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Sources: Juvenile accused of killing 1, shooting other in Mid-City car break-in

The New Orleans Police Department is holding a news conference Thursday to address a double shooting in Mid City overnight. 

According to the NOPD, officers responded to a call reporting of a suspicious person. The call changed to a report of shots fired shortly after.

According to law enforcement sources, the shooting death involved a couple who heard a juvenile allegedly going through their car. When they went out to inspect the car, the juvenile was trapped inside and allegedly opened fire, killing one, and injuring another.

Police said when they arrived on the scene, they found a woman with multiple gunshot wounds and a man with a gunshot wound to the arm. 

Both were taken to an area hospital, where the woman later died from her injuries, according to the NOPD.

https://www.wdsu.com/article/sources-juvenile-accused-of-killing-1-shooting-other-in-car-break-in/27418937

My heart goes out to the husband and family who lost their loved one to a senseless crime.

Just a couple days ago a homeowner blamed the city after his surveillance system captured an armed teen boy on his property, along with other teen boys who were attempting to steal his car.

The police identified the suspect from previous arrest, but at the time he wasn’t in custody. And I wonder if this is the same teen who sought out to steal and kill.

I do not care what anyone says; teenagers need to be held accountable for their actions just as adults. I do not think they should be imprisoned with adults, but they need to pay for their actions, especially repeat offenders. The teenager knows right from wrong; they know how to plot, plan and manipulate and I know this because I was once a teen mom and I raised two generations of children. They know what they are doing.

I understand their was a juvenile reform as for as sentencing teens to prisons and opting for therapeutic services. I believe that there should be a form of detention whereas the teen would serve his time in a sort behavior rehabilitation center like they do with troubled foster teens.

The spike in juvenile crime is something of a dark lining in the silver cloud of overall declines in violent crime in New Orleans, with murders in 2018 hitting a 47-year low of 146. Shootings and armed robberies also dropped by double-digit percentages from the previous year.

Juvenile felony arrests in New Orleans have more than doubled in three years, from 300 in 2016 to 735 last year. Inside those numbers there is an even more troubling trend. Juvenile violent crimes prosecuted by the DA’s office – shootings, armed robberies, and sexual assaults – jumped nearly 10-fold since 2015, spiking from 37 cases in 2015 to 339 last year, according to statistic compiled by Orleans Parish Juvenile Court.

Just last summer my 8yr old daughter and her friends saw a gun under the slide on the playground that was stashed there by a teen boy. The police came, and one of the children were able to identify the teen who put it under the slide, and he was arrested. Teens also set fire to a trash can at the park, and the firemen had to come out.

I believe that the increase in teen crime has to do with a lack of after-school and summer programs, poverty and mental health issues. If you were to Google things to do for kids of any age in New Orleans, you would come up short. We need to find ways to keep these kids engaged and off the streets. There needs to be more funding and services put in place to prevent these kids from feeling as though their only way to get ahead is to steal and take a life to get it.

The homeowner is right; New Orleans is at fault. Their minds are only focused on how to fatten they’re already fattening pockets using the tourism industry. Something must be done, and it’s not pushing more families out of New Orleans or jailing ever teen that says boo in the night. But these teens with violent tendencies need to be dealt with on their level. You’re old and brave enough to not only possess a loaded gun but shoot it too… Ohh, no that’s when you have to be locked up past your 18th birthday.

Maybe, a max on gun possession for teens period, especially a loaded one. They aren’t old enough to drink or smoke, but we slap them on the hand after picking up a gun?? Nooo, that’s not good enough.

Once again I’m so sorry for the families lost. It’s an unbearable pain that I know too well.

Souce WDSU New Orleans

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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