RAY – RAY
Ray-Ray, born Raymond Desmon Patterson, is 24 years old, 6’2” and 200 lbs. At six years old, Ray-Ray witnessed the man he knew as his father gunned down in a drive by shooting. His mother had also been shot but she survived, though paralyzed from the waist down, which abruptly ended her stripping career, but she managed to continue her crack cocaine enterprise as a distributer for a local king pin. She never used the crack-cocaine that she wheeled around the neighborhood selling in her wheelchair herself, her passion was marijuana, but after the accident, she found it easy to acquire oxycodone by prescription, which she took half and sold half. She was Jabari’s father, Roscoe Lee’s baby sister. Ray-Ray was one of her seven children, each having a different father or so it appeared. No one really knew for sure who their father was. She never went after child support because she did well enough with the social assistance checks and her drug business. After she enrolled Ray-Ray to help in the distribution business when he was eight, she then had four of her seven children working in the family business. For protection all of them including the mom were in a gang. By ten years old, Ray-Ray had been arrested four times. When he was twelve he murdered the man he believed was responsible for killing who he thought was his dad. He was never suspected, arrested, nor charged for involvement in that murder. By nineteen, Ray-Ray had murdered 25 people. This cold heartlessness and escape from justice got him the protected reputation of a gang leader.
Ray-Ray stumbled across a Satan worshipping college student yet crack addicted white chick. Though though she was an addict, she appeared highly intellectual in that she was articulately convincing in her condemnation of all things religious. She gave validation to Ray-Ray’s way of life that served to extinguish any residual emergence of guilt, shame or repentance that would attempt to impose its way into his consciousness. He would casually study any information that promoted the occult. He demonstrated his reverence for this doctrine in his body art and his tutelage to his crew.
While Ray-Ray had a notorious and merciless persona, he had a protective and fond regard for his straight and geeky cousin Jabari. It is as though Jabari was the fine thread that linked Ray-Ray to humanity. Jabari in some measure looked up to Ray-Ray. He saw Ray-Ray as possessing the piece of DNA he missed out on that could have given Jabari a truer manliness. But like someone born with a withered hand that could not be healed without divine intervention, Jabari lived with his speech impediment and made the best of his life as a geek.
Ray-Ray was engaged in a turf war with a rival gang in North City. Some new group had moved in from Nebraska and set up a crack shop there. Ray-Ray was not to have it. “Corn Huskin Muthafucka’s” he called them. Where he usually sent his boys out to handle such disposals, this had particularly pissed him off and he wanted personal hands on involvement. His glock was new, bought off of some Arabs involved in a gun smuggling, money laundering operation to fund some war in the middle east. Ray-Ray didn’t care, he knew that the police weren’t going to be able to trace it and further, he knew that the investigation of the gangsters he was targeting was going to be handled in the usual shoddy way and nobody would care. But, damn, the little 5-year-old Black girl was playing outside and drove her bicycle around the corner just as the blasting had begun. He knew now that the police would investigate a little deeper because the community would raise a stink about it. He knew he could be questioned and needed a safe place to store the weapon.