- Shot in the Back
- by Elizabeth Vega
Originally published in Public Defender on September 19, 2002
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- Running two stop signs, the green Chevy Lumina squealed its tires as
it sped down Rosalie Street with a roar. In a neighborhood like O’Fallon
Park, recently plagued by a rise in gang activity and drive-by shootings,
the speeding car could only mean one thing—bullets were about to fly.
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- The four teens watching on
the corner had enough street smarts to steer clear. Joshua Nashville, 16,
his brother Stanley Parker, 17, and friends Dwayne Couch, 19, and Jessie
Couch, 17, decided the best thing they could do was run down a neighboring
street and avoid the car at all costs. They couldn’t have imagined how
that split-second decision the night of September 2 would change all of
their lives forever.
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- His heart pounding and his
feet smacking the pavement, Joshua Nashville looked over his shoulder and
saw the green car circling around them. They were trapped, trapped in the
alley, every escape route blocked again and again by the menacing gangster
vehicle.
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- Dwayne and Jessie Couch hid
behind a van. Joshua and Stanley crouched in a gangway between several
houses until the car passed. Thinking all was clear, Joshua and Stanley
doubled back and headed for home, but when they saw the figure standing at
the mouth of the alley, they turned around and started running for their
lives.
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- Without warning, Joshua
says, nine shots pierced the air. Joshua could feel the heat of the
ammunition on his neck as it whizzed past his head and hit a telephone
pole. He looked over his shoulder and watched his brother Stanley trip and
fall. He saw him hit the ground. Then he saw the gaping bloody wound in
his brother’s back. He stopped to help, but Stanley urged him forward.
“Run Josh, run,” he said. So Joshua did. He ran furiously in the direction
of the police sirens he heard--he sirens that he believed would be his
brother’s salvation.
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- Crying and panicked, he
flagged down the marked car. “My brother has been shot,” he shouted again
and again. “We need help, my brother’s been shot in the alley.”
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- The officer drove to the
entrance of the alley at Rosalie, but instead of taking a statement, the
officer handcuffed both Joshua and Jessie. Witnesses say police then threw
both teens face down on the ground.
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- It was more than a
half-hour before Joshua found out that his brother Stanley Parker was
dead, killed by Keith McGull, a St. Louis City cop.
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- Judith Nashville had picked
up her husband from work and then stopped at the President Casino to pick
up her father-in-law at his job. She walked onto the gambling boat shortly
after 2 a.m. and immediately heard her name being called over the
intercom.
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- She called home and was
told to call the police station. Judith’s knees buckled at the news --
your son has been shot. “Wait a minute, my son’s been shot?” She recalls
asking. “What hospital is he at?” They told her it would be better if she
came to police headquarters at 12th and Clark.
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- “I went down there and they
put me in a room for 20 minutes,” she says. “I think they were still in
there trying to get their stories straight.” Police told Mrs.Nashville
there was a shoot-out. Somebody fired two shots at a police officer. He
fired nine shots back. Stanley was shot in the back. The acknowledgment
from police that “It was not your son that shot at the police officer,”
offered no comfort but rather fed a growing rage.
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- In that moment, Judith felt
the ordinariness of her life spill out before her. In fast forward, she
saw Stanley’s smile and deep dimple flash in her mind and realized that
was all she had left of her second child. She pondered how the boy who hid
in the bushes to avoid a bully could die in such a violent way. She found
herself reeling from the fact that in a split second the simple activity
she had shared just hours earlier with her son, of snuggling on the couch
and watching a movie had become painfully significant. There was no real
good-bye, only a shared glass of ice water and bowl of popcorn to mark
the last time she would ever see her son alive.
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- “I was numb all over,” she
says. “The worse thing you can ever, ever, ever do is see your child in
the morgue. The worst sight you will see ever in your life is to see your
baby lying there and you can’t do nothing about it. My heart felt like
somebody ripped it out of my chest, stomped and threw it back in there. I
might have to get something done for my heart. It gives me trouble now.
I can feel my heart breaking in my body.”
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- In the midst of the grief,
however, are unrelenting questions. The questions were there that first
night at the police station quietly lingering in the back of her mind.
