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- Drug Dealing -

CLEAN IT UP – NOW!

 

    I have mentioned my friend, Ruth Cooper, several times on this website.  She was an artist and a teacher and a wonderful friend who died this year.  She lived at the corner of Howard and Pershing Avenues.  When a 19-year-old man was shot there last October 18, I ran an article on the “old” site which has since been erased.  But what I said, or actually screamed, was that drugs have been a problem there for years.  Why hadn’t anything been done?  Something had to be done. 

    I visited once when there was a long line of cars coming down narrow Howard Avenue and stopping at the corner as people came up to the cars.  This went on for hours.  A friend of mine once dropped something off at her house around 3 o’clock in the afternoon and was stunned to see three or four drug dealers on the corner right in front of her house in broad daylight.  She was afraid to get out of her car.

   And now, in the latest shooting, it is my friend Ruth’s daughter, LaQuita Cooper, whose quote is used as the headline, “It’s ridiculous that playtime is interrupted by gunfire.”  Why hasn’t something been done?  Why hasn’t blatant drug dealing that’s been going on for years been stopped?  Brett Lovelace, who wrote the article about the current shooting and the article about the shooting last October for the Intell, says in the current article, “It has been nearly a year  since the last shooting near Howard and Pershing avenues.”  He sounds as though this is a good thing.  Can you imagine if this happened in School Lane Hills?  Do you think he would say “It has been nearly a year” or would he be screaming that a shooting had occurred twice in less than a year? 

    Well, the drug dealing wouldn’t be allowed to continue in School Lane Hills for four and one-half years.  It wouldn’t be allowed to continue for one week.  For over four years the people living in the vicinity of Howard and Pershing avenues have lived in fear.  They can’t leave their homes.  This is absolutely disgraceful. 

    This brings to life what Democratic Mayoral candidate Rick Gray says on his website and which is also posted below on this site, “All City services and resources will be shared equally by all residents in every neighborhood in the City – regardless of economic status, class, or race.  In addition to sharing the economic benefits of City projects, we will make sure that a positive police presence is visible in every neighborhood.  We will have a fully implemented Community Police Program.”

    When I ran the story last October, I included an article from the Special Edition of LIP from September of 2001, “Lancaster Lynching – Twenty Years Later.”  What I didn’t say in that article was the friend I was talking about was Ruth Cooper – calling the police in May of 2001 about drug dealers at the corner of Howard and Pershing avenues.  That article is below.  This has to be stopped now.  I will follow up with LaQuita and others living at the corner of Howard and Pershing avenues to see if this is cleaned up immediately.

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 Could You Please Tell Me Your Name?

 

 

The Police Need It

 

 

   After the attack on Daniel Rhoads, Captain of Detective Luther Henry is quoted in the Lancaster Newspapers saying, “A lot of people saw them but no one could name them by name.”

    Twenty years later, little has changed.  A friend called the police in May to report that drugs were being sold at the intersection by her house.

    The police person asked her if she knew who the drug sellers were.  My friend said, “No.”  The police person then said to her, “Well, it would help if you could tell us their names.”

    They need to post signs as you enter Lancaster, “If you are attacked while in our city, please ask your attacker their name.  The police need it.”

 

    I mentioned the dispute between my web host and a Gary R. Sloate yesterday.  Well his website is back up and running and he does have some amazing photos here:  http://www.gmagic.com/katrina/   Please note – I know nothing about him and I am not endorsing his site and I am not recommending that you donate through it. 

BACK IN BUSINESS!

 

Well, well, well.  A funny thing happened.  I mentioned my webhost this morning (see below) and then my websites go down several hours later.  The original LIP News domain expired on September 25, 2005.  Several months ago, I bought the name for an additional two years so I own the name until 9-25-07.  But their billing and customer service department kept sending me emails recently that my domain name was about to expire.  And I would write them back that they were wrong and to check their records.  Today, apparently they took my sites down and I screamed and hollered really loudly and now they’re back up!  Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again!  Good to be back.  The story that was promised for today “Gib It Up” will come tomorrow as will a very angry piece regarding the shooting at Howard and Pershing Avenues.  See you tomorrow.   

 

COMING LATER TODAY – GIB IT UP!

One note, my web host, www.Hostica.com, is apparently at war with a Gary R. Sloate and his website which is here:  http://www.gmagic.com/katrina/ .  If anyone knows what is going on, please let me know.  Thanks.

YIKES!  NEVER ON SUNDAY

 

 

      “Good morning, Dr. Fraud.  How are you on this fine, fall day?”

      “Don’t patronize me.  What’s your new contest?  What’s your new contest?  What’s your new contest?”

      “It’s quite exciting.  It’s a two-tiered contest!”

      “Wow!  Kind of like the G. Terry Madonna contest!  That man is amazing.  He’s everywhere!”

      “Yes, he’s never met a camera or microphone he doesn’t like.”

      “So, stop stalling and tell me your contest.”

      “Which columnist do you least like to wake up to in the morning?”

      “Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  I know!  Larry Alexander.”

      “Yikes!”

      “It’s beyond me.  The man looks like he’s a 70’s acid burn-out having a bad hair and face day.  It’s not a pretty sight in the morning.  He frightens me, in fact.”

      “I couldn’t agree with you more.  Perhaps we could start a petition to the paper to have them change his photo?”

      “Maybe that’s the best he takes.”

      “Well, that is a scary thought.  Then we’ll change the petition to ask them not to run his photo.”

      “Good idea.  Who else is in the contest?  Jeff Hawkes?”

      “Dr. Fraud, you and I think alike.  Isn’t that strange?”

      “Totally.  Don’t ever tell anyone.”

      “Do you think he really is the goofy, little boy that his picture represents?”

      “Hell, no.  I think he’s probably an egotistical psychopath.  Did you read that Dr. Evil piece?”

      “Unfortunately, I did.  And now, a drumroll, please.  Who is the last columnist in the contest?”

      “I know!  It’s Smart!  It’s Smart!  It’s Smart!”

      “How long have you had this problem of repeating yourself?”

      “I’m excited.  I can’t help it.  Is it Smart?”

      “Of course it is.  Who needs that on a Sunday Morning?  That chubby face, that pug nose, those eyes that are barely able to focus.  He looks like a thug.  Maybe he looks better when he’s in his gay hooker attire.”

      “No, I’ve seen that.  Trust me, it is not something you want to see.  It totally explains why he’s a bad, gay hooker.”

      “Are you two working on that whole bad, gay hooker thing yet or are you still working on his writing?”

      “What do you think?”

      “I think you ought to speed things up.  So, who gets your vote as the columnist you least like to wake up to in the morning?”

      “What’s the second part of the contest? You said it was ‘two-tiered.’”

      “You’ll have to wait and see.  So, who’s your choice?”

      “Yikes, yikes and yikes!  It’s almost too close to call.  Let me think about it.” 

      “Fine.  I have to go and get the New Era so I can get the thought of those three out of my mind.”

      “Why the New Era?”

      “I have a thing for Ad Crable.  Don’t tell anyone.”

      “I’m right there with you.  Strange, we do seem to think alike.”

      “Hmmm.”