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Monday, January 15, 2007

Bad kids, Delridge

posted by on January 15 at 12:49 PM

I recently spent a Saturday evening at the Delridge Community Center’s “late night,” a weekend after-hours for young people. I’d read a police report that said there had been a spate of recent assaults at the center because of a gang war between one gang with a really long name, which had been blacked out, and one with a really short name, ditto. When I called the police over there they said, “What gang war?” So I went to check it out. What I found were a bunch of kids playing basketball. I’m sure some of them were in gangs. One was wearing a diamond the size of my thumbnail in his ear. But the ballers were by no means all of a kind—it was the most diverse gathering I’ve seen in Seattle in a long time. And anyway, basketball seems like a good way to lure young hustlers off the corner, at least for a few hours. The sad thing is that the center isn’t open as late as it used to be—it now closes at 12 instead of 1—and staff has been cut.

One other interesting tidbit: The staff at Delridge said they do have occasional problems out in the parking lot. And they’re sure some of the fights are gang related. They also cited the temporary relocation of Cleveland High School from the east side, Beacon Hill, to the west side, on Delridge Way SW. Suddenly, the west-side kids are invading east-side territory. Not quite the Jets and the Sharks, but still an interesting twist in an old Seattle rivalry.

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resent?

Posted by Edit pls. | January 15, 2007 1:05 PM
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I think you've got East and West bass-ackwards here.

Posted by fixo | January 15, 2007 1:38 PM
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Beacon Hill and Cleveland High School are east of West Seattle and Delridge Way. That makes your directional references reversed.

Posted by directional | January 15, 2007 1:40 PM
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Kinda missed the point on this thread. I know a woman who volunteers at the Delridge Community Center in the evenings and when the appropriate staff is not around (or not paying attention), that area can get overrun by gangsters and wannabes pretty quickly.

Posted by abracapocus | January 15, 2007 1:50 PM
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Ack. Sorry. I still have to look at my hands to tell left from right.

Posted by Angela Valdez | January 15, 2007 2:10 PM
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Yeah, this used to be a rough area of town.

All the rumors were true: razor blades in pom poms during games (cutcha), stogies the size of cigars, baseball bats (beatcha), stay out of our turf.

The locals ruled. Kids, looking for an identity. People got hurt, but the smart ones learned to stay out of trouble.

And then we grew up ... wheat from chaff, those that survived went on to other areas. Big families fanned out like dandelion seeds. Most of us never looked back, until years later.

I will always wear the hood in my heart.

Posted by Wendy | January 15, 2007 2:30 PM

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