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Spider Quinn 06 - The Lawndale Files - Part 3
Helen opened the door. “Hello, Elisabeth. Stacy will be down shortly.”
Elisabeth Rowe entered. “How are you holding up?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Keeping busy, mostly. My sisters are helping, funnily enough.”
“You’re lonely, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Helen admitted.
“You aren’t alone,” Elisabeth said taking one of Helen’s hands.
“Thanks, but I don’t know you much,” Helen said.
Stacy and Tiffany then came down the stairs. “Mom, Tiffany would like a lift home,” the former said.
“Sure,” Elisabeth said to her daughter. She turned to Helen. “Would you like to come to a café tomorrow evening?”
“I’ll see if I can swing it with work,” Helen answered. ‘It would be a good idea,’ she thought.
“I’ll hold you to it.”
“How’s Quinn?” Elisabeth asked her daughter as she pulled away from the Morgendorffers.
“She’s still grieving, but she’s coping in her own way,” Stacy answered.
“That’s good.”
“You’re concerned for Mrs. Morgendorffer, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Lawndale Sun-Herald
Wednesday, December 2, 1999
Teacher Arrested
Anthony DeMartino, a History teacher at Lawndale High was mysteriously arrested on school grounds yesterday by Federal agents.
When Daria and Jane arrived at school, Mr. O’Neill’s rally was already underway.
“So that's why I say commies aren't team players, so keep them out of team sports. All right!” Kevin said.
“Yay, no commie team!” Brittany added.
“Um, thank you, Kevin. But actually, the communist is your ultimate team player. The team is all; the individual, nothing,” O’Neill said.
“Oh. Well then, never mind. All right!” Kevin then said.
Brittany was about to say something in addition but apparently thought better of it.
“Good morning. As you know, we're here to clear up some misunderstandings and suspicions so we can all feel better about each other and ourselves. So without further ado, I present to you a work in progress, a solo performance I call ‘Nothing to Lose But His Chains: The Life of Karl Marx.’ The year is 1848.” O’Neill pressed play on a tape recorder and an exercise tape began playing. “Oh, dear, that's my exercise tape!”
Mr. DeMartino then appeared.
“Anthony! You weren't kidnapped!” O’Neill said in surprise.
“All right! I finally convinced those glorified dogcatchers from Immigration that I am not an illegal alien. But now I have a question. Who told them I was?”
Daria saw Ms. Barch murmur something under her breath.
“Maybe it was the mind control babes from space, Mr. D., trying to create a distraction,” Charles said.
“Who?” DeMartino asked.
“Them!” Charles said pointing at Daria and Jane.
“Um, I hate to wreck a perfectly good lynching, but you're the ones acting weird,” Daria responded.
“Us?” Kevin asked. “Mr. O'Neill said you're out to destroy football.”
“No! I was telling them about how communists and Martians are the same.”
“That'll clear things up.”
“So there's no communist unfiltration?” Kevin asked.
“And there's no alien takeover?” Charles asked.
“Oh, I don't know. How do you explain that?” Jane asked, as she pointed to where Quinn was joined by Stacy and Tiffany in dressing in all black.”
“We're dressed this way for solidarity,” Tiffany said.
“To help support Quinn in her grief,” Stacy added.
“That makes sense,” Daria murmured as the crowded added a murmur of support.
“Does it?” Jane asked.
“Yes,” Daria said.
“I liked it better when they were under alien control,” Jane groused.
“It was more believable,” Daria said with her usual sarcasm.
“So you see, everyone? Mr. DeMartino's disappearance, all these communist and alien worries... simple misunderstandings, all of them. What do you say we cement our newfound unity by joining hands and singing ‘Man in the Mirror’?”
The teens booed and hissed and left.
Later, Ms. Li called Mr. O’Neill into her office.
“It has come to my attention that you organised a rally this morning.”
“Yes.”
“It was unauthorised! You should have come to me if you wanted to clear up the various misunderstandings surrounding Mr. DeMartino’s arrest.”
“I’m sorry. It was off the cuff.”
“It won’t happen again. Do I make myself clear.”
“No it won’t. I’ll call you first.”
“Good. Dismissed.”
