Red and Blue are just colors

Blue and Red are just colors right or does it have another meaning? It actually does. Blue symbolizes Crips and Red represents Bloods. The Crips are one of the largest and most violent associations of street gangs in the United States. The Bloods are made up of various sub-groups known as "sets" between which significant differences exist such as colors, clothing, and operations, and political ideas which may be in open conflict with each other. 

 

I have never been face to face with a blood or Crip but I have seen some of our idols reaping those colors such as snoop dogg and lil Wayne.
 
I read an essay about this and it really expired me to think before you join any of these gangs. It was by a woman named Elvia Bautista. Elvia described in her essay by leaving someone lonely can make that person you love dearly may fade away in time instantly. She uses a lot of personal experience such as family involved in gangs and a brother being shot to death at age 16 for wearing his favorite color; blue. She gave examples of what people put on the graves. Flowers, shot glasses, little homies, etc. Bautista believes that's everyone who dies deserves flowers or at least something on the graves because whoever doesn't grace the people that died left out. I agree with her because if my mother would die or anyone in my family passed away I would visit them forever, I would make the time of day to visit that person I love dearly. 
 

Elvia stated that the boys who shot her brother are underground as well. She drops off flowers to them and her brother. I wouldn't do that because those are the people that cause his death but to forgive and forget is the most powerful weapon you can use towards someone. For a woman like Elvia to have so much forgiveness that take a lot of emotional experience to outcome. 

Me for one it would take a lot of practice to be we're she's at, emotionally and physically strong. The lesson she's trying to explain threw her essay is to not judge someone by the colored they represent but by the person within. I can relate to this because I had a similar experience when I was a child. I was around the age of 14 walking home from middle school. It was only a Forty Five minute distance from to my house from the school. I would always take a trail for a shortcut on my way home. As I was walking home I approached a group of older teens around the age of 19. I simply tried to walk past them but since they saw I was a chubby kid they approached me with jokes. I laughed and kept walking but one thing led to another. One of the guys grabbed me and another guy punched me in my stomach. The pain was extremely painful like a shotgun bullet hitting your bare skin with no bulletproof vest. Luckily it wasn't a real gun or I wouldn't be here right now. just thank god for another day of light.