I WAS RAISED in Los Angeles, California, from the mid-1980s to the early 2000s. When I was growing up, my mother used to caution me not to interact with gang members and would prevent me from purchasing or wearing clothes that might be associated with gang outfits. Relatives often talked about “cholos,” which is a term for Latino-American gang members, often in the SoCal Latino gang subculture, and conversations frequently revolved around drive-by shootings, thefts, drug trafficking, and assaults.
It wasn’t just talk. The danger was imminent, lurking on the streets and within the walls of my house. When I was only five or six years old, my family and I lived on Union Drive. My mom rushed into the living room and pushed my younger sister and me to…