... civilization benefits.
Indict them all and charge them with conspiracy. They will open up, if they think they may be convicted.
MLK would be so proud.
Hold them all on obstruction of justice.
They work in an industry where trouble with the law just increases your reputation and cooperation with the law can kill your career. They just don't have any motivation to help out.
Sounds like the cops need to get "creative" with cases like this.
I teach in a Brooklyn junior high school...I had a 7th grade girl whose breasts were grabbed in the classroom refuse to file a complaint against the boy because..."snitches get stitches"...it goes back to the Dead End kid mentality as in a cut across the side of the mouth was called "the mark of the squealer"...so many black kids growing up in the projects have no dads at home (they're often in the slammer BTW) so they feel afraid because there is no one around to protect them...generations with a lack of viable male presence has taken a toll...most of my students live with their mothers or grandmothers and when there is a man around it's a step father (temporary or otherwise) who is frequently abusive to the kids not his own...poverty and the death of the family is killing these kids.
These rappers are just gang thugs who get paid too damn much money to run their mouth.
Parents, if you let your children spend money on this garbage (and I don't mean rap in general, I mean these individuals who are rich gang bangers), then you are supporting the black mafia.
They're just "keepin' it real." You-know-what-i'm-sayin.
At that point, they cease to be entertainment and become a criminal conspiracy.
A crook is a crook, and a thug is a thug i don't care how they're glorified, they're STILL rotten!
"We got too many gangsters
Doing dirty deeds
Too much corruption
And crime in the streets
It's time the long arm of the law
Put a few more in the ground
Send them all to their Maker
And he'll set them on down
You can bet, He'll set 'em down
Cause justice is the one thing
You should always find
You gotta saddle up your boys
You gotta draw a hard line
When the gunsmoke settles
We'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back
At the local saloon
And we'll raise up our glasses
Against evil forces
Singing, "Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses!"
Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses!"
(Toby Keith)