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law through an actual case transcribed from official police files. From beginning to end,
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It was Tuesday, October 14th. It was cloudy in Los Angeles. We were working a special
detail out of Homicide Division. My partner is Ed Jacobs. The boss is Captain Lorman.
My name is Friday. It was 1.18 p.m. when I got to 2015 East First Street, the second
floor, Hollenbeck Juvenile Division.
Joe?
Hi. What'd you find out?
Nothing yet. Gardner had to go next door. He'll be back in a minute. He gives a rundown
on a thing.
Friday. Ed?
Hi, Gardner.
Hi. How you doing?
Good to see you. How are things going downtown?
Oh, not bad. A little slow. Here, you got problems?
A lot of them. Captain Briefy on any of it?
No. He told us to check with you. You'd fill us in. Said maybe you could use some help.
All we can get. We're sitting on top of a bomb out here. We don't know when it's gonna
go off.
What's the pitch, Gardner?
Juvenile gangs, five of them this time. The way we get it, they're ready for trouble,
all of them.
High school kids?
Most of them. Some of them are in junior high.
Well, how come five gangs? What are they planning, a free-for-all?
It's a long story. They've been building up to this thing for months, all Eastside kids.
We hear it's supposed to be an open war.
Mm-hmm.
Here's a list of the different gangs involved.
Thanks.
You can see there, same crowds we've been riding her down for the last couple of years.
Mm-hmm.
We've got the Purple Heart Gang, the Blue Devils, the Apaches, Happy Valley, Rose Hill.
Here's the breakdown on each one of them. Hard to get exact figures, but we think it's
fairly accurate.
Yeah.
Purple Heart Gang, 26 members, leader Harold Frye, 17, Blue Devils, 18 members, leaders
Jack Holland, age 17, and Bertram Willis, 16. The Apaches, 22 members, leader Robert
Lawson, 17. They're supposed to be the strongest ones.
Wow.
Happy Valley Gang, 20 members, leaders Roy Martin, 16, and Joseph Villanueva, 16. Rose
Hill Gang, 16 members, leader Thomas Resnick, 18.
Yeah. Well, what's behind it, Gardner? I mean the gang war that they're supposed to be planning.
A lot of factors enter into it, I guess. It's my own idea. The Apache Gang's been most of
the promoting.
What's the object, anyway?
The usual big shot idea some high school kids get. The Apaches figure they're going to run
the whole East Side. They've already scared the Happy Valley Gang and the Blue Devils
into joining up with them.
Well, how they manage that?
I'd like to find out myself.
Well, how about the other two crowds? They're Rose Hill and the Purple Heart Bunch?
The story I get is they won't come in with the Apaches. That's supposed to be the reason
for the war. Either they join up with the Apaches or they fight them. That's a warning
they got.
Hmm. They'll be playing it big time, huh?
All the way. Sixteen, seventeen year olds. They got gang lieutenants. They got their
own cards, their own hideout. Some of them even have their girlfriends running with them.
Same age. None of them over seventeen.
Where'd you get your information, Bill?
Half a dozen, kid. Most of them from the Blue Devils and the Happy Valley Gang. They were
mixed up in a couple of after school fights in Hollenbeck Park. The stories they gave
us are enough to curl your hair.
Yeah, how do you mean?
About the big war they're going to have. One of the girls we picked up gave us most of
it. Fifteen year old. Says her boyfriend's one of the big shots for the Blue Devil.
What'd she have to say?
Talked about it like it was some kind of a game they were playing.
Well.
Said the Rose Hill and the Purple Heart gangs were teaming up so they could stand up against
the other three. They've been getting ready for the war for six weeks. They're really
organized.
I don't get it. Who's doing the organizing? Who's promoting it?
I'll get an idea about that and get to it in a minute.
Take a look at these over here.
Yeah.
These are all samples of the different weapons the gangs are getting together for the big
fight.
Crazy kids.
Grass knuckles. Homemade saps. All kinds.
What's this here, Garland?
Have a look. Homemade stiletto. Good six inch blade. Kids are supposed to have dozens of
them. Another one here. Look at this. Ice pick. Anything you can think of, you name it,
we got it.
It's going to be wholesale murder if we can't find a way to stop it.
You've been able to figure what the real trouble is, Bill.
I got an idea, yeah. You asked about the gangs teaming up a minute ago.
We figure we got a young Hitler on our hands. A kid by the name of Robert Lawson. He was
supposed to be the ringleader of the Apache gang. He moved in about a year ago from the
Middle West.
How much you know about him?
