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From Gangland To The Ivory Tower

Jacki Lyden in for Tom Ashbrook

We’ll talk with a gang member-turned university professor about the impact authority figures have on at-risk youth.

Residents hang out at the basketball court at Algin Sutton Recreation Center in South Los Angeles. The center is being included in the city's Summer Night Lights program to reduce gang violence. (AP)

Residents hang out at the basketball court at Algin Sutton Recreation Center in South Los Angeles. The center is being included in the city's Summer Night Lights program to reduce gang violence. (AP)

As a boy in East Oakland, Victor Rios did the time: the gang, the juvy hall, the car thefts and fights.

And there were a lot of cops. The interactions were almost universally negative, and the former gang member describes a culture of mutually assured destruction.

Now, with a Berkeley Ph.D., Rios is still in the same old hood analyzing how young black and Latino young men are socially criminalized, in a swift pipeline from street to prison or probation.

This hour On Point: A sociologist and his autobiographical book, Punished: policing the lives of Black and Latino Boys.

-Jacki Lyden


Victor Rios, an associate professor of sociology at University of California, Santa Barbara. His book, Punished: Policing the Lives of Black and Latino Boys, analyzes how punitive juvenile crime policies and criminalization affect the everyday lives of urban youth. He’s also the author of Street Life: Poverty, Gangs and a Ph.D.

Alex Kotlowitz, filmmaker. Kotlowitz is the producer of the new film “The Interrupters.”

This hour, we’ll hear the following songs.

“The Ghetto” by Too Short
“Mi Barrio” by Los Rakas
“Wake Up Everybody”by John Legend and the The Roots

Excerpt: Punished: Policing the Lives of Black and Latino Boys


A word of caution: our stories are not just for entertainment.
-Leslie Mormon Silko, Ceremony, 1977

You know nothing, and worse than nothing, about the working class. Your sociology is as vicious and worthless as is your method of thinking.
–Jack London, The Iron Heel, 1907

An old, rusty refrigerator had been knocked over on the side of Pelon’s garage. It was white, dented on the edges, and looked like it had not been used in a decade. Its metal cooling rods faced the open sky. A twenty-four case of Corona beer filled with empty bottles sat on top of the rods. We had tagged the refrigerator at the height of our delinquent careers;finely scrawled on the side in black marker were nicknames for sixty-eight of our “homies.”3 I was with Pelon, a former fellow gang member. We turned the refrigerator over and read aloud to each other, “Dre, Moreno, Sleepy, Conejo,” each homey coming to life as we said his name. Eventually we couldn’t help but count. Out of sixty-eight members in the gang—we estimated, based on memory and after making a few phone calls—twelve were in prison serving three years to life, sixteen were in jail or prison serving sentences ranging from three months to three years, and the remaining fortyhad been incarcerated at one point in their lives. We knew this because we had spent years on the streets together, looking out for one another, protecting each other and taking part of each other’s lives, like family. At this moment, on a cool spring evening in 2002, in front of this old refrigerator, it dawned on us that by the time we reached our early twenties, none of the homies had avoided incarceration.

Most of us who were not currently locked up still fared miserably: seven murdered; six permanently injured from bullet wounds—one had been blinded, two paralyzed from the waist down, and three with permanent scars and debilitating injuries—and about a dozen were severe drug addicts, some of whom begged for money on the streets. From our estimate, out of sixty-eight homies only two of us graduated from high school, and only I had made it to college. About a dozen had managed to evade major tragedies, and, by the standards of the inner city, had become successful. Pelon had started a family and worked as a laborer for a moving company making $12 an hour. He was the most stable homeboy I kept in touch with.

As we sat in front of Pelon’s old garage with splintering green paint chips scattered on the ground, we reminisced about “back in the day” when we first met Smiley. We were about fourteen years old and had just recently joined the gang. Smiley was a naïve kid our age who was physically abused by his parents. They often kicked him out of his house and on to the streets as a punishment for questioning them or telling them about his teachers’ treating him negatively. We called him Smiley because no matter how bad his circumstanceswere—homeless, victimized, or hungry—he always kept a radiant grin on his face. But his smile got him in trouble. When we gave him the nickname, he told us he thought it was appropriate because he remembered always smiling in class and the teacher always thought he was laughing at her. When he didn’t understand what was going on in class, he would smile, and when the teacher yelled at him, he would smile. I remember one time when we were hanging out on one of our gang’s street corners,on International Boulevard, rival gang members drove by shooting at us, and,as I turned to tell him to run, I could see he was looking at them with a big smile.

