Gangrey
Vol. I · No. 1Prolonging the Slow Death of NewspapersEst. 2026

Fragile Sense Of Hope

'this is south central'

Scott Gold: The boys had made no effort to hide the shotgun, so it was found, loaded, right where they'd left it, on the top bunk in their bedroom, next to a pile of clothes and two school books, "Decimals" and "The Language of Literature."



The LAPD had pulled up to the little house near midnight, with the boys in the back of two squad cars. There had been gunfire in the area, near Vernon Avenue, and the brothers had been picked up during a street sweep. They were known to the police; the older one had been in the Barrio Mojados gang for four years and walked with a slight limp after being shot by rivals. He was now 17.



Their mother let the police inside. There was soup on, still…

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