Wrote a letter to the city he originally came from. Nothing but trouble back there. Bad
juvenile record. We talked to the boy a couple of times. His parents, too, didn't do much
good. Never had enough to file a petition on him and bring him to the attention of a
juvenile court. We know he's responsible for a lot of the trouble we got, but he always
has some other kid do it for him. Never does it himself.
You think he's responsible for working up the gang, all right, is that it?
We figure he's our biggest problem. We've tried everything to reach the Lawson kid and
settle him down. Checked for the teachers at his school, the principal, vice principal.
They can't handle him. They figure on expelling him if he doesn't straighten out.
How about the other youngsters in these gangs? I mean, besides this Lawson boy here.
We've got notifications out for them and their parents. They're supposed to be in here tomorrow
night at 7.30. Maybe we can break Lawson's hold on these kids.
Sure got me. What's the matter with this Lawson boy's parents? I don't know what's going on.
Can't they control him?
We tried to talk to the parents. They think we're wrong. They're proud of the kid. He's
in a high IQ. They think he's a natural born leader.
Oh, sure. Yeah.
The mother says people just don't understand the boy.
Maybe you should have told them. San Quentin's full of people we don't understand.
The following night, Wednesday, October 15th, the members and ringleaders of the various
juvenile gangs along with their parents showed up at Hollenbeck Juvenile Division as requested.
In questioning each of the youngsters, we definitely confirmed the reports we had of
the impending gang war. The interviews also revealed that if and when the fighting did
start, it would be more serious than we had first figured. For one thing, there were more
youngsters involved than we thought. The gangs had been recruiting new members by the dozen
in preparation for the street fights. For another thing, we found out the teenagers
weren't carrying around eight inch knives and brass knuckles just for show. If fighting
started, they were ready and willing to use them. We weren't sure how much we could count
on it, but after interviewing the parents and advising them how serious the situation
was, they promised their full cooperation. Most of them agreed they'd maintain strict
check on their youngsters and keep them out of all neighborhood gang activities. Some
of the parents took a resentful attitude. They insisted the gangs were harmless. They
accused us of picking on the youngsters. A few of the parents didn't even show up at
the meeting. Among these were the parents of 17-year-old Robert Lawson, the boy who
seemed to be promoting most of the trouble. The following morning, my partner, Ed Jacobs,
and I drove out to his home and we talked with his mother. She was friendly but not
too cooperative. I don't know how you say that, Sergeant. I appreciate you worrying
about my boy, but I'm sure it's not as bad as you think. I don't mean to contradict you,
Mrs. Lawson, but I'm afraid it is a lot worse than you think. It's what the other officers
said too, but you really don't have any proof, do you? I mean, a few idle rumors, you certainly
can accuse Robert on that basis. We're not accusing Robert of anything, ma'am. It's not
the point. What we're trying to do is to head off the trouble before it starts. You were
living in the Middle West before you came to Los Angeles, is that right, ma'am? Yes,
that's right, Nebraska. Well, wasn't your boy in some kind of trouble back there? Yes,
but it didn't amount to anything. Could have been avoided so easily. They just didn't understand
Robert. That was the whole trouble. Is he an only child, ma'am? Yes, just Robert. But
he's not spoiled. I know it's a great temptation with an only child, but we didn't spoil him.
Robert just isn't like that. Uh-huh. You allow him quite a bit of freedom, do you, ma'am?
I mean, does he go out at night very often? Well, he is 17 years old, going on 18. Yes,
my husband and I line to go out as often as he likes, as long as he keeps up with his
studies. Robert's always done very well. He always tops in his class. Do you know where
he spends his time when he goes out at night? He's usually down at the gym or at the library.
You know that for a fact, do you? I trust Robert, if that's what you mean. He tells
me that's where he's going. I believe him. A mother can't believe her own son. Who can
she believe? How about the company your boy keeps? You know any of his friends, Mrs. Lawson?
Few, yes. There's the Miller boy and Jack Holland. They seem to be fine boys. Miller
and Holland? Yes. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with them. Well, there is, ma'am.
What? Both of them have juvenile records. Both of them belong to your son's gang. Really,
Sergeant, how can you say that? It isn't fair. Wouldn't it be better to try and understand
these boys instead of picking on them, persecuting them? I don't know how we're going to make
you understand, Mrs. Lawson. We're not picking on them. We're not persecuting them. We know
there's a gang problem. We know your boy's one of those at the bottom of it. If something
isn't done, there's going to be trouble. We're going to stop it before it begins. We're going
to have to have your help. I'm perfectly willing to cooperate, you know that. That must be
Robert now. Excuse me. Robert? Bob, is that you? Yeah. Would you come in here a minute,
Bob? We're in the living room. Yeah. What do you want? These are police officers, Bobby.