Smiley was an innocent kid who I felt was growing up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Smiley told us stories that from a young age his teachers treated him punitively. He was seen as a problem kid in school, and spent many of his school days in the detention room. On the street, police often stopped him as he walked home from school, even before he joined the gang, because the baggy clothes he wore marked him as a gang member from their perspective. I was there many times when this happened. I had already joined the gang but Smiley was not involved. Yet police treated him like the rest of us. He was followed around, constantly searched, handcuffed, and harassed. Over time, I noticed Smiley increasingly turn to the gang because he believed it was his only source of support.

I joined the gang seeking the protection that I thought police and other authority figures in my community had failed to provide. Smiley, like many other homies, wanted to join for similar reasons. When he was fourteen, we offered to jump him into the gang; a group beating that was the standard initiation ritual. He agreed, and that same night we took him to the side of Pelon’s garage, where, next to the abandoned white refrigerator, a group of about eight of us punched him in the face, slammed him to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. One of the homies grabbed a tall umbrella and hit him with it until the umbrella’s aluminum structure collapsed and the fabric ripped off. After a few minutes we picked him up, gave him hugs, and handed him an “8 ball,” a forty ounce bottle of Old English Malt Liquor. He was officially one of us, part of our “familia,” our “street family.”

Eventually, Smiley and I became best friends. We took care of each other. One day, when his parents permanently kicked him out of the house, I told him not to worry. “I’m going to find you a house,” I said. That night, I stole a 1980’s Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme, breaking the steering column with a large heavy-duty flat head screwdriver to gain access to the ignition rod. I drove it to our neighborhood, walked up to Smiley, handed him a screwdriver and told him, “here’s your new two bedroom apartment.” Referring to the front and rear bench seats, I joked, “I’ll sleep in the front room and you sleep in the back room.”

A few days later, I was pulled over by police for driving this stolen car. When I stopped in the parking lot of a large drug store on the intersection of Fruitvale Avenue and Foothill Boulevard in East Oakland, the cops dragged me out of the car, knocked me on my back, and repeatedly kicked me in the stomach and legs. I remember yelling like a little boy: “Awww! Help! Awww! Help!” The officer kicking me shouted back, “Shut the fuck up! You want to be a criminal, then you’re going to get treated like one!” He stomped my face against the ground with his thick black military grade rubber boots, his shoe’s sole leaving scrapes and gashes on my upper lip and cheek bone. I was fourteen years old. After the beating, I was taken to “One-fitty,” the name we had given the juvenile justice facility in our county because it was located on 150th Avenue (in the city of San Leandro). Neither the beating nor the few days I was held at “One-fitty” taught me a positive lesson. Instead, while doing time, a boy I met by the name of Tony taught me how to sand down a 1980’s Honda car key to convert it into a master key for allearly 1980’s Honda cars. The day after my release, I got a hold of a 1980’s Honda key, scraped it on the cement over the course of a few hours, went to a BART (subway) station parking lot and stole another car to pick up Smiley and “go cruising.”