She watched the Language Arts teacher leave. She then went back to the reports that SpiderGirl had been sighted on campus.
That night, SpiderGirl thought about the past two days as she patrolled Lawndale’s downtown, swinging from rooftop to rooftop. Conspiracy theories spreading through the school wasn’t a good thing. But at least none of them involved her. She looked over towards a café where she saw Helen and Mrs. Rowe enter. She smiled under her new, more comfortable, mask. At least her mother was reaching out to those other than her colleagues. She then heard police sirens in the direction of the Creek. With a sigh she then swung in that direction.
Elisabeth looked back at the strange sound.
“Elisabeth?” Helen asked.
“I think SpiderGirl was just watching us.”
“Now who’s being paranoid,” Helen said.
“Anastacia has told me all about the rumors at school,” Elisabeth said, referring to her daughter by her full first name.
“Daria said it was she and Jane who started it,” Helen said as she lead the way into the café.
“But how?” Elisabetha asked.
“Things they said were misinterpreted,” Helen answered.
“That makes sense.”
They then went to order their coffees.
While her mother was talking to Elisabeth, Daria was watching Sick Sad World with Jane when they heard Trent’s cheerful music in a commercial break!
“Hey, it’s Trent’s hell music,” Jane said.
“If you don't have a car or your present car sucks, go to Happy Herb with a few thousand bucks. Then you can drive here, you can drive there, drive where you want, Happy Herb don't care. It won't make you better or smarter, that true, but you can drive around when there's nothing else to do. So go buy a car, buy a damn car, hit the road to nowhere in your Happy Herb car.”
“I'm Happy Herb, and I sell cars, so come on down.”
“So now you know,” Trent said, with shame in his voice, from the door.
“Oh, um, nice jingle,” Daria said.
“You don't have to tell me. I'm a complete sell-out. But I really needed the gig,” Trent explained.
“What's the going rate for an artist's soul these days?” Jane asked.
“20 bucks, an hour of free studio time and a set of tires,” Trent answered.
“That’s it?” Jane asked.
“They’re new tires,” Trent explained.
Sick Sad World returned.
“Hey, look, it’s that guy,” Trent said.
“And what unspeakable acts did the space beings perform on you?” the usual reporter asked.
“They took my flesh and replaced it with an alien synthetic skin. A skin capable of sensations you can't even imagine. But that's not the worst of it,” the former Pizza guy said before breaking down and crying.
“Uh-oh, he's gonna get his skin wet and shrink it,” Jane commented.
“They used me, and then they made me lose my job.”
“You saw it first on Sick, Sad World. Alien love goddesses are depriving Americans of their skins and their jobs.”
Then a shot of Daria and Jane in ‘space vixen’ outfits was shown.
“Hey, cool,” Trent said.
“We should be upset, right?” Daria said.
“I don’t know, those outfits look pretty good,” Jane said.
“You’re kidding, right?” Daria asked.
“Nope!”
“Then again. I doubt anyone is taping this.”
“Only very few,” Jane said in reassurance.
Lawndale Sun-Herald
Thursday, December 3, 1999
Teacher Falsely Accused
Anthony DeMartino claims that he was falsely accused of being an illegal immigrant prior to his arrest on Tuesday.
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More Assistance From SpiderGirl
LDPD report another incidence of assistance from the ‘vigilante known as SpiderGirl’ last night when a car being driven by a thief was stopped by one of her webs.
Agent Krista Bell entered the large building on the edge of New York. Once inside she selected the top floor in the elevator.
A few minutes later, the blonde agent was shown into a large office. She approached the intimidating bald African American man with a goatee and an eye patch over his left eye.
Nick Fury, the Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. “Report, Agent Bell,” he said.
“It’s confirmed. SpiderGirl exists,” she said.
“But is there any indication of her identity?” Fury asked.
“Absolutely no clue. It is too early to tell. I recommend sending more Plainclothes agents to Lawndale, sir.”
“I have already done so,” Fury said. “You live there, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Bell answered.
“Then you are to keep an eye out for her. Gather all the information you can.”
Bell nodded.
“Another thing. There are other things happening in Lawndale. We need to know what is behind those too.”