This is Sergeant Friday. Sergeant Jacobs, is that right? Yes, ma'am. How are you? How
do you do? Hi. How about something to eat? I'm sure. Anything ready? I wasn't expecting
you, Bob. Won't take me a minute, though. You sit down there. I'll go out and get a
snack together for you. Can I fix you a sandwich, officer? A cup of coffee? No, thank you. No,
thanks very much. Won't be a minute, Bob. We were just talking about you when you came
in. What's it about, Sergeant? You want to see me or you just want to talk to my mother?
As long as you're here, we'd like to talk to both of you, Bob. I got to take off pretty
fast. Just came home to get something to eat. What's it about? It's about Geronimo. That's
the gang's code word for the war you're setting up, isn't it? I don't know what you're talking
about. Your gang bombed the Apaches. We talked to half a dozen of them last night down at
the juvenile division. Is that right? Now look, son, we've got the names of everybody
in your gang. We know the whole setup. You go ahead with your idea and you're going to
buy a lot of trouble. A couple of cops were here last week. I said the same thing. I don't
know any more about it now than I did then. Honest. What's the pitch anyway? You know
what the pitch is, youngster. I don't, honest. You're trying to say I'm in a gang, is that
it? You're in it up to your neck, son. Now why don't you come off it? We've got you pegged
and everybody that runs with you. That includes the girlfriends you got in a gang. You're
not fooling anybody. You must be a little crazy. I'm not in any gang. I never even heard
of one around here. Why don't you listen to me, boy. You can take this as a warning or
a piece of advice either way. You and your friends keep on playing punk gangsters and
they're going to lean on you. You understand? What is this? Trying to scare me? If it'll
make you change your mind, yeah. If this street work comes off, there's going to be big trouble.
What do you think's going to happen when 200 kids tangle in a fight with knives and brass
knuckles? Now use your head. Here we are, Bob. I had to melt an actual hot soup. Baten
with tomato sandwiches. You always make the soup too hot. Oh, I didn't mean to. Let it
cool off for a minute then. Bob has to eat and hurry along. Is there anything else you
want to talk to him about? No, I think you've heard everything we have to say. I wish you'd
think it over, Mrs. Lawson. You too, Bob. Nothing to think over? They're trying to say
I'm in a gang. They think I'm the leader. You told them, didn't you, Sam? Sure. They
don't believe me. I wish I could make you understand, Sergeant. He's not a gang leader.
Robert's telling the truth. I'm afraid he isn't, ma'am. Well, he is. I know he is. I
mean, after all he's my son, I'm in a position to know him better than you do. Yes, ma'am.
If he was lying, I'd know it. I wish I could make you understand. Mother is the only one
who really knows her, boy. I know Robert's telling the truth. Aren't you, Robert? Robert?
Uh-huh. That's so, isn't it? You're telling the truth, aren't you? Sure. How about some
more soup? Before we left the house, we tried again to talk to Robert Lawson and his mother,
but it was no use. She believed every word he said, and he apparently refused to believe
the possible consequences of the war he was planning for his gang of juveniles. We drove
downtown and had an interview with the boy's father at his work. He was even less cooperative.
He took on a belligerent attitude, accused us of persecuting his son, and ordered us
out of the office. Along with Sergeant Bill Gardner and Frank Kerber, we spent the rest
of the afternoon and most of the following day checking with parents of youngsters who
had been recently recruited into one of the various Eastside gangs. Most of them were
cooperative. Late that afternoon, Bill Gardner, Ed, and myself met with Captain Stein back
at Hollenbeck Juvenile. Strict curfew all over the area. We can start tonight. What
do you figure, just on the weekends? Every night. Sunday to Sunday. I'll get some more
men in to help out. Every youngster out in the street after 10 o'clock gets stopped.
Mm-hmm. Everyone of them caught with knives, saps, brass knuckles, or anything like them,
they're going to be pulled in and filed down. No exceptions. Be a lot safer in custody than
mixing in the gang fight. Yeah, a lot of help. Might teach some of the parents a lesson anyway.
