Yeah. Thanks to a late-night of ruckus, I missed directly witnessing the 11:15 a.m. shooting on Columbia Road in Adams Morgan. I did, however, catch the aftermath around 12:15 p.m. and I think I might be in the background of a Channel 9 news report, or at least my head might.
Can you spot the local celebrity?
It's the most stylish man on DC's City Council, Jim Graham, dressed in head-to-toe white! Gutsy!
Neither was David Caruso. Or his sunglasses.Welcome to DC, where, if you're lucky enough not to get shot, you'll inevitably witness a shooting crime scene. This is my second. Yay.
Apparently, after a short scuffle, a dude shot another dude in the leg, hitting an artery, in front of the Radio Shack. The gunman fled while the victim began to bleed profusely. Witnesses tried to call 9-1-1, but couldn't get through, so they physically ran to a nearby fire station and fetched the one police cruiser that sits on 18th Street watching for jaywalkers.
In the meantime, though, since DC's infrastructure failed, something quite amazing happened -- MOB JUSTICE!
According to people on the scene, as one witness tended to the man's wounds by making a tourniquet out of other witnesses' T-shirts, several other people with sticks (where they got those in Adams Morgan, I'm rather perplexed about) ran after the shooter, eventually stopping him on 18th a couple of blocks away.
That is f*cking solid!
Yet it is also f*cking sad.
I'm extremely pleased to know that DC's citizens are ballsy enough to take justice in their own hands and chase down a man wielding a gun (who is clearly not afraid to use it) with nothing but fricking sticks. That's solid.
However, the fact that mob justice is necessary to catch criminals here, rather than the presumed professionals who get a salary to solve such crimes, is extremely disheartening. I mean, don't get me wrong, mob justice is pretty sweet and all, but having a functional police force and a means to call them in case of an emergency (i.e. a working 9-1-1 infrastructure) would probably be a little sweeter. Just a thought...
Well, here's to one more day of not getting capped! Good luck!
*UPDATE! It turns out the dude who helped me pick out my bike lock at the bike shop, Tripp, was the good samaritan who triaged the shooting victim! (However, I'm going to return it because I found it online for about $25 less. Sorry City Bikes, but your mark-ups are unreasonable.)*