“From his hospital bed Friday, the retired probation officer of 32 years says he has no regrets.God Bless You, Mr. Alexander!
You’ve got to make a stand one way or the other in life,” he said from his room at Advocate Trinity Hospital. “And if you don’t you’ll be run over.”
It happened in a flash.
“This gentleman comes around 81st Street, he said, ‘Give it up,’ and put a gun to my stomach,” said Alexander, who took a swipe at the man’s gun-wielding hand.
The bullet went clean through Alexander’s left leg at around the same time he landed a blow square in the robber’s jaw.
“He stumbled and went off running,” Alexander said, noting that he didn’t immediately realize he was shot. “That’s a thing you don’t have happen often. You can’t prepare for it.”
The suspect then ran to a car parked nearby, where he and a driver fled north on the Dan Ryan Expressway, police said.
The robber didn’t get away with any cash. But neighbors say what Alexander went through is part of a broader rise in Chatham crime that has picked up over the years.
Last week, an elderly gentlemen who works on the buses at Leo High School confronted a bust-out thug as the crumb rifled through one of the buses at the end of the working day. There was a scuffle and the mechanic, whom I will not name, had gotten the better of young Felonius Punk. The punk managed to get his cowardly mitts on a chunk of concrete and beat Leo's motor pool wrangler several times in the head. Leo's football coach and several varsity players burst out of the school and the thug beat it south on Sangamon.
The elderly working man is hospitalized at Christ Advocate in Oak Lawn and thanks to Mike Holmes and the Leo Men Gresham (6th District) police identified the thug.
Yesterday, Edward Alexander, 82 was watering his lawn when a bust-out thug stuck a gun in his belly and ordered Mr. Alexander to 'Give it Up!' Sounds good on Law and Order and bad movies, but it translated differently to Edward Alexander, 83 a home owner working man in the Chatham neighborhood. 'Give it up!' was prelude to a solid punch in the chops.
Sadly, our later-day Yummie Sandifer got off a stray round that hit Mr. Alexander in the leg. Mr. Edward Alexander, like Leo's Bus mechanic, is an elderly, proud working man with gallons of proud testosterone. Thugs are not born, they are made. They are made by excuses and entitled do any thing that they damn well please.
The punks are armed and the media has been doing their press and public relations in Chicago for decades. Remember Yummie Sandifer?
The late Yummie Sandifer was the template for players, bust-outs, thugs, dope-slingers, rapists, and thieves who all manage to have family albums filled with mug shots ( witness last weeks Chicago River Bridge Miracle Baby Boy who took one in the head from a member of his own fraternity. The News media featured only the hospitalized cranial marvel's mugshot from one of his more recent arrests).
The American media, following the journalistic dance steps of our geniuses of the Chicago Media, crafted a template equating a useless gene-pool to a social icon. In the 1930's Communist naturalist novelist created Bigger Thomas in Native Son and our lesser talented journalists gave us Yummie Sandifer with his very own posthumous Wikipedia entry.
Robert "Yummy" Sandifer (March 12, 1983 — September 1, 1994) garnered national attention in September 1994 after his murder by fellow gang members in Chicago, Illinois. He appeared on the cover of TIME magazine in September 1994.
Nicknamed Yummy because of his love of junk food, Sandifer was a young member of the street gang the Black Disciples. After committing murder, arson and armed robbery, he was executed by fellow gang members who feared he could be turned snitch. Coverage of Sandifer's death and retrospectives on his short, violent life were widely published in the American media, and Sandifer became a symbol of the gang problem in American inner cities, the failure of social safety netting, and the shortcomings of the juvenile justice system.
Yummy's mother was a prostitute and a crack cocaine addict who had her first son at age 15. Yummy was a victim of abuse from an early age, and was sent to live with his grandmother by the Department of Children and Family Services (DCFS) after one of his brothers, Victor, went blind from a neglected eye infection. His grandmother's residence contained as many as 19 children on some occasions. Sandifer, at age 8, quit regularly attending school and took to the streets stealing cars and breaking into houses. The year before his death he was removed to a DCFS shelter on Chicago's north side, which he ran away from.
Yummy was known for bullying and extorting money from local children and the community in the Chicago neighborhood of Roseland. He liked luxury cars such as Lincolns and Cadillacs and, remarkably, was able to drive them despite his small stature (he was still beneath the height limit for many of the rides at nearby amusement park Six Flags Great America). Many of his 23 felonies and 5 misdemeanors were committed in the course of running errands for street gangs. The penal system had no way to keep him out of trouble and the courts were helpless to lock him away because he was too young for juvenile detention and too dangerous to be placed with children his age.
On August 28, 1994, Yummy walked up to 15-year-old Kianta Britten and asked him to which gang he belonged. Kianta responded that he did not belong to any gang, and Yummy opened fire on him with a semiautomatic pistol, hitting him in the stomach with one bullet and also catching a nerve with another bullet leaving Britten partially paralyzed. Later on that same day, Yummy shot at some rival gang members. One stray bullet hit Shavon Dean in the head and killed her as she walked home from a friend's house.
For the next three days, gang members from the Black Disciples kept Yummy on the move, evading the police investigation of the shootings. Yummy was last seen by a neighbor on August 31, waiting for his grandmother to pick him up, but instead two brothers (14 and 16 years of age [Derrick and Cragg Hardaway]) from his gang arrived. Telling him they were going to take him out of the city, he was brought to a viaduct underpass and executed. He was found later in a muddy pool of blood with two gunshot wounds in the head.
Yummy was on the cover of Time Magazine and has his own posthumous bibliography.
Kirby, Joseph A. "The Death of Dantrell Davis". Chicago Tribune. October 13, 1992. http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/politics/chi-chicagodays-dantrelldavis-story,0,6132262.story
^ Long, Elizabeth Valk (19 September 1994). "To Our Readers". TIME. Retrieved 30 March 2011.
^ Gibbs, Nancy R.; Grace, Julie; Hull, Jon D. (19 September 1994). "Murder in Miniature". TIME. Retrieved 30 March 2011.
^ Grace, Julie (12 September 1994). "There Are No Children Here". TIME. Retrieved 30 March 2011.
^ Hewitt, Bill (19 September 1994). "Death at an Early Age". People: pp. 52–54. Retrieved 30 March 2011.
^ "TIME Magazine Cover: Robert (Yummy) Sandifer". TIME. 19 September 1994. Retrieved 30 March 2011.
Yummy had a smile that could light up a room is the working media template and our racist society is the only reason this useless little monster was hogging oxygen from 1983-1994. In reality, all Yummy cared about was a Glock that could light up everyone in a room.
Commie Lawsuit Lotto Lawyer G.Flint Taylor continues to amass a fortune with his cadre of convicted Yummies. The media have helped lazy, shiftless, self-indulgent, careless alcohol and drug dependent entitlement Mommas become community activists when their Yummies pull a 9 on the cops. The police and the courts and working people like Mr. Edward Alexander become the targets of lawsuit lotto lawyers, for trying to defend themselves.
The media provides an endless buffet of bullshit and thugs have the freedom of the city.
Thank God for working men like Edward Alexander of Chatham. At least Mr. Alexander got in a good one. I sure hope that Lawsuit Lotto Lawyer Jon Loevy has not taken up the cause of the louse that Mr. Alexander punched in the chops, because Mr. Alexander was, after all "a retired probation officer."