San Bernardino County – Gang Warfare – East Highlands Ranch – Baseline Avenue – LA Riots

The corner of Water Street and Crem at Highland’s northern edge provides a serene and pristine December nocturnal view of the San Bernardino basin below.  The blinking blue and red lights of the  planes in their final approach to LAX, Ontario and John Wayne airports stand out against the backdrop of Orion and the Southern California starscape.  East Highlands Ranch is a protected and sterile enclave standing in sharp contrast against the blight and slums of Baseline Avenue – running off into the western horizon.  The $101 monthly homeowners association fee is a necessary evil to force standards and compliance and preserve property values among fragmented and isolated neighbors.

Patton State Mental Hospital on Highland Avenue is surrounded by modern development and is a fascinating throwback to the setting is must have enjoyed in the early days designed for the rural isolation against the eastern foothills of the Los Angeles corridor.

The glory days of Norton Air Force Base and cold war economic infusion have given way to the black hole known as the San Bernardino International Airport plagued with corruption and delay; the silent runway terminating at Tippicanoe.

San Bernardino is consumed under the weight of a heavily Mexicanized culture dominated by gang warfare and territorial claims.  The clothing hanging on the conveyer belts in the dry cleaners next to Stater Brothers on 5th street in Highland speaks volumes about the economic nature of San Bernardino County at large.   A large majority of garments draped in thin plastic are sheriff and police uniforms.

When urban areas begin to disintegrate economically the best remaining jobs become those in law enforcement and the county judicial system.  South Redlands and Highland have managed to stem the tide against blight – to a certain extent.  The Redlands Mall sits empty.  An economic bright spot in the region is the Native American San Manuel Indian Bingo and Casino which provides economic reinvestment via gambling.  California Casino’s are essentially consolation prizes to make historical amends for land theft and displacement of first nation peoples.

The problem with Southern California in general is that there are too many people for the available resources.  Something as simple as parking or making a left turn on green has become a major ordeal.  If you go back to the early days of the 1991 LA Riots the smoke of those fires drifted to the foothills of Pasadena.  What happens in these scenarios is that the inner city populations burn down their own business districts and the white police create lockdowns and borders to contain the violence – primarily so that the unrest does not spill over to the white affluent enclaves of West Los Angeles and Orange County.

When society collapses, among other things, one of the unpredictable elements is that people will not be able to refill their prescriptions for their anti-anxiety medications and primarily their anti-depressants.  Under these current circumstance of societal peace the pace of compressed fragmented society is already at a frenzy and near breaking point.  Seething just under the surface of road rage and routine gang violence are the makings of a San Bernardino Apocalypse.    The only escape routes are over the mountains or through the deserts.

Just as Google routinely shakes the sandbox to realign artificial manipulations of search, so too, the next big Earthquake will shake the core of the region and those left standing are those who are prepared beforehand.  Although already so, the racial lines will become more defined. The Asian enclaves of San Marino, South Pasadena and Arcadia; the Latino frontiers of Pico Rivera, Montebello, Bell; the African-American townships of Carson and Commerce and Long Beach, set in amongst everything else.

A Prayer for Financial Breakthrough

I come before you Jesus as the provider and redeemer of all situations and problems. You are the Lord. You have all provision. These financial mountains in the physical world in which I live are real. I speak to the mountains by faith and say to them – “be made low”. I ask for wisdom and faith to target an explosive spiritual missile at this obstacle. “Drill a tunnel”. Blow it up Jesus. Move out of the pathway. You said that we could move mountains with small faith. Giant arms wrap around the mountain and rip it out by the bedrock and roots and move it to the side. The blockage is opened. I speak to the Mountain of the financial zero point. Open a valley. The breeze and the water flows through. Rich abundance and provision. I speak to the practical. The out working. The business ideas. Exchange in the marketplace. The unexpected. Jesus, the most bizarre story in the scriptures, I don’t understand, is paying the tax by catching a fish with a coin in it’s mouth. I take that as finding supernatural blessing in my vocation. Doing what I already know to do and seeing your miraculous provision. Move these mountains, open a valley, provide opportunities and willingness. Target the blockages, open, clear, space in the name of Jesus. Thank you for your answers. Thank you for your powerful excavation of the road forward. Amen.

Prison Camp – York County, South Carolina

“You have to focus on your own program. Keep to yourself and fly under the radar. Be anonymous. Don’t volunteer any information about anything. Don’t talk about how short your time is. Don’t draw attention to yourself. Don’t talk too much or be overly friendly. Respect boundaries. Keep yourself neat and clean. Organize your personal items and don’t make too much eye contact with anyone – at least at the beginning.”

The Prison Camp is next to the York County Detention Facility. The entire complex is part of the Moss Justice Center. The names are misleading because the detention facility is actually the maximum security facility and the prison camp is a minimum security work dormitory housing inmates who are in for unpaid child support and unpaid traffic tickets. All things are relative in their scope and interpretation.

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Los Angeles County Men’s Central Jail

“I watched a deputy turn the pages of a Heckler and Koch firearms catalog and converse with his comrade about a personal weapons purchase. The jail complex is a labyrinthine warren of passegeways and stairs and locked rooms.”

You bend over and spread your cheeks and the cop checks your anus for contraband. You are all standing around the stainless steel table naked. Your filthy blue pajamas wadded in a bundle with a big plastic zip-lock bag holding your personal papers and few inmate snacks, cup o’ noodles and candy bars.

The full spectrum of body types from the street emerge, rib cages showing, emaciated bodies of the homeless, the muscular marked tattooed gang bodies of the homies and the aerodynamic gorilla anatomies of the street Africans. The young shaved-head white sheriff deputies yell at you to squat down “like you are taking a shit in the woods” and lift up your balls. You stand back up facing the putty colored cinderblock wall, lift one foot at a time and wiggle your toes while a trustee takes your dirty clothing and throws a new bundle of pajamas and towel on the cold cement floor next to your feet.

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