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"The Lawndale File" [S3 Ep11]
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March 29: Jane Notes
I spent the whole day trying frantically to catch up with all the work that’s piling up around me out of nowhere all the while feeling like I had a second set of eyelids behind my real eyes that were constantly closing. But it was nice out after work so I got a coffee and a delicious raspberry Danish and sat outside and wrote some. I actually had a better time doing that than I’ve had in a while, possibly because my expectations were so low. Then I came home and went to sleep for a bit. Now I want to go to sleep again but I gotta work on the drawer fic first… kind of scared of it because I had a meltdown over it last night—well really over my computer. It shut down while I was in the shower so I had to restart it and I got so flustered about it that I hit a major writing block, like I could NOT think creatively because I was too busy freaking out about the time and being exhausted and wanting to gnaw off my own hand, so I just wrote some notes about what I want to happen next and gave up. I guess this technically does count as breaking my streak but I honestly, truly, tried my best. I could not have done more. So today I need to break through that one sentence that drove me over the edge and maybe try to uncurse myself a little here.
Anyway, I wrote some notes about my Daria/Jane College AU story while I was out and I’m just going to put them here. They’re not really about the fic per se but more about Jane’s character more generally as I try to work some stuff out. I want to go back to writing this fic… writing has been really hard recently, just finding time/energy, and I don’t have a ton of optimism about this weekend but… I do want to rally and do it.
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I was sort of thinking about their flaws and how they could breed conflict. Toying with the idea that [AU] Jane does not have any role models for stability and consistency, other than (sort of) Trent, and that this could lead to questionable decisions. My feelings are mixed. It feels almost plausible but also OOC. Because… Jane’s weak points canonically are not loyalty or stability-related. She and Daria are old married BFFs from the GET. She doesn’t run from Tom when they get serious. She has specific reasons—not boredom or fear of commitment—for ditching Evan and Nathan. Yet I also am intrigued by the vision of Future Jane, how she’s modeled her marriage on her parents’.
The Lanes as a family are flaky and unreliable but actually I feel like Jane has had to overcompensate for them, rather than follow suit. She is sometimes painted (lol) (drawn?) as lazy, loving to sleep—but she’s responsible for the gazebo in Art Burn and Lanebay shows entrepreneurial spirit ahead of its time. Her artistic output is staggering. She’s learned not to expect anything from most family and she’s become self-reliant as well as self-assured as a result.
We do know that she’s impulsive, and fond of creative schemes and theories (DDMD, Art Burn, The Lawndale Files, hooking up with Bobby Bighead, and her bold flirtations with Tom and Nathan). Her creative energy just sort of… runs free. She doesn’t seem to have reins on herself when she gets going. Self-doubt is her kryptonite—she lets any in, she goes off the rails (this jealousy crap—it isn’t me; Fire/DDM, IIFY).
But what does all this COME to? How does it apply HERE? I’m not sure yet.
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In this episode of Daria, her parents are worried she might be communist and this quote cracks me up if this doesn’t sound like something from tumblr “Daria’s never once called us capitalist pigs or or running dogs for the bosses. This is probably her way of engaging in some kind of social activity.”
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In 2010, Jacob S. Rugh, then a doctoral candidate at Princeton, and the sociologist Douglas S. Massey published a study of the recent foreclosure crisis. Among its drivers, they found an old foe: segregation. Black home buyers—even after controlling for factors like creditworthiness—were still more likely than white home buyers to be steered toward subprime loans. Decades of racist housing policies by the American government, along with decades of racist housing practices by American businesses, had conspired to concentrate African Americans in the same neighborhoods. As in North Lawndale half a century earlier, these neighborhoods were filled with people who had been cut off from mainstream financial institutions. When subprime lenders went looking for prey, they found black people waiting like ducks in a pen.
“High levels of segregation create a natural market for subprime lending,” Rugh and Massey write, “and cause riskier mortgages, and thus foreclosures, to accumulate disproportionately in racially segregated cities’ minority neighborhoods.”
