Sex, murder, and mayhem not only romanticize the streets as business figurehead Shawn “JAY-Z” Carter once remarked. It seeped into the crevices of the section of Studio City, California on Thursday July 7, 1983.
The way that Lawrencia “Bambi” Bembenek’s life twisted and turned warranted books, movies, and television specials. Accused of murdering her ex-husband’s wife on Thursday May 28, 1981 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the jury found her guilty and the judge sentenced her to life in prison. She would serve ten years of that sentence. Why? Because she broke out and escaped to Canada.
John Lennon’s death marked yet another man who preached peace and met a violent end. Gandhi. JFK. RFK. Medgar Evars. Malcolm X. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Jesus of Nazareth. And more. These men had mixed premises but could agree on the value of peace. Their objectives in obtaining such serenity differed, but an assailant(s) all struck them down despite whatever take that they had on peace.
Bernard Charles Welch, Jr. was the man who never was. Rather than applying himself to a trade or profession, he burglarized homes. As a criminal for the better portion of his adult life, Welch debased himself even more when he murdered heart doctor Dr. Michael Halberstam, 48.
I wake up at five o’clock in the morning to one song and one song only. That is Kendrick Lamar’s “Alright” from his album, To Pimp a Butterfly (2015). The echoes of empowerment, fighting through fear, and assuring within the souls of individuals that despite the circumstances, we will match the title of the song, envelop my ears.
Two brutes involved themselves in a crime that took the life of a promising reporter named Sarai Ribicoff. Does it matter that they were black? The descriptive nature is the only thing that matters in pointing out the two savages’ race. Otherwise, race doesn’t even exist, only racism.