A year later, after a few stints in juvenile hall and many experiences with violence, crime, drugs and punishment, Smiley, Big Joe and I visited some girls we had met. They lived in a neighborhood where many of our rival gang members lived. When we arrived we spotted the girls sitting on their front porch. As we began talking with the girls, we noticed that a group of about eight rival gang members were walking down the street towards us. We were all about the same age, fourteen to seventeen years old, and all dressed the same: baggy, creased up, Ben Davis or Dickies brand work pants, with tucked in white t-shirts or baggy sports jerseys. The only difference is that we wore different colors to represent our affiliation.4 Apparently word had gotten out that we were intruding in their neighborhood. They recognized us from previous fights we had with them over the past few months. Trying to prove our toughness, we threw up our gang signs and called them out for a one-on-one fight. Their plan was different. They wanted to gang up on us and beat us down. Once they reached us, they surrounded us and we began to fight. I fell down a few times, and the last time I got up, one of them pulled out a gun. I ran. Hearing gunshots, I leaped between two cars for protection. I turned back, our enemies faded away as they scattered behind apartment buildings. I checked my body for blood to see if I had been shot. I was fine. I found Big Joe lying on the ground. He stood up and told me he was fine. We looked for Smiley. He was nowhere in sight. I turned the corner on the car I hid behind. There he was, face flat on the ground. I ran over to him, kneeling over his body and grabbing him, trying to get him to stand up. Smiley had been shot. The bullet hit him in the head.

Fresh human blood painted a picture of death on my brand new pair of white Nike Cortez tennis shoes. I stood on that dark street knowing that my best friend was dying. I thought, as the movies had taught me, he should have been dead the instant the bullet hit his skull, but he continued to twitch and shake as we drove him to the hospital. We’d decided not to call an ambulance; we knew from previous experience that it wouldn’t arrive in time. In the past we had been told by law enforcement that standard procedure dictated that the police had to clear a crime scene before EMTs could move in, and we had lost many friends and relatives to this policy. The ambulance often took over 45 minutes to arrive when someone was shot in my neighborhood. A few hours later at the hospital, Smiley was declared dead.

The police told me that it was my fault that my homeboy had died, and threatened to arrest me for being present at the shooting, with a charge of accessory to murder. I asked them if they were “going to catch the murderer.” “What for?” one of the officers replied, “We want you to kill each other off.” Smiley’s death, and my negative interactions with police, forced me to reflect on the larger picture of youth violence and criminalization in Oakland. Without knowing it at the time, I began to develop a sociological imagination. I began to realize that in order to understand my personal predicament, I needed to find out how youth and police violence became so prevalent in my community. While I could not articulate it at the time, it was at that moment when I recognized, “Neither the life of an individual nor the history of society can be understood without understanding both.”5 It was at this critical juncture that I began to seek answers.

I made it “out the game” only because of the various support programs that I was fortunate enough to find. Before Smiley died, I had dropped out of high school for two semesters. After Smiley’s death, a teacher, Ms. Russ, found out about my troubles and reached out to me. She began to guide me. After ten years of schooling, I finally felt that a teacher cared about me. She contacted my probation officer, recruited university students to mentor me, and demonstrated a genuine commitment to my well-being.

One day, as I walked the line, deciding whether or not I would take my teacher’s support seriously and engage in my education, I had an encounter with a police officer. His name was Officer Wilson. I had been drinking on a school day, and provoked a fight with a rival gang member in front of Oakland High School. Officer Wilson arrived at the scene, breaking up the fight. He took me inside his patrol car and asked me if I was on probation; I told him that I was. Officer Wilson told my rival to go back to school. He put me in his patrol car, drove me to the police station and dropped me off in an interrogation room. He told me, “You know I can arrest you and charge you with multiple infractions…tell me, man, what is going on in your mind?” I poured my heart out. I told the officer my story, my perspective. For about an hour, he listened. He then told me, “I’m going to give you a chance…I’m going to let you go but I want to see you make an effort to change your life around. Next time I catch you I will make sure to lock you up.” This last chance, combined with the multiple opportunities offered by my teachers and mentors, motivated me to begin the transformation process. I was ready to change, and, at that very moment, I found key individuals who were ready to help me along the way. I returned to my teacher and told her that I was ready. She began the process of advocating for me and convincing administrators to give me a second chance. Ms. Russ and Officer Wilson shared an insight in working with troubled young people: if they were to make a change in gangs, youth violence, and negative police-community interactions, a pipeline of opportunities had to be provided for street-oriented youths.

