Why This 73-Year-Old Is a Gang’s Worst Nightmare

Screen Shot 2013-01-28 at 9.21.56 AMThriving in Watts, Calif. is a coin flip. Exactly half—49.7%—of the families on the block live below the poverty line. At the local public school, David Starr Jordan High, barely half of the students graduate, and those who do are tempted to run fast—literally, in the case of its most famous alumni, Florence Griffith-Joyner. Five years after Griffith-Joyner set a world record at the 1988 Olympics, Jordan Downs, the housing complex where she grew up, made headlines again as the setting of the gritty crime movie Menace II Society.

Watts is famous for its gangs. But it’s also famous for its dreamers, like the Italian immigrant Sabato Rodia, who spent three decades building the ten-story tall Watts Towers from discarded scrap metal, broken glass, and ceramic tiles. Mix Rodia’s ambition with a pragmatism about the hardships facing the neighborhood, and you get 73-year-old Milicent “Mama” Hill, a former LAUSD school teacher who’s turned her living room into a makeshift community center. With their parents working late to keep the family afloat (or absent altogether) and the Grape Street Gang roaming the streets looking for new members, kids in Watts need a safe place to go after school. They need someone who’s going to ask them about their homework and give them a hug. And so, at an age when most people retire and relax, Hill opened Mama Hill’s Help and started her second career as the entire block’s mentor and mother.

Over the last decade, nearly 3,000 kids have come through her door. In a house—and neighborhood—this small, there are no secrets. Mama Hill knows her kids’ friends and she knows their enemies. She knows what they did this weekend, she knows what they’re doing when they leave, and she knows who they’re going with. Everyone is accountable, from who owes his friend an apology to who left that orange peel on the piano. And the kids seem to thrive under her watchfulness, even though they don’t always smile when she orders them to clean up their trash.

Hill’s small house is wallpapered in goals, needs and rules. Goals: an inner city boarding school, adult classes, trips out of state—or at least out of Watts—for the kids. Needs are more immediate: Jell-O cups, Ziploc bags, hotdogs, bread. When the kids get out of school, they’re hungry, so after they give Hill her mandatory hello hug, she lets them crowd her kitchen to take turns fixing a Cup O’Noodles.

As for rules, there are dozens. Commands to leave their anger outside the metal security door, reminders not to touch her lotions in the house’s only bathroom, bribes that if the boys wear their pants up for a month, she’ll give them $20 to put towards a bus pass. There are even rules about following rules, like the sign that says: “Do not disobey, always obey.” Most of all, there are lists of what kids can’t say. The n-word is out. Say that and you’ll have to pay her 50 cents. There’s a quarter charge for blurting “white people,” “stupid,” “shut up,” “y’all,” and “ghetto.”

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