I give you four newspaper articles from this week, with key facts from each.
The 23-year-old was working in the fast food restaurant at 1531 Fulton St. in Bed-Stuy when he got into an argument with a female customer inside the eatery around 7 p.m., according to law enforcement sources.
The fight spilled outside and the woman’s adult son pulled out a gun and shot the worker in the face, police said.
Lisa Fulmore, 40, revealed her 20-year-old son’s chilling comments while describing exactly what led up to Monday night’s shooting that left a 23-year-old fast-food employee clinging to life.
“I talked to my son with the cops. My son is just saying that he gotta do what he gotta do and the [victim] came after him and whatever happened, happened,’’ she said.
“Why were they laughing at her? Why didn’t they just give her hot French fries? That’s why we go in there to spend our money,” Dunlap’s grandmother said.
The grandmother conceded that Morgan’s mother could have also called cops to sort out the fast-food spat instead of getting her son involved, who has a lengthy criminal record.
The 20-year-old man charged with shooting a McDonald’s worker over cold French fries confessed to murder Wednesday in a separate 2020 slaying, police sources said.
Morgan was arrested shortly after the incident and charged in the shooting on Tuesday night, police said. Camellia Dunlap, 18 — Morgan’s girlfriend — was charged with two counts of criminal possession of a weapon after she allegedly admitted to cops she handed her beau the gun, law-enforcement sources said.
This is almost indescribably stupid on so many levels:
- The staff at McDonalds not giving the complaining customer replacement, fresh fries;
- The mother calling her son to complain, rather than the management;
- Her son coming down bent on violence to resolve her problem;
- His girlfriend carrying a gun for him, in case he needed it, and handing it to him knowing he was about to commit a crime with it;
- Him shooting a restaurant worker who may not even have been the one involved in the altercation;
- Him claiming “he gotta do what he gotta do”.
I ran into that a lot when working with prison inmates. Here’s a “Convict to Chaplain” vignette from my book describing prison ministry.
Yeah, you ain’t seen me before ’cause I just got transferred here, Chaplain. Why am I inside? I killed two old ****s. Didn’t mean to, though. It was their own stupid ****ing fault. Should never have happened.
**** it, man, I needed a car to go see my woman, and they had one. I jumped ’em as they stopped at the corner. Hadn’t even locked their doors, the dumb ****s! If they’d only listened and showed sense they’d have been all right, but that old **** started acting up when I hauled his woman out in a hurry. ****, he musta bin eighty years old, a real feeble old ****er. I punched him. That’s all — I just hit him. He fell down and hit his head on the curb and went real quiet. Out like a light. Then his damn fool bitch started screamin’ and hollerin’ that I’d killed him. I had to shut her up — people were startin’ to look outta their windows. I tried to put my hand over her mouth, but I musta twisted her neck somehow. There was this funny crackin’ noise, and she went limp. I didn’t stop to check, man — I dropped her and jumped into that old car and burned rubber outta there. Damn thing even smelt like old ****s inside.
The cops stopped me before I got halfway to my woman’s place. Those ****ers were mean, man! They ****ed me up real good. Rights? What rights? If the cops want you, they park their cruisers so those dash cameras don’t see ****, and they walk you down the road a bit so the mikes won’t hear the noise, and they go ape**** on your ***, man. They took me back to town and threw my *** in a cell, still bleeding and hurting bad, and those ******s wouldn’t even get me to a doctor for almost a whole day. Mother******s!
****in’ DA charged me with murder and I drew life twice. Murder? **** no! I didn’t mean to kill either of ’em. Those two old ****s were on their last legs anyway. I only did what they made me do with their damnfool hollerin’. Hell, I probably did ’em a favor! No pain, no waiting to die while their minds went crazy — just a quick, easy out, both together, no mess, no fuss. At worst I shoulda got five years for each of ’em. It’s all they had left! ****in’ judge an’ jury didn’t see it that way, of course.
I’m twenty-five years old, and they tell me I’ll live another fifty years or more in here. No way, man. I’m not taking this **** for the rest of my life. I’ll be outta here one way or another. Either I’ll escape, or they’ll kill me when I try. They’ll have to, ’cause I’ll sure as hell kill them if they try to stop me or bring me back here. No other way, man. You watch. You’ll see my name on the news one night. I’ll be dead, or I’ll be out — and either way I’ll be ****in’ free.
Now, what about that phone call, Chaplain? I gotta talk to my woman. Word is she’s goin’ with some other ****. Can’t have that, man, her dis-ree-spectin’ me like that. If she don’t listen to me, I’ll have to get my homeys to take care of the bitch — and her new guy. I mean, you unnerstan’, right? A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. Right, Chaplain?
Did that last line sound familiar? Same sort of mentality as the McDonalds shooter. Same world view.
How do we deal with such feral trash? It’s almost a waste of time to put them on trial in states like New York, where they won’t get the sentence they deserve and will end up back out on the streets to hurt and maim and kill again. What’s more, taking just one or two of them off the street won’t help, because there are entire neighborhoods populated by such low-lifes.
Again I warn: If you live in a big city, particularly one with an inner-city ghetto environment like that, get the hell out while you still can. Things are going downhill faster and faster there, and there’s no sign whatsoever that the powers that be are willing to do anything about it. You can’t guarantee your family’s safety there, and even if you defend them, the odds are very good that progressive left-wing District Attorneys will charge you with a crime, rather than your attackers.
If you can’t leave a city like that . . . make your home as secure as you can, and prepare to defend it. When you go out, keep your head on a swivel, and don’t walk along oblivious to what’s happening around you. Finally – DO NOT go into neighborhoods or stores where people like that hang out!
EDITED TO ADD: “The McDonald’s worker who was shot in the neck over cold french fries is brain-dead and on life support, prosecutors said Thursday, as a Brooklyn judge ordered his alleged assailant held without bail. “