By the time I was ready to graduate, I had brought up my grade point average from 0.9 to 1.9. I was encouraged by college student mentors to apply to college, and I did. I was accepted by California State University, East Bay, under “probationary status.” I told myself, “Probation? I’m already on probation, so it won’t matter.” I didn’t realize that probation in college meant I would be expelled if I received below a C average, not that I would have a probation officer following me to every class I attended. I completed my B.A. degree in four years while I worked full-time to help support my siblings. I chose not to live in the university dorms, instead moving in with my mother, Raquel, my sister, Rosa, aged 12, and my brother, Miguel, aged 14, who was in a gang, addicted to crack cocaine, and in and out of juvenile hall.

Throughout my childhood and adolescence, my family had lived on 88th Avenue and D Street in “Deep” East Oakland, 33rd Avenue and East 15th in East Oakland, and the “Lower Bottom” of West Oakland; wherever my mother could find an affordable apartment. During my first two years of college, we lived in a small dilapidated shack in West Oakland. It had a cracked foundation that made the termite-infested house rock anytime we walked up the stairs. Crack-dealers usually sat on our steps in the middle of the night. They were often loud, yelling, and beating up on their girlfriends or crack-addict customers.

Despite my making it into college, conflict continued. Again, I asked the police for help, and again, they ignored me. We were forced to move after my mother’s brother, my uncle Dario, was gunned down and killed while he stood between my mother and I on the corner of our street. It seemed that police were there selectively, to arrest my family and friends for petty acts, but not to arrest the main drug dealers and victimizers who continued to prey on my community. As a researcher in the making, I wanted to understand why and how these officers would ignore certain major crimes and at the same time arrest so many residents for such minor infractions.

These experiences made me hanker for an understanding of urban violence and the government’s treatment of the poor. In my college courses, I read books that discussed the government’s neglect of the poor. While insightful, these books missed a key process that I had personally experienced: the state had not abandoned the poor, it had reorganized itself, placing priority on its punitive institutions, like police, and embedding crime control discourses and practices into welfare institutions, such as schools. In my perspective, the state, in my community, had punitively asserted itself into civil society. However, I could not be certain that the ideas I developed from my personal experience applied to anyone else. I needed to see if these experiences applied more broadly to the youth growing up in the flatlands of Oakland during a different time period. I applied to graduate school to pursue this study. In 2000 I was accepted as a Ph.D. student at the University of California, Berkeley. Given the opportunity to study race, inequality, and crime with some of the leading intellectuals in the country, I decided to try to understand the social forces that impacted the community where I was raised.

To begin to understand this process, I befriended, mentored, observed and interviewed Black and Latino boys in Oakland for over three years. As I spent more time in the field, I realized that while violence was very prevalent in the community, criminalization was also a “fabric of everyday life” for the youths I studied.6 As my research unfolded it became clear that there existed a powerful culture of punishment in this community, which shaped the ways in which young people organized themselves and created meanings of their social world.

The insights gained by observing and interviewing these young men, as well as participating in the environment they navigated daily, helped me expose the role that criminalization played in their lives. I define criminalization as the process by which styles and behaviors are rendered deviant, and are treated with shame, exclusion, punishment, and incarceration. Criminalization does not only occur in the law, it crosses boundaries, and follows the young people in this study across an array of institutions, including school, the neighborhood, the community center, and the family.7 In other words, the young men in this study found themselves in situations where their deviant and non-deviant behaviors were constantly treated as threats, risks, and crimes by the various institutions they navigated. I define this ubiquitous criminalization as the youth control complex, a system in which schools, police, probation, families, community centers, businesses, and other institutions collaborate to treat young people’s everyday behaviors as criminal activity. Young people, who become pinballs within this youth control complex, experience what I refer to as hypercriminalization, the process by which an individual’s non-deviant behavior and everyday interactions become treated as risk, threat, or crime, and in turn have an impact on his or her perceptions, worldview, and life outcomes. The youth control complex creates an overarching system of regulating the lives of young people, what I refer to as punitive social control. Criminalization results in punishment. Punishment, in this study, is understood as any outcome resulting from criminalization that makes young people feel stigmatized, outcaste, shamed, defeated, or hopeless.