Plunder in the past made plunder in the present efficient. The banks of America understood this. In 2005, Wells Fargo promoted a series of Wealth Building Strategies seminars. Dubbing itself “the nation’s leading originator of home loans to ethnic minority customers,” the bank enrolled black public figures in an ostensible effort to educate blacks on building “generational wealth.” But the “wealth building” seminars were a front for wealth theft. In 2010, the Justice Department filed a discrimination suit against Wells Fargo alleging that the bank had shunted blacks into predatory loans regardless of their creditworthiness. This was not magic or coincidence or misfortune. It was racism reifying itself. According to The New York Times, affidavits found loan officers referring to their black customers as “mud people” and to their subprime products as “ghetto loans.”
“We just went right after them,” Beth Jacobson, a former Wells Fargo loan officer, told The Times. “Wells Fargo mortgage had an emerging-markets unit that specifically targeted black churches because it figured church leaders had a lot of influence and could convince congregants to take out subprime loans.”
In 2011, Bank of America agreed to pay $355 million to settle charges of discrimination against its Countrywide unit. The following year, Wells Fargo settled its discrimination suit for more than $175 million. But the damage had been done. In 2009, half the properties in Baltimore whose owners had been granted loans by Wells Fargo between 2005 and 2008 were vacant; 71 percent of these properties were in predominantly black neighborhoods.
– The Case for Reparations by Ta-Nehisi Coates
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Spider Quinn 06 - The Lawndale Files - Part 2
SpiderGirl wasn’t sure why Brittany wanted to talk to her. “What’s up?” she asked.
“Um, What is it like being a hero, fighting crime?” Brittany asked, whilst twirling a pigtail.
“Difficult. But the thanks I get from the people rescued from muggers make it more than worth it.”
“What made you start?”
“Someone died,” SpiderGirl answered, trying not to give anything away.
But it seemed that Brittany made some connections. “Like that carjacking, when one of my friends’ father died two weeks ago.”
“Yes,” SpiderGirl said carefully. “That was the last straw. That was when I knew Lawndale is declining into a crime filled…” she paused, seeing that Brittany got what she was saying.
Brittany nodded. “But you have powers, right?”
“Yes, but why are you asking all this?” SpiderGirl asked.
“Like, after that death, I’ve been thinking about what’s been happening. And maybe I could help in some way.”
“I work alone,” SpiderGirl answered. She then saw the dejected look on Brittany’s face. “For now.”
“Oh,” Brittany said.
“I’ll think about it,” SpiderGirl said.
Brittany smiled. “Cool.”
“Are you heading home now?” SpiderGirl asked.
“Yes, in Crewe Neck,” Brittany answered.
“I can get you to the gatehouse. I need to get somewhere, as I left a friend in a tight spot with another friend to investigate what you were up to.”
“Sure.”
SpiderGirl came to the ground and stood up. “You can hold onto me, but it may be more difficult for me to swing if it’s the other way around.”
“The former,” Brittany said as she threw her arms around the superhero girl.
“Not too tight,” SpiderGirl said.
“Sorry.”
“Let’s go.”
What followed wasn’t scary for Brittany, rather exhilarating, as they headed in a southeasterly direction from Howard Drive towards Crewe Neck over rooftops and through trees.
While Brittany was talking to SpiderGirl, Daria and Jane were having their own conversation.
“Is that song getting happier or am I just getting more miserable?” Jane asked Daria regarding Trent’s music.
“It's verging on bouncy, all right. But please, continue with your delightful presentation.”
“You've got these government types at school telling us to watch out for weird behavior. Then the alien nut on TV says the same thing. Meanwhile, your mother is weird, your sister is weird, and all the kids at school look at us funny.”
“That's not new,” Daria said before Jane could say more.
“Yeah, but now there's respect. And that song? Maybe it's the alien signal and Trent's beckoning to the U.F.O.”
“Ah, but the U.F.O. went away.”
“Well, maybe aliens don't like sucky music and he's actually trying to save humanity,” Jane explained.
“When do we get to the crop circles?” Daria asked, before Trent’s music stopped.
“Uh-oh. The music stopped,” Jane said and hid her drawing under the bed.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Trent asked as he entered.
“Nothing,” Daria answered.
“Nada,” Jane added.
“Not a thing,” Daria said.
There was an awkward pause.
“That's some song you're working on. It's different,” Daria added.