Excuse me. Jovan of the Vision Stein. Where was that? When? Oh, yeah, right away. Let's
hustle at Evergreen Avenue out near the cemetery. Now what is it? Curfew is a good idea. We
got it too late. Huh? Gang warrants already started. Before we left the office, we had
communications notify all J cars on the special detail to proceed at once to the scene of
the major 415 call. Ten cars were ordered to cruise the area surrounding the actual
scene of the fight and to pick up any and all members of the juvenile gangs who showed
any evidence of having been in the fight or had in their possession any deadly weapon.
Captain Stein, Bill Gardner, Ed, and myself left the office on a code three and drove
out to the scene of the gang fight. When we got there, all the J cars and three radio
crews had the area blocked off. An ambulance crew was treating more than a dozen youngsters
who had been injured during the fight. One of the youngsters had a lacerated eye. He'd
been blinded. Most of the other victims would carry scars for the rest of their lives. The
juveniles who had taken part in the battle and who had been lucky enough to escape without
serious injury were being loaded into the J cars and the radio cars. They were to be
removed to juvenile headquarters at 1335 Georgia Street for further investigation. Together
with Bill Gardner and Frank Kerber, Ed and I began covering the area, collecting dozens
of homemade weapons used in the gang fight. They'd be turned over to Pete Brown, Hollenbeck
juvenile to be booked as evidence. Joe? Yeah Ed. Come here a minute. Over here. Yeah. Have
a look. Piece of chain bloodstained on it. Lousy helpers. They're just gonna get it.
Come on. Right. Across the street there. The car in the driveway. Yeah. Help me. Somebody
help him Bobby. What's the trouble? Bobby he was in the fight with the gang. They stabbed
him. He's in the car. Come on. What is it Joe? Take a look. A Lawson boy huh? Yeah.
Knife in his chest. Want me to get the doctor? Yeah call the coroner too. You are listening
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Thursday October 16th 5.35 p.m. After the discovery of Robert Lawson's body in the car
parked in the driveway adjoining the cemetery grounds Ed brought the doctor over from the
ambulance the 17 year old Lawson boy was pronounced dead. The doctor made out the prescribed form
and marked it the O.A. While we waited for the crime lab crew in the corner to get there
Ed and I questioned the girl who'd led us to the body. She identified herself as Ann
Porter age 16. She told us she was Bob Lawson's girlfriend. She readily admitted accompanying
him to the scene of the gang fight that afternoon. I knew what it was going to be like I knew
right then came closer Bob told the kids to get ready. There were little ways from us
when they stopped the other gang the Purple Hearts. Yeah go ahead. There's a kid by the
name of jumpy he's the leader stepped out in front of them and called the Bob called
him a bad name said bad things. This boy you called jumpy he knows real name and no jumpy
is only his nickname. I know him when I see him though I didn't point him out. Well what
happened after he called Bob. I don't know what I know I'm not sure everything seemed
to happen at once. Bob swore at me pushed me back told me to get out of the way. Then
he walked up to this kid jumpy right in front of their whole gang. I screamed at Bob I screamed
at him not to. Why'd you scream what did you do. He had a chain under his coat. It was
kind of short whipline. Bob had it doubled up. Yeah. When he went up to jumpy Bob had
a cigarette in his mouth. He told jumpy to light it for him. It's supposed to mean he's
chicken if he does it. Jumpy laughed at him. Bob took out the chain and hit him across
the face with it. It was always Mike. It knocked jumpy down laying on the sidewalk. His face
was cut bad. Bob had the chain kept hitting him with it. Then somebody gave a yell and
both the gang started fighting. Were you close to Bob Lawson most of the time. No not first.
There was a lot of yelling and kicking and fighting going on. I ran around and was looking
for him. Finally saw Bob. I'm not sure it happened so fast. What happened then. I'm
not sure. I thought I saw jumpy pull a knife on Bob. Long and thin maybe an ice pick. Yeah.
Bobby was still hitting with the chain. It looked like jumpy hit Bob and the chest with
something right over the heart. Bobby stopped. Jumpy did it again. Bobby got why he looked
sick. He turned around and started to run. What happened then. Bobby kept running. I
knew he was hurt. I went after him. I saw him fall but he got up. He kept running. Then
one of the other gang grabbed me. They hit me. It's all right. We understand. I didn't
find Bob until a fight was over. I heard the cops cars coming sirens coming around from
everywhere. I felt sick. I finally found Bob though he was laying in the back seat of the
car just laying there. That's when you called out. Yes. I guess I knew it. As soon as I
looked at him dead white as a sheet. Amy. Not when you find somebody dead not somebody you
love. All right. It'll be all right. It'll be all right. You're lying. You know that
it won't be all right. Take it easy. I love Bob. Didn't you know that. When he graduated
the first thing we were going to get married. Soon as he got out of school we were married.