While I began this project with my own life experience in perspective, I resumed with a systematic an empirical examination of the lives of the youths in this study. Life-stories and voices of youths teach us about the mechanisms of criminalization that are a part of their daily lives. Observations allow me to uncover the contradictions between what is being said and what actually occurs, and to corroborate or confute what young people have told me. From this point forward, the generalizations that I make come from the empirical data, unless otherwise noted.

My central argument is that criminalization was a central, pervasive and ubiquitous phenomenon that impacted the everyday lives of the young people that I studied in Oakland. As soon as they entered the penal system, many young men were often caught in a spiral of punishment and incarceration. This cycle began before their first arrest – it began as they were harassed, profiled, watched, and disciplined at young ages, before they had committed any crimes. Eventually, that kind of attention led many of them to fulfill the destiny expected of them. Criminalization left marginalized young people very few choices, their environment’s option towards crime and violence often notwithstanding. Previous theorization has stopped here, describing this entrapment, blocked opportunity, and victimization. I move beyond these ideas and demonstrate that agency is very prevalent. A paradox existed among the youth in my study: criminalization became a vehicle by which young people developed political consciousness and resistant identities. Unjust interactions with the youth control complex created blocked opportunities, but they also ignited the boys’ social consciousness and developed worldviews and identities diametrically opposed to the youth control complex. Some boys developed a more formal political identity that called for a change in the system which so oppressed them.

My hope is that the first-person account and evidence I provide of the overarching reach of criminalization and punitive social control in the lives of young people will inspire policy makers to create alternative, more reintegrative, approaches to social control; that education, criminal justice, and community practitioners change punitive practices and establish genuine caring relationships with these youngsters; that researchers shift their levels of analysis so that we can account for other processes in the inner city beyond violence, pathology, or fixed typologies;and that by reading this book youth become motivated to succeed despite the obstacles they might find in common with the youth in this book. There is a way to transform punishment, to generate creative means of social control, which provides viable rehabilitation for delinquent youth and which does not spill over and affect young people who have yet to commit crime. It will take imagination and the courage to adopt successful models that attempt to transform the punitive way in which young people are treated in marginalized communities. A few individuals, like my teacher and Officer Wilson, who have broken away from punitive social control and aim to change the way young people are treated, exist and can serve as examples. Maybe then a new generation of former gang members and delinquents will read names from an old refrigerator, and celebrate multiple high school graduations and college degrees, instead of grieving for the incarcerated and lost lives of their friends and family.

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  • Michael

    It’s great that he turned his life around and is trying to help youths in gangs.

    Can’t wait to hear what he has to say. from his Excerpt it sounds like it going to be pretty good. 

  • Terry Tree Tree

    INSPIRATION TO DO GOOD, OR CONDEMNATION TO DO BAD.  The choice each of us adults make, as we deal with children, CAN make the difference of responsible citizens, or whatever else they turn into!  You’ll have ‘failures’, or what appear to be ‘failures’, because they have been taught by experience NOT to trust!  Your own actions, are your best lesson!  If they catch you in a lie, that is your legacy with them.
         INSPIRE SOMEONE!!  You won’t believe what it does for you!

  • Marisa879

    What an amazing story. I’m also so glad it is not being spun as “I did it, so can you” because too often when someone succeeds against the odds it is used as a way to dismiss the effects of institutionalized racism, sexism, etc. We have a lot to learn from Victor and I am looking forward to the show.

  • Garavito

    the companion book is a great resource four current and future educators. It provides a insight on the impact of education and teachers can advocate for students. it also helps us [educators] acknowledge that dispite institutional barriers, families and students are nurturing skills and knowledges that help them navigate the system. Our role is to be an advocate, an individual that goes beyond caring and takes action and fights for social justice

  • Tina

    I’ll have to hear this topic in podcast because of my schedule today.  When I DO get to listen,  I’m almost certain that I’ll find that this is one of the top-most important topics in American life today.  Thanks for airing this!

