Ghettoside

Not “true crime” in the conventional sense, though it does follow one specific murder case through investigation and trial. However, the victim of that murder is a young black man, as are his killers, which isn't usually the case in most true crime stories (or at least not the ones that get the most attention). Leovy also takes a wider perspective, focusing on the steady drumbeat of unsolved murders happening while the main case is still pending. One of the things you hear a lot about in criminal justice is overpolicing of poor and minority communities (which is absolutely a problem), but this book sheds light on how those communities are, at the same time, tragically under-policed when it comes to the most serious crimes. People are arrested for minor drug charges or traffic violations, while others can literally get away with murder. It's a disservice on both sides of the equation, and this book should spark conversations about what we're really doing with police resources and whose lives are ending unvalued.

It's weird to know that something you read in February will be the best thing you read all year.

The central theme of this book needs to be shouted from the rooftops: If murders in south central LA were all investigated with the vigor that murders elsewhere in LA are, there would be fewer black men murdering black men. Leovy doesn't discount other reasons for so-called “black-on-black” crime, but she's focused on the above reason.

It's too bad that this book is relatively disjointed in making its case–it reads like a bunch of newspaper articles put together, which isn't bad on the face of it, but I would have rather had more coherent analysis of the central theme.

Still, it's worth reading: The real people involved investigating and being the victims of homicides in south central LA is heartrendingly fascinating.