A few weeks ago, on a normal Tuesday afternoon, an irate female customer angrily drove her White Mercedes into the parking lot of “Best Auto Sales” in desert ghetto outpost, Victorville, California.
Victorville is a large community about 90 miles northeast of Los Angeles. It is a nondescript desert city of tract homes and bland chain businesses. The area offers affordable, low-cost living, unusual when one considers Victorville is in California. Victorville is in Southern California’s Inland Empire, an illustriously-named sprawling dusty region embodied by a barren, unremarkable landscape, architecture and populace. During California’s housing boom which saw urban real estate prices and standard of living soar to astronomic levels in Los Angeles, Victorville, and other inland cities like it, became cheap beacons for people in Los Angeles who could no longer “keep up with the Joneses” in the city proper. This was one of the initial stages of California’s increasing Third World nature which saw elites grabbing up all the expensive land by the ocean while the poor lived in shanty ghettos or, seeking a “better life, fled to the Inland Empire where, conditioned by delusion, they believed they could pretend to be middle class despite the fact they brought all the sordid crime and trashy drama with them that was the epitome of South-Central and Compton.
Rather than uprooting and starting anew, most of these thug-life transplants merely brought their fractured sense of family and dystopian values with them and transformed the desert into one hot sweltering shithole of human oblivion and crime.
The irate female customer was pissed.
She had purchased a Mercedes Benz at this used car lot recently only to discover that the car was a lemon. Determined to fight city hall and driven by the stench of squandered money, she stormed into the dealership, raising some sista-ly hell. She began yelling at the staff, threatening their lives, blaming them for her shitty car and wasted money. In the midst of her meltdown, she became angry at male customer and she began yelling at him, culminating when she punched him in the face. It was this action which precipitated the man’s wife calling police to report a public disturbance.
A one-officer unit was dispatched to the used car lot.
The San Bernardino County Sheriff Deputy, Jaime Pulido, found the female in the parking lot and during the course of engaging her, he routinely investigated her background, discovered she had an outstanding misdemeanor warrant for driving with a suspended license in the city of West Covina. After the Deputy informed the woman of her warrant, she entered her lemony-fresh Benz and tried to drive off. Pulido attempted to remove her from the car by spraying pepper spray through the open window but the woman continued driving her car in a manner that he interpreted as a threat to his life, so he fired his weapon, killing the woman.
Yesterday, a local news outlet, in a quasi-accusatory tone, noted that Deputy Pulido was never placed on leave following the shooting. To which I ask: so what?
It’s not like his actions were horribly suspect. He confronted a berserk Black woman who was threatening lives, punching men in the face, and driving her car in a confined area despite being ordered to stop by a law officer. What does one expect in such a situation? Such behavior cannot turn out well, ever, but one of the intrinsic traits of the ghetto mentality that emigrates to the Inland Empire is an astounding lack of common sense or self-control.
I’ll summarize this story with some generalizations which, though not pretty or politically correct or liberally high-minded, still tell us all we need to know in order to draw the wisest conclusions about the events leading to the woman’s death.
In fact, I could have written the conclusion without the help of news stories.
The name of the irate customer: Lajuana Evadn’i Louise Phillips. OK. With a name like that, chaos can’t be far behind.
All the madness stemmed from a car purchase. A newer model Mercedes Benz van purchased from a local used car indie seller. Who does this? Only someone who needs to displays airs of bling from behind the curtain of bargains and sparkling trinkets. For the same amount of money, one can buy a good pre-owned car from a Honda dealer. No one needs a Mercedes Benz that badly, especially a single mother of 3 fleeing Los Angeles for a “new” life.
Lajuana had moved to the High Desert about a month ago from Los Angeles. “She wanted a better life for her children and wanted them away from any type of gang violence. Her family also said the father of the children had passed away about three years ago and the children will now grow up parentless. “It’s such a shame. She was so excited about her new car, her new place, and her new life. We just don’t understand why or how this happened.”
A sad trainwreck, to be sure. One of countless such tales lurking in the dark desert’s heart.
But does this make the police officer a bad guy? Why must innocent people be drawn into such displaced ghetto madness and suffer for it?