You could’ve spotted detective Daniels from far away. Sitting in his unmarked Crown Victoria car, with his signature Ray Ban frames on smoking his favorite brand of cigarettes. If you didn’t know who he was you had to have been living under a stone. He was infamous in the town of Pitchville, and hated amongst the young black boys who hung out on Elm Street. Pitchville was a small town, with city problems. Elm Street was a notorious block and the crew that ran it was known as the Grim Reaper Boys or “G.R.B”. This gang went back generations on Elm Street, and was highly respected on a street level. G.R.B. was different from the gangs you normally hear about in a sense that they were all about keeping drugs out of their neighborhood and protecting everyone who was from there. They were the types of guys who helped the elderly carry their groceries and walked all the children home when they got off the school bus. Detective Daniels came from a police family and was raised across town on the nicer side of Pitchville. Daniels had a thing for flexing his authority on the black males that hung out on Elm Street. He’d always drive by and taunt them, hop out and make everyone leave the scene for no reason at all. Daniels always felt threatened by “G.R.B.” because they would stand up for themselves and weren’t afraid of him like some of the smaller crews on other blocks were. There was something about the unity on Elm Street that the detective didn’t like. He was intimidated by them but knew he was protected by his badge. The Leader of G.R.B. was a young kid by the name of Clarence. Clarence’s whole family was from Elm Street. Clarence was short with Dread locks and wore army fatigue suits all the time. Although he was smaller than most the guys he hung out with Clarence was nice with the hands and well-respected throughout all of Pitchville. This was the detectives arch nemesis. For years detective Daniels and Clarence clashed because the detectives father killed Clarence’s father in an altercation years back that was ruled an accidental death. Even with video footage of the incident the court somehow ruled “Big C’s” death an accident. Elm Street begged to differ. A few weeks after Big C’s funeral Detective Daniels father was sitting in his squad car and was burned alive after an unknown assailant threw a molotov cocktail through his car window. It was revenge, and no one said a word. Detective Daniels life was dedicated finding out who killed his father and he knew it was someone from Elm Street. Someone from G.R.B. The summer was approaching, and it was going to be one that would affect Detective Daniels and Clarence forever.
The sun that June scorched the streets of Pitchville that whole summer. GRB loved it, They were outside everyday. So many memorable moments were created. Detective Daniels came around all the time. He gave the guys on Elm street a hard time whenever he saw them congregating on the sidewalk or in front of Jose’s bodega on the corner, Clarence was beginning to become a true leader in his community. He was bringing all the neighborhood crews together and planned to have them all under the same umbrella. Clarence had a vision. He wanted better for his community. He was a very understanding person, This made him easy to talk to. The other neighborhood crews followed suit almost automatically. They realized the strength in numbers. Clarence was able to tolerate a lot of things, but when it came time to put in work he reacted swift, and viciously. Going to war on the same side as Clarence gave even the most timid guy on the block some heart. He brought the best out of his crew whether it was the good side or bad side of them. It was the 26th day of June and it was the hottest day that summer. Clarence was awaken by his mother and sister screaming as if someone just died. Someone did just die. Clarence’s cousin Jamelle was gunned down by police early that morning after an altercation with a Pitchville officer. Elm street, and every other black and brown community in the area were outraged. Clarence turned on the TV to channel 7 news and saw his cousin being carried off the scene on a stretcher. Tears filled his eyes and he clenched his fists as tight as he could. He was feeling a million different emotions all at once. He dropped down to his knees and broke down. That night the whole Elm street was outside on the block. Bottles of liquor flowed all night. Jamelle was loved on his block, it was like the hole street took a loss. Elm street was a close-knit Neighborhood. Normally the police would have come and shut down the festivities, but to everyone’s surprise not one marked or unmarked car drove through. They new emotions were on high, and that they were risking their lives going on Elm that night. The media for the next few days, did a great job at making things seem as if the killing of Jamelle was justified. It wasn’t like Jamelle to be acting disorderly, so everyone was skeptical on the cause of the altercation. Clarence was in a state of disbelief. The weed and liquor only fueled more to the fire. The tension in the community was thick enough to cut with a cake knife. G.R.B. discussed nothing but knew exactly what was going to happen next. Revolution.