This is exactly what I was talking about. Bad stuff happens on Rosa Parks Boulevard. Black people are eliminating themselves. Where I am from people don’t know much about Rosa Parks, the woman, innovator, nor her legacy. Where I am from people know that Rosa Parks is a place where people are murdered. Yesterday, September 19th, a man dedicated to serving his country and family, was gunned down by a bunch of low life goons. According to NJ.com:
A widow returned on Monday night to the spot where her husband was gunned down a day earlier to grieve with about 75 of his friends and relatives during a candlelight vigil Monday night..“Oh God,” Jamie Hughes said as she buried her face in the shoulder of a friend who was trying to console her. “He’s got a family! He’s got two babies!”
Paterson police said Adrian Hughes, 26, died after being shot several times by more than one gunman around 9:40 p.m. on Rosa Parks Boulevard near Lawrence Street. Chief Assistant Passaic County Prosecutor John F. Latoracca said Hughes was shot three times.
Investigators do not have any motive or suspects, and are unclear as to what led to the shooting, according to Lt. Richard Reyes of the Paterson police.
Hughes’ brother, Tyshoun Hughes, who on Monday morning was at the spot where his brother was shot, said he last saw him just 10 minutes before the slaying. Adrian Hughes was walking to his North York Street home when he was shot, his brother said.
Adrian Hughes was married with two daughters, Courtney, 2, and Kennedy, 4, said his father, Roger Hall. The older girl had just celebrated her birthday, Hall said.
Hall said Adrian Hughes had been serving with the U.S. Army in Texas until a year ago, when he tore his shoulder in an accident involving a grenade launcher, the father said.
After that, he returned to Paterson, where he supported his family by working in the shipping and receiving department of a company that supplies lug nuts to the military, Hall said. Jamie Hughes teaches preschool in Passaic, her father-in-law said.
Hall had just returned from dropping his daughter off at college Sunday night when he heard that his son had been shot. He rushed to St. Joseph’s Medical Center where he learned that Hughes had been pronounced dead shortly after arrival.
“Everyone used to say I was so hard on my kids,” Hall said, standing at the edge of the crowd at the vigil. “I was hard on them for a reason. It was so they wouldn’t be subjected to this.”
“This is random,” he added. “I always expected for my kids to bury me, not to bury one of them.”
Earlier in the day, Tyshoun Hughes and his fiancée, Tiffany Crawford, arranged candles and hung a white T-shirt from a fence near spray-painted police markings at the crime scene.
The shirt read, “Adrian (Mozus) Hughes. Gone but never forgotten. We love you. 9-18-11.”
“He was a regular family guy with a sense of humor,” Tyshoun Hughes said. “A lot of people respected him. He was just one of the coolest guys to hang around with.”
Around 6 p.m., Jamie Hughes came to the scene and left a message on a sheet spread across the fence.
“To my beloved husband,” she wrote. “Life won’t be the same without your laughter or your smile.”
“Remember that me and your kids will always love you,” she added.
The shooting was the city’s 13th homicide this year, Reyes said. Anyone with information may call Paterson detectives at 973-321-1120.
The reason for his murder is not known or clearly stated but I assume that it was senseless. It’s crazy that an individual can’t walk leisurely to their home or enjoy their life. People are constantly having to be careful where they walk or the words they speak. Whether you are involved in bad behavior or not, you will be a victim of senseless crime. People have to tread lightly. It’s totally unfair to people like me that live straight lives. But this is the reality on Rosa Parks Boulevard.
[Single victim/single offender]
|Race of victim||Total||Race of offender||Sex of offender|
|Other race victims||181||50||26||104||1||162||18||1|
Over the weekend the news of 1-year-old Samyah Bailey getting shot in the eye has been everywhere. A young boy had beef with the toddler’s uncle and instead of going after the uncle he nearly murdered a baby. Thankfully the child is still alive but she lost an eye.
Then 18-year-old Tayshana Murphy was shot dead in the head in the hallway of her housing building. These cowards continue to take our future away. She had ambition and drive and they stole her life away.
This reality frustrates the heck out of me. Another young black male has thrown his life a way and taken the innocence of childhood away. This homicidal behavior continues to perpetuate the myth of the violent black male. Whites will continue to harbor fears of black people.
It’s insane that you can’t even sit outside of your home, allow your babies to play in the park, and walk the hallways of your own building without being the victim of senseless crime. It’s time for parents to take control of their children and for everyone to take control of their communities. This craziness needs to end.
Society isn’t living up to its promises. I was told that if you go to school, get your college education, you will be rewarded with a good job. I’ve done all of those things and I have yet to receive my reward. I worked hard in college. I maintained a job and involved my self in many community services and student organizations while attending college. My reward? Forty thousand dollars in student loans, seven thousand dollars in credit card debt, a Bachelors degree and jobless.
If it wasn’t for my mother I wouldn’t have the basic necessities. If it wasn’t for my sister, I wouldn’t have the material things. I’m living off of women that are struggling themselves to pay the bills and live a comfortable life. It’s not fun living as a dependent adult. This, however, is my reality. Educational attainment means nothing without an income. I am worse off now as a college graduate. Before college, I had a job and I was debt free. Did society mislead me?
I was supposed to be a different story; A child from the inner-city survive the streets, champions education, and earns a college degree. The ending was supposed to be a career. But my ending is reality: Society promotes lies to get individuals to invest in a system that cannot offer rewards. If that isn’t the truth, then it sure seems that way.
What gets me is I add to the statistics; another unemployed African-American. College was supposed to be my way out of the inner-city. The people here are depressed. They work hard only to receive scrap pay. They live in subsidized housing and they can barely afford to pay the hugely discounted rent. My mother is on section 8 and she wants nothing more than to come off of it but she can’t afford to do so. After college I was supposed to come home, get a good paying job, and alleviate the burden from my mother’s shoulder. But I can’t contribute anything.
Everyday when I am walking, I witness unemployment. They’re on the porch, on the street corner, or exiting the unemployment office. They look depressed. The black community is in a depression. I hoped that education was the key to success but it wasn’t. Education is the key to debt.
With this bitterness, I still will not give up on myself. But their are many people who already have given up.