The Interrupters Page #2

So, he all right?

The life that I

lived, being in shootouts,

looking at the devil

face to face...

And I look at my sisters and my

brothers today, you know,

that was once me.

Her father was Jeff Fort,

one of the biggest gang leaders

in the history of Chicago

outside of Al Capone.

Fort is serving a life sentence

for allegedly conspiring

with Bolivians

to commit acts of terrorism

here in the United States.

I understand the fact that

we got polices in here.

There is not going to be any

killing without killing.

Jeff Fort stood

up against the police.

He was definitely a feared

and very revered man

in his community.

But she never lived

off that name.

Ameena made her own name

on the streets.

Growing up, it wasn't his

influence that influenced me

to do anything.

You know, my dad was not there.

When I was conceived,

he was 16 years old.

So when I got older, I was

in a mob with a bunch of guys,

and I was like the only female

that was the lieutenant.

That took care of the business.

It was drug selling, hustling.

You know, one crew was

on the pimping tip.

One crew was on the stickup tip.

Drugs, guns, party, fun.

That was it.

My dad wasn't around, and...

when he got wind of that

I was a part of that team,

he was kind of hurt.

But he couldn't be too hurt.

Because look at what precedent

that he started.

Ceasefire.

Ceasefire.

Ceasefire.

Stop the shooting.

Stop the killing.

I said stop it right now.

Stop it right now.

Young man got shot 22 times.

That's sad.

This is a state of emergency.

This is what

the war zone looks like.

We're sick and tired

of our babies being killed.

This man here

lost a son.

We can't be

quiet no more.

My son has

been killed right here

and we're standing here

with cameras right here

where my son been slain at?

Come on now.

I don't think that's right.

We could have did

this somewhere else.

I have to sit here and try

to say something to you guys.

Who does that?

Would you say that

there's still a code of silence

going on in the neighborhood,

that people aren't

coming forward?

I can't walk around,

go up to people's houses

and say, "Who killed my son?"

I'm not a police officer,

and I'm not a doctor.

You know, I don't know how many

times my son, they tell me 22,

I don't know how many times

my son's been shot.

See, somebody in the background

saying 22.

You a doctor, baby?

That's my son, baby,

you didn't make him.

You his auntie.

We're going to move this on past.

What you mean, you,

watch you don't get what?

You better shut up, don't know

what you're talking about.

Let me just say this,

we just had another homicide.

Just now, while we're marching.

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