Flesh and Spirit
The Warrior Path: Confessions of a Young Lord
By
FelIPe LUCIANO
In the midst of battle, I remember
wondering why he wasn’t fighting
back, viciously. He was known for his
brutality.
I figured he knew he deserved this ass
whipping. His gang, about twenty
of them, must have felt the same way.
They quietly watched Larry get his ass
kicked. Either they felt he deserved
the beating or they didn’t jump in to
help because…because they weren’t
ready to die that day. I had six Canarsie
Chaplains backing me up: rough hewn,
stone-faced, and a collective attitude
that screamed “If anyone jumps in, we
will fuck you up.” Larry’s guys were
right there. Ten yards away. None of
them moved a muscle to protect his
skinny ass.
CHAPTER ONE: The Hit, The Aftermath, The Joint—
PARt ONE
I remember looking up at that
pearlized, iridescent sky that April
afternoon in 1964; a soft, salmon
pink sky with pastel baby &