Raymond Washington, a name that has been overlooked, gets some of the credit that is his due, thanks to this biography by Zach Fortier.
Everyone's heard of the Crips, but not everyone knows who started the L.A. gang, and even those who were there argue about the origins of the name.
Raymond Washington "started the Crips between the ages of fifteen and sixteen, with bare minimum education, and absolutely no management or leadership training. He just understood leadership at a gut level and perfected his skills by trial and error."
At a tender age, Raymond Washington manifested "survival of the fittest." He commanded fear and respect, devotion, loyalty, and a roughly equal measure of hatred, vengeance, and fierce competition from rivals and victims. Washington was elusive, showing people different facets of his personality and character, so I can understand why Zach Fortier would have a hard time pinning down a definitive character sketch of a man who could channel Robin Hood as readily as Atilla the Hun.
He made enemies: "What no one ever tells you in the Robin Hood story is that robbing someone of their possessions really pisses them off," Fortier writes. "They get mad as hell, and fight back."
As a child, Washington navigated the chaotic streets of the Watts riots, escaping arrest or injury, bringing home swag from a looted sporting goods store. He could have sold his loot. Instead, he gave it away to neighborhood kids. "Raymond was forging alliances, leveraging relationships with his peers, and showing his future leadership style," Fortier writes. "Granted, it was with stolen property, but the legend that Raymond Washington would become was being born. He did Robin Hood like charity on one hand, and on the other, he conducted fearless raids into enemy territory against overwhelming odds, and lived for battle in the streets of Los Angeles."
On the one hand, this is a violent law-breaker known for killing the same guy twice: at the funeral, he'd show up, shoot the corpse, and turn over the casket, adding more than mere insult to injury. Fortier sees a parallel in this to Achilles, warrior of Homer's epic: "Both Achilles and Raymond Washington were more interested in the glory of war, than the spoils of war," and "Each had a ten-year battle for the possession of a city. Each lost a best friend in the battle. Finally, each desecrated their enemies’ bodies in plain sight of their grieving loved ones."
Washington also had his own "Achille's heel" -
"Much like Achilles, the hero of the Iliad, Raymond had a weakness that his enemies had exploited. He valued loyalty and friendship over everything else. That value was used against him as he was called to the car by a familiar voice. He was met by a shotgun blast to the abdomen. The occupants then drove away."
Raymond knew who shot him, but didn't tell anyone. He died an hour later.
Others say the prose is dry, and the biography falls flat. I found it riveting. A gang leader who didn't drink, didn't do drugs, never was seen getting high like everyone else around him: this guy was smart. "He felt he had to always be ready for combat, and had to be sharp to survive."
I cannot even imagine growing up in the world he grew up in. Here was a young man who had the right stuff, the self discipline, the power and charisma, intelligence and skill, to command armies and earn medals of honor. He deserves to be remembered. Many would say "he had it coming," but his story is a reminder that we can do better, as a society, a people. How to reach kids like Raymond Washington and channel that passion and power without the senseless violence of life in the big-city streets? I grew up on a farm in the Midwest, sheltered, isolated. Nothing in my world ever prepared me to live in the world Raymond Washington grew up in. My heart aches for the loss, the bloodshed, the tragedy of a life cut short - most likely as a consequence of his cutting short the lives of others.
Sad, It's all so sad, I'm off to walk my dogs in the meadow and woods, and hope-pray-dream for ways to make the world a better place.