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"Standing there, acting stupid."
"What happened next?"
"I told him to get the fuck out of my house. 'You're fuckin' up my house...and get this bitch out of my house. She's fuckin' up ever'thin'." Uncle Joe shrugs and repeats himself. "I thought she was on the rag."
"Are they listening to you?" Randall asks.
"They're not listening...It was like talkin' to somebody that don't understan' English."
Randall asks a series of questions about whether he saw Pancho have sexual contact with the girl. Uncle Joe screws up his face and thinks for about thirty seconds before saying he can't remember. Defense lawyer Kaplan wants it noted on the record that it appears Uncle Joe is "trying to remember his story" rather than respond to the question.
Randall tries to get Uncle Joe back on track by asking if he recalls a conversation he had with Jeffco investigator Al Simmons, the bullet-headed detective who sits at the prosecution table. "Do you remember at that time, Investigator Simmons asked you, 'He is getting head from her?' And that you recalled Pancho saying, 'My turn.' And Pancho was getting head now."
"I don't want to lie," Uncle Joe says, inspiring snickers behind the defense table. "I don't remember."
"What did Danny do?"
"Danny got off her."
"Describe what Danny looked like."
"Like a sickening man," Uncle Joe says. He's starting to work himself up to the dramatics of the last trial. Randall asks again, "Tell me what he physically looked like."
"His pants down to his ankles," Uncle Joe recalls. "His underwear all bloody. He was wearing white boxers. They were red...He is walking with his legs wide open, walking away from her." His voice is at once robotic and singsong. "He's going towards the bathroom. He takes a shower."
"What happened after Danny got in the shower?"
Uncle Joe begins to recount his "heroics" in the face of the gang. "I am telling everybody, 'Get out of my house.'" Danny told the girl to go take a shower.
"Who took the girl to the bathroom?"
"Danny and Pancho went to the bathroom together with her."
After the shower, Pancho went back into the bathroom and carried her out. "He takes her to the...bedroom. He bodyslams her."
"What do you mean?"
"Like wrestling, you throw somebody on their back on the floor. He slammed her on the bed...her leg hit the windowsill."
"Did he throw her hard?"
"As hard as he could," Uncle Joe says, nodding. "I started calling him all kinds of names...It was fun, fun to him, fun to them. They're all laughing."
"What was their reaction to you?"
"There was no reaction. They didn't care," Uncle Joe is almost yelling. "They didn't hear me. They didn't want to hear me."
Randall holds his hands out, makes a calming motion. "How old are you?"
"I'm 52 years old."
"How big are you?" Randall wants the jury to compare the much smaller man to Pancho's broad shoulders and six-foot frame.
"How much to do you weigh?"
Randall returns to the scene of Brandy on the bed, fourteen years old, five feet tall, a hundred pounds and in trouble.
"Then they put her on her hands and knees. I am at the doorway lookin' towards the bed. Danny Boy puts her on her hands and knees. Baby-G tries to get some head...I am looking."
"Did anyone say anything at that time?" Randall asks.
"One of them young kids says, 'Somebody fucked her up.' Them are his words."
"What did you see?"
"I seen the back of her butt. It was about this big," he says, his hands out as though holding a large grapefruit. "It was swollen. She was bleeding from there, from her rectum. I told myself, 'This is no freebie. This is a rape.'" He pauses, then adds, "I hated it even more...and Danny jumps on her from the back."
With that, Randall indicates to Villano that this would be a good place to stop for the day. The judge admonishes the stunned-looking jury, "Let me remind you, until this trial is completed, do not discuss this case with anyone, including members of your family, anyone involved with the trial, other jurors or anyone else...Do not read or listen to any news reports."
They will have to be alone with their thoughts. And still, it will get worse.
She was one of them. A female member of the CMG Bloods on the west side of town. She has followed the story of what happened to Brandy DuVall with a heavy heart.
Although she was "beat in" to the gang, she and her friends were "homegirls" and thus treated better than the young girls they'd locate for the Bloods. "We used to find girls like Brandy for them," she says. "We'd look for them at bus stops and parking lots and ask if they wanted to go party...drink and smoke a few joints and make some money."
The young girls they picked up were particularly interested in the money. What they didn't know was that they were going to be raped by the gang. "Me and the homegirls would be in one room getting high, and the guys would be in a back room pulling a train," she says. "We knew what was going on...but I guess we just kind of got caught up with the guys calling these other girls 'bitches' and 'ho's.'