That night, however, sorrow took precedence. But when Judith spoke to
Joshua, she saw pain and an unmistakable truth in his eyes. The questions
became more nagging. Now, nearly three weeks later, in the midst of an
unfired gun found in her right-handed son’s left hand and the police slug
the coroner found in his back, the questions shout for justice.
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- No matter how many
different angles Mrs. Nashville looks at the circumstances surrounding her
son’s death, she always comes up with the same answer – this death
Stanley’s death-- didn’t have to happen.
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- Judith understands her
neighborhood. She knows why her sons chose to run. In a neighborhood
permeated with gang violence, linking criminal guilt with neighborhood
fear is a catch-22.
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- “He (McGull) was chasing
them because they ran,” she says. “They ran because the car was running
stop signs and coming fast. Good people don’t do that. If they were in a
regular police car they wouldn’t have ran because they hadn’t done
anything. He never identified himself. He let those boys run and never
called out ‘police.’ He never fired a warning shot in the air. He just
took his gun and fired nine shots down that alley.”
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- Police have released few
details. An STLPD spokeswoman said that while the car was unmarked, the
Officer McGull, who was on special gang detail, was in uniform.
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- While all of the teens were
arrested, two of the teens, Dwayne and Jessie, were charged with burglary.
No charges were ever filed against Joshua.
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- The spokesperson also
points out that Stanley Parker did have a gun, one that police believed
had been stolen. Officer McGull, a Northside resident himself, says that
someone fired two gunshots, so he fired back.
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- Mrs. Nashville, however,
argues that two shots fired in an undetermined direction don’t justify
firing nine back. “The numbers don’t add up,” she says. “The reason he
said two shots were fired because they found an old derringer on my son
and most derringers are two-shot guns. When they got it back to the
station they realized it had only one hole, not two. The gun hadn’t even
been fired.” Police tests have confirmed that detail.
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- Furthermore, she points out
that Officer McGull has said he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what direction
the shots came from and that Police have only recovered the casings from
the officer’s gun. McGull is on administrative leave pending the
investigation. Nashville also questions why Officer McGull got out of his
car in the first place and then why he was so quick to pull his gun.
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- “It makes me angry that
this man never gave this child a chance,” she says. “He could have kept
chasing them in the car. He didn’t have to shoot. You shoot criminals. You
shoot someone who did something wrong. You don’t shoot someone down
because they are not cooperating with you. Those kids got good and far
from him before he pumped those shots.
They got shot at for not stopping, whether they had done anything or not.”
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- Mrs. Nashville cringes to
think what could have happened if Stanley hadn’t been watching out for his
younger brother. “If Joshua hadn’t ducked just when his brother told him
to, those bullets would have taken off his head,” she says. “I would be
burying two of my children instead of one. What happened to ‘shoot them in
the leg’ and aim[ing] low? If you want me to stop then shoot me in the
leg. But these men are aiming to kill.”
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- It’s not that simple, some neighbors say. But in a neighborhood with a
definite gang presence, there is an undeniable tension between the police
officers and teenagers—a tension that too often seems to erupt into
violence. “There are obviously problems,” says Nafi Rafat, who has lived
in the neighborhood for 25 years. “There are problems with people who
break the laws. There are problems with police who break the laws. We are
talking two different types of police and two different types of
residents. There are certain types of police who help exacerbate the
problem and certain residents who do the same. We know they both exist.
That is where we are. We have learned to accept it to a certain degree.”
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- Rafat understands the fine
line police must walk to rid the neighborhood of crime but says the
missing element is a consistent and trustworthy presence, as well as an
equal application of the law to residents and cops alike. “I understand to
a degree the position the police find themselves in,” Rafat says. “It is a
tough job. It requires a lot of community support that quite often they
don’t get. It would help them if people felt like they could trust the
police. It would make their job easier and our lives easier. But in truth,
we know that unless we happen to be talking to the right cop, one we can
trust, it is not going to work out. Sometimes it seems like the police
presence is there only when there is trouble and major trouble,” he says.
“Having
a presence is different than showing up when there is trouble and
everybody is tense. Nothing is worse than running into someone who is
upset with a gun in their hand, even if it is a cop.”
