As police arrested one suspect and sought another in the shooting death Monday of a 12-year-old Perry South girl, authorities announced an intensified effort to combat a sharp upswing in gang violence.
Anthony “Tone Bone” Wilson, 30, was taken into custody without incident at his North Side home yesterday at 12:30 a.m. The other suspect, Michael “Meese” Gist, 15, of the North Side, remained at large. Detectives had hoped to take him into custody at McNaugher Middle School, where he is a student, but he didn’t show for classes.
Chief Harper said the suspects are members of the North Charles Street Crips, a gang violently feuding with the Tre 8’s gang from Perrysville. The house was shot at, Chief Harper said, in retaliation for some unnamed offense. A male relative of the victims who also was inside is believed to have been the target, he said.
“All it takes is for somebody to look at somebody the wrong way to ignite this kind of activity,” Assistant Chief Bryant said. “If you’re from Charles Street area you don’t come up to the Perrysville Area.”
A 15-year-old arrested for the murder of a smart, innocent 12-year-old girl after pumping 40 bullets into her house with an assault rifle. A 15-year-old middle-schooler armed to the teeth, riding the streets with a 30-year-old gang member, who if I had my way would fry tomorrow (me love killing, grrr).
What can you even say or write or think about this that would ever make it make one ounce of sense? And besides, how can you speak, write or even think over the deafening, angry roar of the internal screaming that rises inside of you?
There’s nowhere to begin. There’s no beginning point or ending point to grasp onto — to put into words the absolute futility of this violence. There’s just a big circle that keeps spinning around and around, and how can any of us jump in and snap it open so that we can walk the line to the end?
We just can’t.
And that sense of hopelessness really really sucks.