And. Yeah. How old are you. I'm sixteen. Why. Nothing. It happens to break everybody.
People seem to make a lot of mistakes when they're sixteen. Six thirty p.m. The crime
lab crew arrived took pictures of the entire scene along with all physical evidence and
dusted the murder weapon and eight inch knife for fingerprints. The coroner arrived and
after we'd completed our investigation he removed the body to the county morgue. Along
with a police woman we took Robert Lawson's girlfriend sixteen year old and Porter down
to Georgia Street juvenile division to the assembly room. There a special show up was
held of all the boys involved in the afternoon's fight. The Porter girl identified a seventeen
year old with the name of Warren Stone named jumpy is the boy who'd stabbed Robert Lawson
to death. At least a dozen other subjects in the case identified the boy by his nickname
jumpy. Three members of either gang involved in the fight declared and sworn statements
that Warren Stone was the boy who'd attacked the Lawson boy with a homemade knife. Statements
were taken from all concerned and the ringleaders of the gangs were detained. The other subjects
were released to their parents custody after being notified that they would be filed on
and a hearing held in juvenile court. Ann Porter was returned home by a policewoman. Seven
fifty five p.m. at Jacobs and I took the subject Warren Stone to the captain's office where
we tried to question him about the murder. He refused to say anything. I told you the
truth I told you the whole story I don't have to tell you again. We're pretty sure you didn't
tell us the truth Warren. We know you tangled with Bob Lawson in that fight this afternoon.
No I didn't. We've got statements from a dozen kids son they say Lawson had a piece of chain
he kept slugging you with it they say you pulled a knife and stabbed him. How do they
know a lot of kids had knives anybody could have stabbed him. Why are you picking on me.
It was your knife. It was your knife that killed him your initials on it. I lost a knife
in the fight somebody could have picked it up used it. No that won't do youngster the
handle of the knife's been processed your fingerprints are all over it. How about it
son. Warren come on now what do you got to say.
Nothing. I killed him. 840 p.m. Warren Stone was booked in at Georgia Street jail on suspicion
of one eighty seven p.c. murder. Ed and I got in the car and drove out to the home of
the murder victim to notify his parents Mr. and Mrs. Robert Lawson. Mr. Lawson wasn't
home from work yet. We broke the news of her son's death to Mrs. Lawson as gently as we
could. She became hysterical and we called the family doctor who gave her sedatives.
Later when she recovered herself a bit she asked for the full story. We told her how
could it happen. Bobby. How could it happen. Sorry ma'am there's not much we can say we
tried everything we could to stop it. You didn't stop it. You let them kill Bobby. You
let them kill him. No ma'am. We tried to warn him. We tried to warn all of them. We're sorry.
You're not sorry. You didn't try. Bob's dead. Everything I had. He's seventeen years old
and he's dead. I can thank you for that. My only baby. We're sorry you feel that way
Mrs. Lawson. Why shouldn't I feel that way. You call yourselves policemen. That boy who
killed Bobby. You should have had him in jail in the first place. Young killer. Running
around loose you as guilty as he is. I'm not defending a man but he wasn't a young killer.
Didn't even have a juvenile record. I don't care anything about records. He's a killer.
He took a knife and he killed Bob and you let him do it. You let him. I think we better
be going in. Yeah. You or your husband will have to identify the body. Tomorrow morning
he'll be alright. The county morgue. Dear God. You'll have to be at the coroner's inquest
too. You'll be notified about the time of the day. I hope you have to live with this.
I hope you live with it like I have to live with it. I hope it drives you crazy. I know
how you feel man but you're wrong. I think you'll realize that. They murdered Bob. You
let them kill him. I'll always remember that. Alright. Then you remember something else.
The last time we came here to your house we tried to make you understand. You didn't know
Bobby. You didn't understand him. I was the only one. I always knew what he was thinking,
what he wanted, what he was going to do. I was the only one. No ma'am there was somebody
else. What? The boy who killed him. The story you have just heard was true. The names were
changed to protect the innocent. On November 7th the hearing was held in juvenile court
department 38 city and county of Los Angeles state of California. In a moment the results
of that hearing. And now here is our star Jack Webb. Thank you George Fenorman. Friends
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Seventeen year old Warren Ernest Stone was filed on alleging violation of 187 PC murder.
The rest of the juvenile gang ringleaders were filed on alleging 242 PC battery. They
were all made wards of the juvenile court and placed in detention homes under the supervision
of the state youth authority. They are still confined in state institutions for juveniles.
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