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- Rafat said the key to
building trust is proper punishments for officers who break the law as
well as for the few criminal residents. “Everyone knows that it’s not
happening now,” Rafat says. “That’s the missing link here.” But many
believe that penetrating the blue shield has to start at the top and Mrs.
Nashville says Police Chief Joseph Mokwa has sent her a clear message that
he is unwilling to do that.
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- Chief Mokwa came to the
Nashville home twice. “He told me he was sorry but then he said he was
going to have to stand behind his officer’s story,” Mrs. Nashville says.
“That told me one very important thing. No matter what they do, whether it
is right or wrong, they are going to stick together.”
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- For young males in the
predominantly black neighborhood, Parker’s death has only fueled an
increasing anger and disillusionment with local police. Four young men sit
pensively on the front steps of a nearby home. They all refuse to give
their names because they fear retaliation from police. They all have the
same somber look in their eyes. Parker’s death has splayed open the
resentment they normally keep to themselves.
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- “Stan was just like the
rest of us, struggling with being trapped here and trying to get out. You
aren’t old enough to really leave or get a job. ” a 17-year-old says
shaking his head. “This
neighborhood ain’t got too much to offer us. You can’t go to the park
because the police chase us out. You can’t stand outside in front of our
own house because the neighbors complain and call the police. And you
can’t go in the house because your mama runs you outside. What are we
supposed to do?”
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- As for the relationship with the police, the question alone is enough to
produce a cynical laugh. “Relationship?” one of the boys says. “There ain’t no relationship.
It’s just like the other gangs that come around here. They don’t care
about us. The cops stare us up and down just like the gangs do. They
harass us, pull us over, drive us out, grab the back of our necks because
we aren’t quick enough to answer their questions. It’s terrible.”
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- Fifteen-year-old Samuel Lee
adds, “They were doing sweeps in the area and pulling people over for no
reason. They were riding around in a white Buick. They’ve been in these
cars three men deep and with no siren. They hop out wearing their black
police vest, guns drawn telling us not to move. That’s so we don’t run and
make them tired.”
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- One of the teens places
some of the blame on the neighbors who, propelled by the fear of gangs,
are quick to stereotype a gathering of young black men. “They call the
police when they see two or three people standing around in front of their
own home. I mean where else am I supposed to go. They say they feel so bad
when one of us gets beat up or shot, but the neighbors don’t sit out here
and see what the cops do to us after that phone call.”
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- Stanley Parker’s mother
sees the resentment and hate that is building. Sometimes she catches
glimpses of it in the eyes of her surviving 15-year-old. DP sprinted down
the block when he heard there was a shooting involving his brother. What
he saw still gives him sleepless nights. “I don’t really have anything to
say to the cops,” he says quietly. Tears well in his eyes, but the
hardened teen forces them back. He looks down at the ground, then adds
“I don’t have any respect for them now. Not after what they did.”
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- Mrs. Nashville hopes to
change the sour feelings on both sides. In her grief, she has found a
strength and purpose. “The nights are the hardest” she says, tears flowing
down her face. “I wake up and go to the bathroom and I have to pass his
room. I don’t want this to happen to anyone. I don’t want it to happen to
my neighbors. I don’t want it to happen to another child.”
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- “When we were brought up,
it was Officer Friendly. We would run and follow the car. It’s no longer
like that,” she says. “It has become Officer Foe. These officers have no
respect for the kids and the kids have no respect for them. I don’t care
what it takes to restore this bond but I told Chief Mokwa we are going to
do it. I am not going away. We are going to take back our neighborhood
from the gangs and the police.”
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- The hardships of living in
O’Fallon Park are not lost on Chief Mokwa. In a phone interview, he said
that people need to understand that the Department has to play to two
audiences. One is represented by the teens who feel that the police are
“too provocative,” pulling kids over without reason and harassing the
younger residents.
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- The other, made up of
residents who are fed up with the violence and are afraid of the gangs
that hang on their block corners at 3 and 4 in the morning. Many of these
residents chide the police for not doing enough.
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- In the meantime, Stanley
Parker’s mother finds herself praying a lot. “I fall asleep praying and
wake up on my knees,” she says. “I ask the Lord to give me a forgiving
heart so I could forgive that police for murdering my baby.”
©Pub Def Publishing 2002
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