Monster: The Autobiography of an L.A. Gang Member

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Grove/Atlantic, Inc., Dec 1, 2007 - Biography & Autobiography - 400 pages
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After pumping eight blasts from a sawed-off shotgun at a group of rival gang members, twelve-year-old Kody Scott was initiated into the L.A. gang the Crips. He quickly matured into one of the most formidable Crip combat soldiers, earning the name “Monster” for committing acts of brutality and violence that repulsed even his fellow gang members. When the inevitable jail term confined him to a maximum-security cell, a complete political and personal transformation followed: from Monster to Sanyika Shakur, black nationalist, member of the New Afrikan Independence Movement, and crusader against the causes of gangsterism. In a document that has been compared to The Autobiography of Malcolm X and Eldridge Cleaver’s Soul on Ice, Shakur makes palpable the despair and decay of America’s inner cities and gives eloquent voice to one aspect of the black ghetto experience today.


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MONSTER: The Autobiography of an L.A. Gang Member

User Review  - Jane Doe - Kirkus

LÇon Bing's study of L.A. gangs, Do or Die (1991) featured on its cover an awesomely muscular African-American male, naked to the waist, wearing sunglasses and wielding an automatic weapon. That man ... Read full review

Raw emotion in MONSTER

User Review  - dncates - Borders

Monster is an amazing book. Kody Scott goes through his life as a member of the Crips without leaving out any gruesome detail, and gives insight into a world beyond what most middle class americans know. Read full review


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Page 12 - Check this out," Tray Ball said. "You got potential, 'cause you eager to learn. Bangin' ain't no part-time thang, it's fulltime, it's a career. It's bein' down when ain't nobody else down with you. It's gettin' caught and not tellin'. Killin' and not caring, and dyin' without fear. It's love for your set and hate for the enemy. You hear what I'm sayin'?
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