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DORCHESTER- SCHOOL EM
Growing up, surviving inner city streets, introduced me to my role models.
Gangsters in the back room at the Blue Hill bowling alley. Counting money, playing poker, eating as much as they wanted, smoking cigars. Brave men they took no shit from anyone, guns violence intimidation all part of earning a living. They all seemed big to me large men tweed overcoats. Brand new cars they never drove alone.
Pool sharks, a name earned by gambling money on your skills to win at eight ball, nine ball or straight pool. Some had their own pool cues, leather case with a strap unzipped could be anything in there. Pool stick could be a weapon if you were smart, two weapons if you were clever. They dressed well had a mental library of verbal insults they carried around. Hundred dollar bills changing hands, they had status.
Pimps always had women surrounding them. They stayed warm in the winter with fur coats, drove expensive cars and seemed overly talkative. They commanded respect and were known to have skills with knives. Knife fighting in the 1950s was the way you resolved problems. I wondered why the women did what these men told them sometimes they all seemed like life was a big party. High profile men.
Street Fighters had little words. They were few. They drew a crowd during a fight, entertainment in the hood. Dying in a street fight was considered an honorable death it came with respect. They were loners sullen yet quick to explode. This was a learn by doing punishing skill, people bet on the outcome. Most of the girls wanted to be seen with them neighborhood celebrities. I seemed to be headed in that direction, but wanted to keep my options opened as there seemed to be a short life span and no money.
Summer League basketball players. The best players form the inner cities played competitive games at my court. I was the only white kid on our team, a point guard. Everyone showed up for these games. Pimps with their women, gangsters, street fighters, pool sharks, drunks, and junkies. This was my life I loved basketball. My best friend, had he lived, could have been a professional, I stopped growing at 5ft. 11 inches I could touch the rim but my friends could all get a hand over the rim, so that dream got smashed.
School, teachers, books did not feed me or my friends, they were of no use. We looked up to our local role models, the survivors. The only logical direction to go if you were strong enough was to one of
these internships hoping to graduate with your body still intact and your heart turned off.
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To work with inner-city, community groups, including male and female juvenile offenders, to chisel/modify street survival knowledge into a functional business enterprise, shifting ideas focus from illegal commodities, such as drugs, to legal commodities, while establishing the relationship nexus between drug dealing, cash flow, and legal business, and promoting teamwork consensus versus fear-based hierarchies.
The School ‘Em team will enter a community with the goal of mentoring and guiding the youth to create their success model using their creative ideas combined with the life wisdom of our mentors. Using program resources (mentors) banking/finance, corporate structure-legal marketing/branding, they will build viable business entities that each teen believes will help improve his/her future and current living situation. We operate under the understanding that program mentors do not know fully know what is specifically going to assist each teen, but we can use program resources to show each teenager that they already have a skill set and street experience that will be vital and valuable—even provide a comparative advantage--to achieving success in the legitimate business world.
SCHOOL ‘EM: The passing on of wisdom to hack corporate culture with street survival values.