Another killing, another day. Guess where the media went with this one…. Just take a guess.
Hate Crime Wave Drifts North: Bay Area Teens Slay Transgender Girl, Age 17
by Carolina • Saturday October 19, 2002 at 05:16 PM
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The recent rash of hate crimes against queer folk in Southern California has spread to the Bay Area, as the LA Times reports:
[Los Angeles Times story, Oct. 19 ]
NEWARK, Calif. — Three Bay Area men were charged Friday with murdering a 17-year-old boy who dressed and lived as a girl after one of the accused led authorities to the victim’s body, buried in a remote area of the Sierra foothills.
The Alameda County coroner’s office identified the dead teenager as Newark resident Eddie Araujo and said an examination showed he had been severely beaten. Araujo’s body, dressed in women’s clothing, was unearthed Wednesday near an El Dorado National Forest campground 30 miles east of Placerville.
Araujo, a former student at Crossroads High School in Newark, was last seen at a party on Oct. 3, police said, where he was attacked after the suspects discovered he was male.
Police reports detail interviews with several people who said they had heard the defendants had sex with Araujo and then discovered he was not a girl.
Araujo’s mother reported him missing on Oct. 3, telling police she was worried he might have been harmed because he was dressed in women’s clothes, police reports said. She told police that Araujo left for the party dressed in a jeans miniskirt and black shirt.
Newark police said Araujo, who used the first names “Gwen” and “Lida,” had been dressing as a woman for some time.
In an interview Friday night, Araujo’s mother, Sylvia Guerrero said, “If I can bury him, I’ll bury him in a dress with makeup and his nails done, and the tombstone will say, ‘Gwen.’ He deserves it.”
Prosecutors filed murder charges Friday against Michael Magidson, 22, of Fremont and Jaron Chase Nabors, 19, and Jose Merel, 24, both of Newark. Police said Nabors led them to the grave near the Silver Fork campground in El Dorado County. The suspects entered no pleas and were held without bail. Merel’s brother, Paul Merel Jr., 25, was released.
A police affidavit said Paul Merel’s girlfriend, Nicole Brown, discovered Araujo was male when she took him to a bathroom to determine his gender. After she told the others, the defendants allegedly beat him into semiconsciousness and dragged him into a garage, where they tightened a rope around his neck until he appeared dead, the affidavit said.
The defendants drove Araujo to the campsite in the rugged back country of the High Sierra, where they buried him, according to the affidavit.
Araujo’s aunt, Imelda Guerrero, 30, called police on Oct. 9 after hearing a rumor of the slaying of a male dressed as a woman at a local party, police reports said. Police then began interviewing people who had heard about the confrontation at the party, which was held at the Merels’ house.
One person who attended the party took police to the house.
Nabors’ attorney, Robert J. Beles, said his client was “in the wrong place at the wrong time,” but did not “participate in any homicide activity at all.”
“There are no indications of any bias or attitudes of any homophobic nature at all in Jaron,” he said. “When all the evidence is in, it will show he is not guilty of this. He told me he did not participate in any aggressive activity toward the victim, or in beating the victim.”
Beles denied police allegations that Nabors had confessed Wednesday to the crime. He would not comment, however, on whether Nabors led authorities to the body.
Nichole Giacoletto, 19, an acquaintance of Nabors in junior high school, said: “I just can’t believe what’s happened. It’s very sad. Very sick.”
“Jaron was popular — all the girls liked him,” she said. “He hung around with the cool kids. I never saw him in a fight. So I’m shocked.”
Bay Area community groups Friday compared the killing to the 1998 slaying of gay University of Wyoming student Matthew Shepard. A local high school production of a play based on Shepard’s killing, “The Laramie Project,” is set for production next month.
“This case shows that there is still so much work to do about people’s fear and hatred,” said Tina D’Elia, hate-crimes specialist with the San Francisco-based Community United Against Violence. “It shows that for anyone who chooses to go outside the mainstream binary culture, the fear of death is so real.”
Araujo had apparently dropped out of school over the summer. He had been in Newark’s public school system since kindergarten and had shifted to alternative study programs when he was in middle school, first attending the Bridgepoint School and switching to Crossroads for his first three years of high school, said Newark Unified School District Supt. Ken Sherer.
Araujo’s classes required students to meet with a teacher once a week. But he attended only about half his weekly meetings over the years, Sherer said, and hadn’t shown up since the school year began in late August. Truancy officers do not usually try to find students who are 17 or 18 because they are old enough to quit school. His last teacher retired this summer and has moved out of state.
Friends of Araujo at Newark Memorial High School collected $207 Friday to assist with burial expenses. “We are going to keep collecting and get more people involved,” said Jessica Bernal, 16. “We are going to make one big check and give it to his mother. As friends of Eddie, we just want to help.”
“We spend a lot of time teaching students they should respect another person’s lifestyle,” Sherer said. “It’s ironic that this happened to occur at the same time we’re putting on this [“Laramie Project”] play. It does kind of speak to the point that no matter how hard we try within society to eliminate prejudices, we still have a lot of it.”
Newark Memorial drama teacher Barbara Williams said the school still plans to stage “The Laramie Project” next month.
Williams, who has taught in the district for 38 years and is directing the school’s production, said she picked the production because she thought the community needed a lesson in tolerance.
“I’ve watched over the years so many of our students, especially those who are gay, being ridiculed and abused, and being afraid,” Williams said.
Williams said the small East Bay community, consisting of working-class and immigrant neighborhoods between San Jose and Oakland, embraced the idea for the show, which is sold out for its Nov. 8 opening night.
Now, because of the Araujo killing, Williams said, “we’re living the horrible reality of our play.”