  • dave in cambridge

    This is such an idle exercise.  Whether one is in the hood or ‘burbs the outcome simply involves the availability of a positive role model and a intrinsic fascination with the civic side of life.  Either one is fortunate to have been exposed to those two elements, or you’re doomed to be a loser.  db

    • dumspirospero

      I think your characterization of an “intrinsic” fascination with civics is trite and pretty disingenuous.  For many of these youth, civic institutions represent the very part of the youth control complex Victor Rios refers to–the arm that punishes them.  I would imagine that it would be difficult to have a healthy “fascination” with this “side of life” except to wonder why the police are slamming your head against the pavement when you supposedly have 4th amendment protections against illegal searches and seizures, or why they harass people who look like you when you’re hanging out in the park. 

      In this respect, while mentors are extremely important, it makes a huge difference whether you grow up in the “hood or ‘burbs.”  Mentors are not the only answer (but are exceptionally important), Involved and engaged parents are crucial (but this alone won’t do), neither will only community-minded police officers, teachers, and other civil servants who provide dignity to at-risk young people (though this is huge as well), nor is bridging capital (although extremely critical) the only option, neither will only  institutional reform and combating the prison industrial complex (which increasingly specializes in the warehousing of poor youth of color), nor is it simply reforming remnants of inadequate public education schemes facilitated by No Child Left Behind, nor will creating more and doing away with scarce economic opportunity in the form of secure employment with benefits that allow for wealth building in low-wealth communities be the only answer. But some combination of all of these things will work to help these youth succeed.

      As such, your contention that only mentors and some sense of personal responsibility are the only solutions to many of the issues facing these youth is completely disingenuous and out of touch.  I taught in a public high school in DC, and having students confide in you about how being born in jail, and having mothers with addiction, and siblings who raise them, affects them, it is simplistic to counsel them to read de Tocqueville, believe in Rosseau’s concept of a social contract and be a benefit not a detriment to this society.  You should stop espousing platform politics when there are folks out here trying to look for real solutions.  It might be more helpful for you to stay in the ‘burbs and watch the Wire and shake your head at these kids who don’t believe in the might of democratic principles when they clearly don’t live in the same world as you.

      In brief, kids in the ‘burbs don’t deal with the collateral issues discussed above–I’ve never heard of suburban kids attending four funerals a year for their friends who died to street violence.  Let’s not pretend those kids exist in the same world as these kids.

  • Walter in Florence SC

    Rios mentioned being treated with dignity by people who expected him to      be more than a criminal.  It reminded me of what an old educator said:  “Children are not what they think they are, they are not what you think they are, but they do have a tendency to become what they think  you think they are.”  

  • debhulbh

    That was a very poorly constructed interview. Those who truly had something constructive to say, such as the teacher calling who had worked for 16 years with disadvantaged children, she was cut off mid sentence, by Ms. Lydon, despite having been asked if she taught teachers by your main guest. Ms. Lydon was not able to pick up on the important points, wafted over strong points and lingered on drawn out ones. I find her interviews difficult to listen to due to that inability to catch on to the important points caller and guest speakers alike. That inability to push the important points forward and tap the weak ones down makes for a cringing type of an interview from a listener perspective
    This topic is much too important not to have thee best speakers possible to speak to the injustices that these young men experience everyday.The calibre of speaker for this cause must be improved, some of the speakers for youth reform were not terrific speakers and therefore were not able to get across their points, despite having the passion and will etc. which is indeed commendable and all that. However to get the job done, that is, to improve the cause of these young men, you must have proficient, capable speakers.That these young men being incarcerated for huge terms for non-violent crimes, this an injustice that tears at a persons heart. This policy is not serving the community at large. If we are to believe all of the sensationalism that exists around prisoners, we are to beleive that all of them are big baddies and are going to kill and maim etc. That is simply not true. Many, huge percentages of these men are 1st time non-violent offenders and they made a mistake, must they be furthermore subjected to inhumane and harsh treatments. Locked away in solitary without cause, perhaps they had an extra candy bar in their cell, or some other minor infractions and they get put in the hole indefinitely. This is truly barbaric and unacceptable. Young men subjected to wayward guards who hiss hatred into their faces saying “I hate inmates” (some of course do not engage is such practices) but this does exists and that type of indignation and unfairness exists throughout the prison system and is damaging hugely so to our young men and women.Lengthy prison sentences do not work, studies have shown other countries that have lowered the length of sentences have seen a marked drop in recidivism.None of this should be dismissed the studies are there to quote and refer to. The ‘unlocking of america’ is one such study and has practical legal advice based on studies  of all of the above. EVERYONE CONCERNED MUST READ IT> We need a system based on compassion, not punishment heaped on punishment for these young men. The fact that over 4 million black americans are not eligible to vote due to felon history means that political representative for the very population who needs representation is in a deficit and growing madly. It is time to write and write and write to senators,on this issue, not once, but monthly. If you have  a loved one in prison, or ever had a relative, you must, you must insist on change. Change starts with your one letter, if 4 mill people write to President Obama and cite this study Unlocking America” don’t you think he will sit up and look at this and bring about some long overdue changes.Write and quote this study, that is your homework. Spend an hour a day until you have compiled your letter. Write and send it off to your state senators and to the president, ask for a response and follow up with phonecall. Once a month until 4 milion people jam up the switchboards at the white house insisting on change for our young men and women locked away in cages. IT IS INHUMANE to treat them so.May God keep them safe and whole until they can rejoin their children and families and communities once again.

