Sometimes they would get out their slingshots (like David used in the Bible, and not the ones made with rubber bands) and launch rocks from the Willowbrook railroad tracks or cherry bombs at the passing freight trains. They could sometimes be a little intimidating, but Joe, the younger Mendoza brother, was also a friend and schoolmate of mine.
The city of Compton already had several African American and Hispanic
gangs
active in the area. The Compton Farmers, the Swamp Boys, the Slauson Village, and the Businessmen passed occasionally through the small primarily Mexican American Willowbrook neighborhood. The Compton Varrio Tres, Florence 13, Willowbrook Winos, and 155th Street gang were at war most of the time in this tiny corner of Compton. Gang members were killed, drugs were sold, and citizens were robbed or beaten every day, but it never made the paper.
Tortilla Flats
One of the older Mendoza brothers had been reading a book for school by John Steinbeck called "Tortilla Flats." Early one Sunday morning while I was walking to church to serve Mass, I saw along the white wall north of the Mendoza Tortilleria in large black Old English letters the words "TORTILLA FLATS." The group now had a name, but it would earn its reputation later on.
After junior high school, Ronnie Gutierrez, like most of the T-Flats, dropped out of school to be a kind of leader of the gang. The gang continued to grow in numbers and violent reputation in my absence. I was gone into the service and for Vietnam (1966-1969), but in 1970 I joined the sheriff's department and returned to Willowbrook as a patrol officer in 1976.
Nobody in that gang today ever read Steinbeck. Like the other surrounding Hispanic
gangs
they have devolved into violent psychopathic thugs with drug fried brains and no honor or ethics, they victimize their own race, neighborhood, and even their own homeboys.