Category: Jubilee!

Hijo was angry. Angry wasn’t the word for it.

The four burst out of the QMart, running as fast as they could down an alleyway next to the store to Miguelito’s car. When Madrigal tried to get away, Hijo grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his head against the car door.

“What the fuck were you doing?” Everyone knew, Hijo didn’t just get angry, he got crazy. He shoved Madrigal into the car.

“Hijo, vato lo lo, you understand. The gun, I wasn’t going to use it…”

Within minutes, they were on the other side of Long Beach between a carport and the rear of a row of apartment houses.

Hijo shoved Madrigal up against the brick wall of one of the apartment buildings, then with his right hand around Madrigal’s neck he pushed him up off his feet and up the side of the building.

Madrigal couldn’t breathe but kicked, swung his arms and gurgled as he watched Hijo draw a six inch Bowie knife out of his jeans. Hijo stabbed Madrigal over and over as methodically as a machine. Madrigal hung from Hijo’s up stretched hand sobbing and writhing against the wall.

When he was done, Hijo tore off Madrigal’s clothes and they left the body draped over a fire hydrant on the street.

“That’s the way he wanted it, that’s the way he got it,” Hijo said. “We were all together at my house, right? We were playin’ dominos,” he said with a grin.

“What about invasion of privacy, Dusty, photographing those girls in the dressing room of one of their peep shows,” Judge Murty said, “then selling those photos at his ‘concession’.”

“I never did that, your honor!” Orguz shouted.

“Then why do so many people say you did?” Judge Murty said, responding to Orguz.

“That is an allegation, your honor, that has never been proven.” Dusty said, “and what boy, given the opportunity, hasn’t ‘peeked’ at his sister, the neighbor girl or even his mom? Your honor, this was a childhood prank!”

“The pictures I sold I got from magazines,” said Orguz drooping back into his chair. “Fashion magazines,” he said.

The judge turned to Dusty. “I have a duty to the community, Dusty, and to Orguz Ortrar, to see this case as clearly as I can.

“What I see is a boy who grew up in questionable surroundings, taking a night off to cruise the streets of Long Beach looking for,” the judge stopped and seemed to fumble for words, “fun.

“He meets Hijo, who is also out for some fun, they decide to rob an all night market. Orguz thinks, ‘hey, I’ll be out of this town in a few days, no one will ever know’. Except, Dusty, it didn’t work out that way.

“Mrs. Pitch kicked the silent alarm and the police were already on their way when they were on the way out of the store.”

Dusty stood, “Your honor, it makes no sense. This boy is innocent. He never saw those other boys before. He knows nothing about this!”

“He only has to meet them once, Dusty.” Judge Murty waved his hand, “Alright, sit down Dusty. Let me ask Orguz a few questions, OK?”

Dusty sat and nodded at Orguz.

“Orguz, why did you come into the city, that night?” Judge Murty asked.

“I wanted to see a movie, got tired of the same old thing.” Orguz thought he sounded mopey and sat up straighter in his chair.

“Just wanted to see a movie, nothing else?”

“Yeah, that’s all,” Orguz said, shrugging his shoulders.

“I see. According the the police report, you were able to name Hijo and pick out two other boys from a lineup, is that correct?” The Judge asked.

“Yes, your honor,” Orguz answered.

“How did you come to know Hijo’s name?” The Judge asked smiling in a friendly sort of way.

“I don’t know,” Orguz looked away, “I heard it. Someone said it. But there were three boys, I just didn’t get a good look at the third one.”

“How is it that you got such a good look at Hijo and two of the boys and they didn’t shoot you too? Just …luck?” The Judge smiled again, but the smile looked ugly on his face.

“Just wanted to go to a movie, your honor,” Orguz said, his voice muted, hands clasped in his lap, looking down.

“Your honor,” Dusty Lang, Orguz counsel began, “I think what we have here is just a unbelievable piece of bad luck and timing that put Orguz Otrar at the scene of a terrible crime.”

Judge Murty began fidgeting in his chair, brushed his nose with his fingers and appeared to uncomfortable. Dusty paused for a moment, thinking the judge wished to speak. When Judge Murty said nothing, Dusty continued.

“His parents are both religious people and honest concessionaires in a traveling road show called Jubilee! which was invited to this city by the Long Beach Lions Club.

“It is true that Orguz Ortrar has spent most of his young life on the road, but there is no proof that he has ever been in serious trouble or committed any crime. He has no criminal record of any kind.

“On the contrary, Orguz is an industrious and hardworking young man, your honor, while other kids were out playing, he was developing his own business, right along side his parents in Jubilee!

“It is probably true the Orguz’ lacks the education that many other kids his age have but he knows right and wrong, and he can read and write.

“On that awful night, Orguz decided to take some time off and go see a movie. That’s all. He happened to be in the QMart shopping for candy when this thing happened. He was as frightened as any of us would be.”

Dusty paused. “What would you do, your honor, in a situation like that?

“His crime was fear. He saw that woman lying there covered in blood, he saw the pistol on the floor. He didn’t know what to do but he was afraid to leave the gun, he didn’t know whether the boys who had robbed the store had left or were right behind him or were coming back.

“Your honor, he picked up the gun and ran for the door to throw it away, so that it couldn’t hurt anyone else.” Dusty hit the table with his fist, softly to make the point.

“That gun, your honor, that was reported stolen two full months before Jubilee! even came to Long Beach.

“Hijo and the other three are known members of the East Side Longo gang, Orguz Ortrar could not even have known them before that night.

“When the police arrived. Orguz Ortrar was arrested without a fuss. He picked the perpetrators out of the police library and lineups. He cooperated fully, he never held back, your honor, he had nothing to hide. He is innocent!

“Your honor, Orguz Ortrar has been in Juvenile Hall for two months for something he wasn’t even involved in. I ask you to release him and end this painful experience for Orguz and his family.”

Hormat and Bilko got up early to go with Saleh and Aata to the hearing.

It was hot and they all were nervous. They were there to tell the judge that Orguz was a good boy, that he could not have been involved in what happened in the QMart that night.

But Judge Murty waved off Aata’s words.

“How could you, in good conscience, take this precious gift of life that God gave you, birth it on the street, as you did, and raise it to hoax, defraud and swindle?

“I have here reports that your son, Orguz Ortrar, has been taught to sell pictures of naked women and stale candy to children, to drink and chase around after girls in your porno peep shows.

“Do you think that growing up in surroundings such as you provided is a proper childhood?

“On what authority can you tell me he is a good boy?

“Your pleadings will have no effect here.”

Aata wept.

That summer was stiflingly hot. Hormat and Aata had found them all a house near the low-rent Naval housing just north of Long Beach.

Bilko sagged against the arm of a second hand couch they had just purchased listening to portable swamp cooler pumping not-all-that-cool air into the living room.

His hair had started to thin and his stomach was noticeable beneath his t-shirt.

They were all tired. Hormat, Aata, Saleh sat around on the floor with Syeira and Mehmet. They would need to get a television for the kids, and a rug. Syeira got up grumpily and sat next to Bilko on the couch, “I want to go back to Jubilee!”

The women sighed, the men grunted inaudibly.

Aata had found work in a bakery shop on Highway 101 not far from the house. Saleh drove a fork lift in the warehouse area of a Market Basket Supermarket north of the city, while Hormat stayed home to look after Mehmet and Syeira.

When Bilko arrived, he took a job repairing automobiles at a nearby gas station.

Orguz was remanded to Juvenile Hall on charges of murder and armed robbery. His lawyer was hopeful but not to encouraging. A carnie in Long Beach wasn’t much different than a gang member.