Jonathan Redding, suspect in the murder of Grant Park bartender John Henderson, suspected of firing a gun in an earlier armed robbery outside the Standard (Why isn’t it attempted murder when you fire a gun during a robbery? Are we rewarding lack of aim?), suspect in a “home invasion gun battle” in which Redding shot at people, and was shot himself (Two more attempted murders, at least, if sanity existed in the prosecutor’s office), suspected member of the “30-Deep Gang,” one of those pathetic, illiterate, quasi-street gangs composed of children imitating their older relatives, middle-schoolers waving wads of cash and firearms on YouTube: Jonathan Redding is 17.
How many chances did the justice system have to stop Johnathan Redding before he murdered an innocent man? How many chances did they squander?
In May, Fox 5 ran a chilling story about the 30 Deep Gang. Deidra Dukes reported:
Police say 30 Deep is based in Atlanta’s Mechanicsville community. The gang reportedly popped up on their radar about three years ago, and recruits members as young as in middle school.
“They know that the juvenile laws are a little more lax than they are when they are adults so they get them to do so they get them to do more serious crimes between the ages of 14 and 16, they won’t get into as much trouble,” said Harper.
Everybody knows this. Everybody knows that there are 14-year olds waving guns on the streets and 16-year olds committing murder. How can they not know, when there is video evidence of it, not to mention the bodies? Spend a few minutes on YouTube watching the videos in which young men identify themselves by their housing project, some by the names of housing projects that were torn down but have managed to survive in the imaginations of eighth-graders as places where life was good in direct, not inverse, proportion to violence and chaos.
Look at the apartments these kids live in, that appear in the videos: they have little cathedral ceilings and nice fixtures, but nothing else — no beds, just mattresses, no pictures on the walls. Nobody is starving: this is cultural poverty. These are children: they take pictures of themselves in their classrooms, pictures of the school bus, then, inevitably, pictures of wads of cash and guns and little groups of kids who would have a hard time reading Goodnight Moon throwing gang signs with their hands.
What never ceases to amaze me is that I went to college with people who looked upon this stuff as romantic, not tragically stunted. From the first time I walked into an apartment like the ones on these videos, I could see that what we were doing wasn’t working, if this was the result. And yet people still debate this, as if there is anything left to say in the face of such colossal ignorance, and violence, and wasted lives, subsidized by us.
For the last year, the Mayor, the Police Chief, the usual editorialists and academicians, have all been denying that any of this is a problem. One Jonathan Redding is one too many, but the powers-that-be, even at this late and tragic date, want to punish the public for daring to say this out loud. If voters don’t reject this status quo next week, it will be a shame.
Jonathan Redding’s defense attorney is laying the groundwork to claim that her client’s profound ignorance is some type of defense — that he “doesn’t understand” the charges against him. His life was empty, nihilistic, wasted, violent: this is an argument in favor of him. Such routine suspension of disbelief in favor of defendants, and the rules of evidence that block the search for truth at every turn, are in Redding’s favor from now on.
It is not believable that Jonathan Redding is such a naif in the courtroom. Some prosecutor or judge let him go, over and over — first as a truant, then as a juvenile, then as “just a robber” or “just a kid breaking into cars,” or “just a member of the gang stealing blue jeans.” Now he is lucky to be alive, having been shot, and he is facing a lifetime in prison, and John Henderson is dead.
“They know that the juvenile laws are a little more lax.” Our justice system has tied its own hands in a thousand different ways, and the judge wants Redding to testify before a Grand Jury, to give up names.
Who are we kidding? Nobody in the juvenile justice system, nobody on the police force, knows who Redding was running with? How many bites at the apple did they have with this kid?
Sure, put him in front of the Grand Jury; however, the Grand Jury is too little too late: plenty of people with authority to stop him knew precisely what Johnathan Redding was doing and who he was doing it with, but they didn’t take it seriously, and two more lives are over. When will this price finally seem too high?