buying some beef jerky(Unlike most of the
homies, Loco was a lightweight with alcohol). It was just after dark,
and Loco was going home to watch the Scotsman, the baddest show on
T.V, because the Scotsman could live forever as long as noyone cut off
his head.  Loco didn�t like watching T.V shows with fake fighting and
girls that are probably too stuck up to talk to anyone in real life,
like Vena.  When the Scotsman had sword fights it looked believable.  

	So Loco was carrying his beef jerky in a bag, and thinking about what
it would be like if he were the Scotsman.  He notices a Los Diablos
red and black patrol car ahead of him across the light.  He notices
the silhouette of the P.C.(political corrector) turn his way.  He
looks straight ahead because he doesn�t want to give the P.C an excuse
to say that he looked suspicious.  

	The P.C was about to turn his car the opposite direction, but instead
actually violated one or two traffic laws to get to Loco before he
could turn the corner. The patrol car turns its spotlights towards
Loco. The windows come down electronically, and Loco sees that there's
two of them.  The driver looks like a big Inca, while his partner in
the driver�s seat is a blond hair Nordic female that looks a little
bit like Vena�s partner, Sororitie, only a little less pretty, with
lots of waxy makeup, and alot more hair spray. 

	The Inca starts by asking Loco Yo homes where you going, where you
coming from, what you got in the bag, any mota?  Loco doesn�t like
anyone getting into his business especially when it�s La Chota, Jura,
Placa, or just Pigs.  He doesn't know how to defend himself though, in
a legal way, and the Pigs can overpower him, have the  cuetes,
nightsticks, and chile spray to disable.  Loco starts to feel anger
come up and he wonders if the P.Cs see it.	

	Loco heard about his friend Casper, big guero who didn't want to take
*#@$ from La Chota and started fighting them when they stopped him on
his way home from work.  Casper looked like a mean vato with Coors
tatooted across his back, and it could be seen with just an undershirt
on.  

	Casper doesn't look mean anymore because he's laying in a coffin, at
Better Homes Cementary.  Two Nordic Placas in their car spotted him
walking down Constitution, called up for backup, and got response from
three cars with two P.Cs in each.  Before Casper could make it to his
old lady's canton, three red and black patrol cars reached him,told
him to spread his arms and legs so that he would have no balance, and
give them all the advantage of control. At first Casper cooperated,
but then the Jura started to manhandle him like they've done too many
times, and given him reason to cuss at the walls at night before he
went to sleep, or so his girlfriend was saying.  So this time
something inside of Casper didn't want to be manhandled.  Casper
started resisting.  Two big Chotas could not control him.  One of them
tried choking him with the baton.  Casper got out and wrestled the
baton away and started swinging it at la Chota for all his homies
who'd ever been politically corrected with a baton.  The Chota
backpeddled, with what felt to him like a broken arm from his own
baton.  Casper turned to the other Chotas who were comming at him. 
They backed away.  To la chota a big homie with a baton was a lethal
weapon, and one that they had to respond to with lethal force. They
didn't hesitate. They drew, fired, and removed Casper as a threat to
themselves and the society they served. Their pepper sprays might not
have been enough and some of it might have gotten on each other
because of how they were mingled. Their best and fastest option was
their peacemakers.  They handcuffed Casper as they always do with
suspects that resist, even if they're dead or dying.  When the P.C.s
made their report it said they feared for their lives. Loco got the
other side of the story from some people who were looking out their
window.

	Loco went to Casper's funeral.  Casper never looked more like his
namesake.  The suit and the makeup covered up what the bullets did
though.  Now Loco thought about trying the same thing Casper did,
facing this big vato and his ruka partner with a badge.  He decided it
was better to kick back and see what happens.  

	They get out of their  car and the ruka approaches him and says "We
need to ask you some questions." Loco spread his arms and was about to
say "I'm just going home, and haven't done anything," but before he
could say that the ruka whips out her baton and whips his hand with
it.  She tells him to turn around, spread his feet, put his hands on
his head, pats him down,and then handcuffs him.  The vato's standing
by to see if Loco makes a move.  Loco feels alot of anger, anger that
he can't let go, because if he does he'll go to la pinta de
minores(Juvenille Hall), or Better Homes Cementary, like Casper.  Loco
is shaking and red with anger.  "Are you on drugs?" the Ruka says. 
"Why are you shaking? Is there something wrong?"  

	Loco remembered the college student who told him to memorize names
and badge numbers if he ever got harrassed by P.Cs.  Their name plates
said Officer H.Cisneros and Officer H. Clinton. Their badges had the
numbers 2187 and 9227. Loco had a brief thought on whether or not they
got it on off duty.  Loco's not to sure about what good it'll do since
the P.Cs don't P.C themselves or each other.  Who knows though, maybe
he could get a lawsuit and win un chingo de feria(a lot of money). 
Then again these are probably useless daydreams while a real problem
is on right now.

	They reach in his pockets, take out his wallet, and look at his Benet
High School I.D.  They check the barcode with their computer to see if
he's a legal resident of the Expanded States, and if he's got any
convictions.  If Loco did not have that I.D with him, and if he
couldn't give them a satisfactory story about his residency, or MICA,
they might call Razacontrol on him, and he'd be taken away to an E.S.
concentration camp for Raza.  Loco's heard from some people that
they're not supposed to do that.  They do it anyway. The barcode
checks him as legal, so at least he doesn't have to worry about that. 
 He hears thevato   tell the ruka, "This one's legal."  The ruka 
responds "Why do they all come to the Expanded States anyway"?  Loco
hears a little resentment in thevato's voice as he answers, "Well not
all Castellians  are like this," pointing at Loco.  My nephew's an
explorer and is applying to the Razacontrol Academy when he graduates
from high school."  Loco doesn't know who he hates more the Sorotie
looking bitch or the Tio Taco coolero.    

	They ask Loco if he's in a gang.  Loco tells them he's not since they
have no way of knowing other than the way he looks, and where he
lives.  There are alot of kids in his neighborhood who don't claim. 
They get harrassed anyway just like he's being now.  If you're going
to be treated like a gangbanger, why not just be one?   They didn't
have anything to charge Loco to begin with other than suspicion of
being a gangmember.  They take his picture, put him into their
gangmember file, then leave.  Loco feels like he felt after a teacher
at Christopher Columbus Elementary grabbed him by the collar and threw
him out the room because he thought Loco was talking about him in
Castellian.   Both times Loco was violated but Loco was never taught
that there was a word for his feelings.  He was also never showed what
he could do about it.