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Baby-faced suspect faces big-time trouble as victim hit by stray bullet lays in coma
Thursday, November 19th 2009, 4:00 AM
"He's a baby," somebody exclaimed.
Carvett Gentles was a puppy of a 16-year-old under arrest for shooting a 15-year-old, a girl who became the latest innocent struck by a stray round in the safest big city in America.
Gentles was crying like a child in big time-trouble when he was first brought into the 42nd Precinct stationhouse.
The kid-sized hands that police say momentarily held the power of life and death were cuffed in front of him, the chain secured by a leather restraining belt around his middle.
The shackles and restraints are used when a prisoner is a threat, in this case because the bones of his wrist and hands are so small he might have been able to fold in his thumb and slip out of a simple set of handcuffs.
Once free, he would have been quicker and more nimble-footed than your basic detective. The restraints also lessened the chance he might hurt himself in his desperation.
Without a weapon, he was not likely to hurt anybody else. The paperwork carried by one of the detectives put Gentles' height at 5-feet-5, his weight at all of 110 pounds. He would have had a hard time fighting his way out of a girl scout troop.
As Gentles was loaded into the back of an unmarked car, the Bronx sun glinted off a fake diamond stud in his left ear, the accessory of a teen who wants no longer to look like a little kid even if he does.
His face remained shadowed by what might have been fear or simply shock at all that he had not anticipated. His eyes had the anxious, slightly angry shimmer of somebody who could not quite believe he was where he was. He otherwise would have been halfway through his classes at Bronx Leadership Academy High School.
The circles under his eyes were the only grown-up thing about him. They suggested some other part of him possessed enough common sense to have figured this is exactly where he was headed when he took in his hand a gun that was no toy.
Gentles was preceded from the stationhouse by five young men in their late teens and early 20s, their man-sized hands rear-cuffed in the usual way and clearly not for the first time. Their latest encounter with the law was being charged with complicity in the shooting.
Two of them sounded distinctly like full-grown punks as they were loaded into the back of a paddy wagon.
"We didn't do s---! . . . They setting us up!"
Police say at least two of the five were carrying guns on Monday and one of them handed his .40 caliber automatic to Gentles moments before the shooting. Gentles has no criminal record and still qualified for youthful offender status, like the teen over in Brooklyn who skated with no jail on a gun charge, at least until he was arrested for gun possession again.
The hefty .40-caliber semi-automatic would have felt big in Gentles' grip, bigger still as it fired and kicked. The shooter must have felt a big shot in the most visceral and elemental sense.
Such is the magic of handguns, a magic that has a particular appeal to some who otherwise feel powerless.
The horror of handguns once again made itself known in the same instant, as one of the bullets struck the blameless 15-year-old Vada Vasquez in the head. She had been returning home from Bronx Latin high school.
Over the summer, a 13 year-old in Brooklyn was hit in the head by a stray round that miraculously failed to penetrate his skull.
No miracle interceded for Vada. The bullet tore into a brain still forming from youth to adulthood, fragments tearing into a memory center that was just beginning to collect a lifetime.
One of the enduring images of this city is the photograph of just the faces of the other school kids as they gazed down at Vada on the pavement. Their faces show at once the obscenity of such violence and the decency of such kids who have to live with the danger of a stray bullet.
That image is joined by that of another school kid, this the accused gunman who looked so disturbingly young as he was led from the stationhouse.
Only the skill and determination of the medical team at Lincoln Hospital saved Gentles from facing a murder charge as he was driven off to stand in line-ups before witnesses who had seen a pee-wee with a big gun.
More gang problem...all of the thugs involved should be in prison for the rest of their lives.