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"Defensive Architecture" for Los Angeles. News Team

LA politicians calling for “Defensive Architecture” to protect residents from drive by shootings.

From LA Daily News…

It’s called “defensive architecture,” but I won’t object if you find it offensive.

Big Bill Bratton, the politician’s favorite cop, tells us crime is down; race has nothing to do with gang murders, and we can’t “arrest our way out of the problem.” So L.A. keeps stacking bodies like cordwood and sullying its name internationally with horrific headlines that sound more Karbala than Compton, Fallujah than Alhambra, Baghdad than Baldwin Park.

In desperation, urban planers have begun to incorporate ammo-resistant designs into new housing and public buildings. It’s both pragmatic and pathetic.

Drive-by shootings have actually spawned a new school of urban planning, “defensive architecture.” So move over Post-Modern, make room for Post-Moral. L.A. went from Bauhaus to crack house. From Art Deco to Art Ducko, as in hit the deck before a stray bullet hits you.

You can’t make this up. The irony of fighting a war against terrorism half a world away while a generation of Angelenos is shot to pieces by local terrorists, while your own son is cut down at home…. Wow.

Smart people and good people may argue over the way out of this mess, but we’ll continue to bury kids and wring our hands impotently until we agree on the basics: We have to salvage the next generation of gangbangers while crushing the current generation.

In the six months past, libraries have been shot up, Garfield High School torched, the copper wire stripped from hundreds of streetlights and a landmark Mid City statue was cut in two with a blowtorch and sold for scrap by scavengers. The barbarians are literally pillaging Los Angeles around the edges while we cheer on Eli Broad and the Grand Avenue boys. We’ve come so far we’ve circled back on ourselves. Back to the Middle Ages.

Meanwhile, child after child, young adult after young adult is quietly buried with an all-too-familiar chorus of tears.

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