The play, she said, will be dedicated to Araujo and all other victims of hate crimes.
Araujo’s friend Daisy Bernal said Araujo would get upset if she called him Eddie.
“She would be like, ‘Shut up. Don’t call me that,’ ” Bernal said. “After I called her that, she just said, ‘I’m a girl, I’m just a girl trapped in a guy’s body. God made me like that.’ ”
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Times staff writer Rone Tempest and Associated Press contributed to this report.
It was summer 1996 right before my senior year of high school back when my curfew was 10. I spent a Saturday with C who was at a UCLA summer camp. While hanging out in her dorm room and traipsing around Westwood Village, I ended up buying a used copy of Stabbing Westward’s Wither, Blister, Burn and Peel at the Wherehouse. “What Do I Have to Do” was played quite a bit on KROQ, and while I thought it was NIN-lite, I couldn’t deny how catchy and good it is.
I got home a bit late, around 10:30, and that was when I had the worst fight with my mom. She had gone to bed early and woke up when I went to the bathroom. Naturally she asked where I was and didn’t believe me when I said where I was or what I was doing. I kept telling her that I was just spending the day with C at UCLA, and she insisted that I wasn’t. I could only imagine what she thought I was doing. I wondered what I did to make her not trust me — I didn’t drink or use drugs; I was a good student in AP classes. At this point I had only started smoking cigarettes for several months. I listened to dark music. I liked to hang out at coffeeshops with my friends. I had horrible self-esteem. I was loud and angry with role models being Howard Stern and Roseanne. I knew I wasn’t perfect, but I didn’t think I was off the rails.
How do you communicate this to a mother with just as bad of a temper as you and who refuses to believe you?
It was getting late, and I wanted to go to bed. My mom didn’t want to end the argument. As a 17-year old, I didn’t know what she wanted from me. I knew I was hiding something big, and I had no intention of ever telling her. But my mom kept yelling at me saying I wasn’t telling the truth. Then I blurted it out.
“I’m gay.”
Fuck. As those words came out, I knew it was a fucking mistake. I knew nothing good was going to come out of this and that this argument was not going to come to an end anytime soon. Predictably, my mom went even more berserk perfecting every melodramatic beat from Korean dramas.
I knew I had to just stand there and take it. Then she said it.
“If you ever bring this up again, I will shoot you and shoot myself.”
Everything blurred after that. I knew I was never going to get my mother’s love, that no one was going to be there for me. It definitely explains the relationship I have with my mom, and it probably explains why I have never been in a relationship or see myself ever being in one.
Since then whenever I listen to Stabbing Westward I think about this night.
All of this to say that I did go see them Friday night as they promoted their re-recording of Wither to celebrate its 30th anniversary along with PIG, Acumen Nation (celebrating the 30th anniversary of Territory=Universe) and 16Volt (celebrating the 30th anniversary of LetDownCrush) as a part of Cold Waves LA. It was a great show of reliving the 90s guitar industrial metal and seeing bands I didn’t get to see back in the day. Hell, PIG even played “Juke Joint Jezebel” which I guess you could call a KMFDM cover even though Raymond Watts was the original featured vocalist.
As I cursed my aching 47-year old feet and back standing for hours at the Pacific Electric, I did think back to that argument 30 years ago and wonder what other climatic moments the people around me had. What traumas are the guy next to me exorcising as he is screaming out the lyrics very much off key?
Around 1 am they finished the set with “Save Yourself,” and the house lights turned up. Sure, I’m still carrying all of that baggage, but at least I got to shake my ass a little and enjoy myself a little, pain be damned.
The only reason I really look forward to my birthday is that I get time off from work and that I usually rent an Airbnb out in the middle of the desert in the Joshua Tree vicinity with a pool, hot tub, and no one around for 5 acres. So here I am in Landers (or a bit away from it really) whose claim to fame was that it was the epicenter of a 7.3 earthquake in 1992 just hours before a separate 6.5 earthquake centered in Big Bear hit on a Sunday morning. Wild stuff.
I arrived here yesterday, and on the way had to stop to get gas. Since this stupid fucking illegal war with Iran has driven gas prices sky high again, I’ve mostly been back on public transit again because, fuck that. There I was at the Arco station jaw agape as the $30 went to $40 and on up until it landed at $72 for 13 gallons of gas. Yes, the “cheap” gas.
I’m going to be spending most of the time in or around the pool trying to finish Schattenfroh by Michael Lentz. I’m at around page 604, so I have about 400 more pages to go. I’ll be honest — I have no fucking clue what’s going on in the book. It’s a slow, slow read and demands your attention but not in a painstaking way. It’s a very enjoyable read, but I honestly don’t know how we get from one part to the next. Instead of trying to make sense of it, I’m just riding the wave, going where it’s taking me and try to make sense of it later.
I’ve started working on a couple of things with myself and hope to get better at as I begin my 48th year on this planet: I have started to journal more. It’s the most mundane scatterbrained thing. I hope it doesn’t cause someone’s head to explode when they go through my journals after I’m dead. (How cute. I think I have any importance that people will actually read what I write rather than just dispose it like they should.)
I need to curb my YouTube addiction. I don’t watch tv shows. I don’t watch sports all that much. I don’t use TikTok. I only doomscroll through Facebook at 3 am after I have woken up to take a piss. I am no longer perpetually online. But I will sit down and waste hours upon hours watching YouTube videos. I really need to get that in check.
That’s all I’ve got. Overall, I’m not happy, but I’m not completely depressed. Let’s just call it nonplussed. For someone who feels like a stranger in his own country, I guess that’s about as good as we can hope for.