  • debhulbh

    I should have said Victor Rios was a terrific advocate and speaker we need more people like him to speak to this. Thank you for your work

  • dave in cambridge

    I must add that it’s unedifying when the issue is inevitably in the parameters of income and race.  One need only to look at the inane behaviour of priviliged White kids c1970.  We all go through that anti-authority cliche in our teens.  The key in all instances is to transcend the dumbness of ones peer group!  db

  • md

    This was a gorgeous interview and I thank you for it.  

    I also wonder if it’s possible, when a guest is cut off, to allow them to finish their story online—either with an audio clip or in writing?  

  • DG

    Wow. Great program. Worst time to cut off a guest *ever.* Take a page from The Daily Show: go to commercial as planned, but get the rest of the guest’s story and put it up on the web.

  • Listener

    I just listened to the podcast this afternoon.  Excellent program.  I wish Dr. Rios much success in conveying his message to those who need to hear it, that is, to those who REALLY need to hear this.

  • Alsogrewupinpoverty

    I think the biggest props go to the CA state university system for making higher education possible, even for young people with the kind of background as the author and “Little G”. Kudos. 

    One issue that I think is crucial that wasn’t addressed: the role of PTSD and trauma in perpetuating the cycle of violence in the ‘hood. The story of the kid and the 25 cent potato chips vaguely referred to the kind of powerlessness that young people growing up in the ‘hood can feel. But the issue is far larger than was alluded to in this show. Violence begets powerlessness which begets violence, every single time. 

    Best of luck to “Little G”. He really laid out some of the biggest issues facing the ghettos today. Whether it’s a medical degree or a masters in nutrition, I hope he finds a way to pursue his passion for making a difference. 

  • Rico Suave

    That’s how I grew up like Victor…we where from the same gang, but different group, everything Victor talk’s about take me back to my teen age years that where lost in those East Oakland Street’s….Yes I maid it out, and I get to tell my story.

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This Friday, Aug. 22, 2014 photo shows a mural in in the Pullman neighborhood of Chicago dedicated to the history of the Pullman railcar company and the significance for its place in revolutionizing the railroad industry and its contributions to the African-American labor movement. (AP)

On Labor Day, we’ll check in on the American labor force, with labor activist Van Jones, and more.

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Our Week In The Web: August 29, 2014
Friday, Aug 29, 2014

On hypothetical questions, Beyoncé and the unending flow of social media.

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Drew Bledsoe Is Scoring Touchdowns (In The Vineyards)
Thursday, Aug 28, 2014

Football great — and vineyard owner — Drew Bledsoe talks wine, onions and the weird way they intersect sometimes in Walla Walla, Washington.

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Poutine Whoppers? Why Burger King Is Bailing Out For Canada
Tuesday, Aug 26, 2014

Why is Burger King buying a Canadian coffee and doughnut chain? (We’ll give you a hint: tax rates).

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