“Nothing different about it. Nothing at all,” Trent denied “I gotta go and, uh, practice my same music that uh... isn't any different from the other stuff I play.” He then left.
“What was that?” Daria asked.
“You're starting to get weirded out, aren't you?” Jane asked.
“No, absolutely not.” She jumped a little as the doorbell rang.
Jane opened the door.
“Pizza!” the guy there said.
Artie Walker was a little worried. He was sure that he saw SpiderGirl carrying a cheerleader when he had dropped the last Pizza. He was certain that she was one of Them. At least the Lanes were good customers. “Could you hurry up? I got other pizzas to deliver, and if I don't get them there on time, they're free. I really gotta go.”
“On your way over here, you didn't see any, um, lights in the sky or anything?” the bespectacled friend asked.
“Just ‘SpiderGirl’ and she was carrying a cheerleader away!”
“You think she’s an alien?” Jane asked.
“Don’t you? No human can do what she does!”
Meanwhile, back at the Morgendorffers, Helen brought desert up to Quinn’s room. Except she didn’t see Quinn there, just Stacy looking at something on Quinn’s laptop and Tiffany looking through a magazine. “Where’s Quinn?” she asked.
“Um, in the bathroom!” Stacy said.
“That’s OK,” Helen said, noting her daughter’s friend’s usual slight panic. “I’ll leave her desert with you.”
“Sure.”
“I know Sandi left. Are they OK?”
“I don’t think so,” Stacy answered. “It’s like they’re drifting apart.”
“I see.”
Helen then went back downstairs, thinking about what Stacy had said.
SpiderGirl and Brittany arrived at the Crewe Neck gatehouse.
“Thanks for the trip. It was wonderful,” Brittany said.
“You’re welcome,” SpiderGirl said. “I’ll get back to you about what you asked.”
“Sure,” Brittany said.
SpiderGirl waited until Brittany had entered the gated estate, then started heading back to Glen Oaks Lane.
The Pizza guy was still talking, as they ate their pizza. “... and anyone who tells you aliens are taking over their body is nuts. All they want is our skin 'cause your skin remembers what it feels.”
“Hmm. Hey, you ever written any lyrics?” Trent wondered.
The guy’s pager then beeped. “Fired again? Man, this happens all the time. Ever since my encounter with those darn aliens!”
“Oops,” Daria murmured.
SpiderGirl arrived back at the red brick house on Glen Oaks Lane and quickly changed back to being the usual Quinn.
“I’m back,” she said to Stacy as she entered her room.
Stacy handed her the desert. “Your mom brought this up for us. I’ve already had mine,” she said.
“Thanks,” Quinn said.
“So, what was Daria doing?” Stacy asked.
“She just went to her friend’s place.”
“OK.”
“I might have run into someone else from school, though,” Quinn said.
“Who?”
“Someone who asked me something about Daddy,” Quinn answered quietly. “I don’t need to tell you who they were.”
“Oh.”
Stacy was quiet for a while, before they started talking about other things.
Daria soon returned home. “Are you OK?” Helen asked when she came in.
“I’m fine. I mean, I miss Dad, but that’s not why I had gone out.”
Helen nodded. “Still, I am worried for both of you.”
“I think it’s Quinn you need to look out for more,” Daria said as she headed up the stairs.
“I know.”
Shortly after Daria got back, Stacy saw her mother pull up outside. “I’ll be going,” she said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Wait, Stacy,” Quinn said.
“Yes?” Stacy asked.
“You’re interested in Superheroes right?”
“What brought this on?” Stacy asked. “Is it SpiderGirl?”
“In a way,” Quinn answered enigmatically. “I have seen some of your books.”
“Oh right,” Stacy remembered. “When I was younger, I collected comics and bought books. But that changed after I met Sandi in middle school.” She looked outside again and saw that her mother was coming up to the front door. “But that can wait.”
“Of course,” Quinn said.
“Wait, Stacy,” Tiffany said.
“What now?” Stacy asked, slightly annoyed.
“Could you take me home?” Tiffany asked.
“Sure!” Stacy said.
