The Boy Gangster

Alberto was just eight years old when he witnessed his first gang fight; it broke out on the sidewalk in front of his house. Just a few years later and Alberto himself was in a gang. He said it started out pretty innocently, just some friends hanging out, fooling around. "But then," explains Alberto, "it starts getting more serious. Oh this guy is fighting our home boy, let’s go help him out. You’re like, ok, he’s my friend, he’s been there for me, let me go do the same thing for him. Then you fight, you make new enemies. And it just progresses after a while." "I had about three friends killed, one or two family members shot at." I caught up with Alberto at an after-school program where a lot of former gang members hang out. When he first started telling me about his time in a gang, the first thing I wanted to know was: How violent did it get? "I had about three friends killed, one or two family members shot at," says Alberto. There were constant shoot outs in front of his house, too. "I grew up with a lot of violence around, so [I'm] hoping that my brothers don’t go thru the same thing as me is a big hope for me." Alberto has three little brothers – their ages are 1, 8 and 13. Alberto talks to the 13 year old a lot about gang life, since that’s right around how old Alberto himself was when he got caught up with a gang. He says it was easy to just kind of "fall into it" since most of the kids in his neighborhood were in one gang or another. Gang life was "almost like a drug, an addiction, like a lifestyle." After a few years Alberto says he just got sick of seeing his friends arrested or worse yet killed. So he backed off. "I mean it’s a past lifestyle for me, but I still hang out with them once in a while at a party, not doing anything crazy, I mean just hang out, we talk memories, old friends, new friends," says Alberto. "Once in a while they’ll call me up if they want to hang at a party and go out and eat, but that’s the farthest I’ll go, I won’t go out any late night cruising like we used to." Alberto asked gang friends where they saw themselves in 20 years, and the three most common answers were: "six feet under the floor dead, or in the hospital, or in jail for life." Alberto never went so far as to get initiated into the gang, so getting out when he was 15 was easier than it could have been. But he felt really alone once he was out. It was "almost like a drug, an addiction, like a lifestyle," he says. "Once you’re in there you know nothing more, you know nothing less. I didn’t know why my mom didn’t want to let me go out when my friends were there. It was like, oh they’re my friends, but she saw it as oh they’re all the gang members, they’re taking my child away. But as the years passed and the more my mother cried, I kind of realized what I was doing." Thanks for the advice, Mom Alberto, who’s now 17, says he mostly got out because of his brothers – he wanted to set a good example. But he has his Mom to thank, too.