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"The Lawndale File" [S3 Ep11]
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2:45 AM EST December 25, 2023:
Hüsker Dü - "The Girl Who Lives On Heaven Hill"
From the album New Day Rising
(January 31, 1985)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: The Minneapolis/Lawndale Connection
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Chicago: Gang leader arrested for sending money to Islamic State (ISIS)
The criminal gang requires all new members to convert to Islam.
CHICAGO — A purported street-gang leader from suburban Chicago who became radicalized in prison faces federal charges accusing him of seeking to provide money to Islamic State militants in Syria, according to a complaint unsealed Friday in U.S. District Court in Chicago.
Jason Brown, the 37-year-old leader of the AHK gang, could be heard on secret FBI recordings speaking admiringly about beheadings by the Islamic State group, the 27-page complaint says. If someone insults the Prophet Mohammed, “his head gotta go,” he is cited as saying.
AHK, which prosecutors say traffics drugs throughout the Chicago area, is comprised of former members of the Black P-Stone, Gangster Disciples and Four Corner Hustlers who converted to Islam, the court filings say. The gang requires all new members to convert.
Brown, who goes by Abdul Ja’Me, handed over $500 on three occasions this year to someone he believed would wire it to an Islamic State fighter, the complaint says. But the middleman was cooperating with authorities and the supposed militant was an undercover officer.
Brown also talked about traveling to territory controlled by the Islamic State group, the filings allege.
Arrested on Thursday, Brown is charged with attempting to provide material support and resources to a foreign terrorist organization. If convicted, he faces a maximum sentence of 20 years behind bars. His detention hearing is scheduled for Nov. 21. Brown’s attorney, Nicholas Grapsas, declined comment Friday.
While in prison in Georgia on a gun conviction, Brown became an ardent follower of an Islamic scholar who called for Muslims to fight nonbelievers, the complaint says. After his release in 2018, he sought to persuade gang recruits to also back the Islamic State group.
The gang is based in suburban Bellwood, west of Chicago. Brown’s home address is in nearby Lombard.
Six other alleged members or associates of the AHK gang were also arrested Thursday. They face federal drugs charges.
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More via the DOJ press release:
Jason Brown, also known as “Abdul Ja’Me,” allegedly provided $500 in cash to an individual on three separate occasions this year, with the understanding that the money would be wired to an ISIS soldier engaged in active combat in Syria, according to a criminal complaint and affidavit filed in U.S. District Court in Chicago. Unbeknownst to Brown, the individual to whom he provided the money was confidentially working with law enforcement, and the purported ISIS fighter was actually an undercover law enforcement officer.
A detention hearing is set for Nov. 21, 2019, at 11:00 a.m., before U.S. Magistrate Judge Sunil R. Harjani in Chicago.
Seven AHK members or associates are charged in criminal complaints filed in federal court. Charged with conspiracy to possess a fentanyl analogue, heroin, and cocaine with the intent to distribute are Tristan Clanton, 34, of Chicago, Randall Langston, 25, of Bellwood, Ill., his brother, Brandon Langston, 22, of Bellwood, Ill., Hezekiah Wyatt, 19, of Hillside, Ill., Lenolis Muhammad-Curtis, 24, of Bellwood, Ill., and Frank Thaxton, 19, of Chicago. Charged with illegal distribution of the drug Xanax is Maurice Thomas, 30, of Chicago. Judge Harjani set detention hearings for Wyatt and Brandon Langston for Nov. 18, 2019; Thomas and Muhammad-Curtis for Nov. 19, 2019; and Clanton for Nov. 20, 2019. An arrest warrant has been issued for Randall Langston.
According to the charges, Clanton is an influential AHK member who leads a drug trafficking operation in Chicago and Bellwood. The organization is responsible for trafficking more than a half kilogram of heroin, at least 474 grams of fentanyl analogue, and distribution quantities of cocaine and other drugs, the charges allege. Clanton and his crew sold drugs near two intersections in the North Lawndale and Humboldt Park neighborhoods of Chicago. Law enforcement shut down the crew’s operation of these markets as part of the federal probe.
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Workshopping names for my Daria podcast
The Lawndale Files
You’re Standing On My Neck
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“Daria: Come on now. Aliens don't hide in the bushes. It's probably just a stalker.“
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