April 20, 2022, a federal courthouse in Chicago. Judge Thomas Durkin looked at the man in front of him, the wheelchair, the reading glasses, the face that barely registered what was happening and said, “The sentence that ends a life. You’ll breathe your last breath in jail. You’ll die in jail.
that won’t bring back the people you killed just so you could be called bro man and have people fear you and be a boss to a bunch of losers. Leban laughed. Not a smirk, not an exhale, a laugh. And then he turned to the federal prosecutors sitting across the room and said, “I’m going to see you back here again.” He won’t.
The body, the one that hasn’t walked since around 1999 when a bullet hit him in the chest and took the use of his legs, will end in a federal prison. A jury made it official in 2021. A second jury made it official again in December 2025. Still, he laughed. The federal government’s case supported by two separate jury verdicts, 18 witnesses, thousands of intercepted phone calls, and an investigation that took the better part of a decade to build.
Is that Labar Span ran one of the most violent street operations on Chicago’s west side for decades, that he ordered murders, maintained territory, commanded fear in the geography where he grew up. The federal complaint calls it widespread terror on the west side of Chicago. Two juries agreed, all of it allegedly from a wheelchair.
What two juries and one federal judge and the entire apparatus of federal law enforcement cannot fully resolve what the record raises and then leaves open is the question underneath the verdict. Did Labar Span actually still have power? Or was the West Side still moving around the shadow of a name that people were afraid to get wrong? The government’s position is that the body didn’t matter, that the name kept going regardless.
Broman, West Garfield Park, North Lawndale, late 1990s. The Four Corner Hustlers were founded in 1968 West Garfield Park on Chicago’s west side. By the time Labar Span was a teenager, the organization had been in operation for roughly 30 years. It was not a new thing. It was not improvised. It was a structure with its own hierarchy, its own geography, its own logic for measuring what a man was worth and what he owed and what the world owed him back.
The record on Lebar span begins in 1996. He was 17 years old, convicted of manufacturing and delivering cocaine, one year in prison, not yet old enough to vote. There are some details his defense attorneys put on the record that you can’t just brush past. They said he came up in neighborhoods where the regular systems had already failed, where the rules on paper didn’t mean much because the block had its own rules.
They said when he first went to prison, he couldn’t read. Then locked up, he taught himself. Not just street letters, not just basic words, case law, long stretches of legal language. I believe that part and honestly that matters. Now, what the record does not give us is the inside of that childhood.
It does not tell us the exact day the street got its hands on him. It does not tell us what he saw, who pulled him in, or what moment made the name start to matter. I’m not going to make that up. I’m not going to sit here and pretend I know what it felt like to grow up in West Garfield Park in the 1990s. But I can say this.
Somewhere in that world, the name began. Not in a courtroom, not in a filing, not from some government document. on the block and on the west side. A name is not just something people call you. A name carries weight. It tells people what kind of man they are dealing with before you even step into the room.
It tells them what you will allow, what you will answer for, and what might happen if they test you. At first, the body has to prove the name. Then the name starts doing work the body doesn’t have to do anymore. And eventually, the name moves even when the body can’t. around 1999 or 2000. The record is not precise on the date.
A 2017 Sun Times investigation describes the shooting as more than a decade prior someone shot LeBar Span in the chest. He survived. He lost the use of his legs. He has used a wheelchair ever since. He was in his early 20s. From that point forward, Labar Span moved through the world in a wheelchair. The name kept going.
Here is what the federal government’s position actually requires you to believe. A man loses the use of his legs before he turns 25. And then according to two separate federal juries, he spends the next two decades doing what he had been doing before, running the operation, ordering the killings, maintaining the territory, building what the federal complaint eventually called widespread terror from a wheelchair.
The killings the jury ultimately found him responsible for begin almost immediately after the shooting. July 25, 2000, Maximleia McDaniel was shot and killed. McDaniel is dead. Afterward, Span allegedly visited McDaniel’s brother, who was in county jail at the time. The brother in testimony at trial said the words, “He heard, don’t end up like your brother.
Who you think killed Max? We killed Max.” Two juries heard this testimony. They believed it. April 8th, 2003. George King is shot multiple times and killed the last shot fired after he had already fallen. Internal four corner hustlers dispute the government argued the same men who killed George King killed Willie Woods 8 days later.
April 16th or 17th, 2003. Willie Foots Woods is shot and killed at close range. Two Four Corner Hustlers members walked up and fired on orders. His girlfriend was there. She tried to drag him into a car. She survived. She testified at trial. Three killings in just under three years. All of them with the wheelchair in the background.
By the time the federal case was built, across years of surveillance, intercepted calls, cooperating witnesses, the work of the FBI Safe Streets Task Force, the DEA, the ATF, the Cook County Sheriff’s Office, and the Chicago Police Department, 18 separate witnesses identified Lebar Span as the leader of the Four Corner Hustlers.
18 people looked at the man in the wheelchair and said him, “That’s what was happening outside the walls.” Inside is a different story. Or maybe it’s the same story in a different room. Late 2003 through mid 2007. Cook County Jail. 17 disciplinary incidents logged against Lebar span over approximately four years. One roughly every two months.
December 2004, he attacked a corrections officer with his wheelchair, rolling onto the officer’s feet and legs repeatedly. The guard was taken to the emergency room. The incident was logged. No disciplinary action was taken. January 31st, 2005, he was found with a handmade weapon concealed inside a medical bandage on his hand constructed from materials he had found inside the jail.
February 6th, 2005, he told a corrections officer the make and model of the officer’s car and the route he took home. The disciplinary record logged his exact words. I and my gang has been involved in numerous unsolved murders. A sheriff that was killed in my neighborhood. You’re going to be next to another inmate around the same period.
I run this [ __ ] No matter where you go on this compound, I’ll have your [ __ ] split. 11 of the 17 disciplinary cases were never heard within the required 7-day window. Legally, the disciplinary board could not punish him for those. Three guilty findings came out of 17 incidents, total punishment, 58 days of restrictive housing, and one verbal reprimand.
Before this period, the FBI had intercepted a phone call in which Span allegedly tried to arrange the killing of a sheriff’s investigator. The hit was never carried out. The call was recorded. The cage didn’t contain the name. It just gave it different walls to work against. Outside the name, allegedly ordered bodies dropped.
Inside the name still had to be proven every day. Both versions, the one the government spent years building and the one span spent years resisting, agree on, at least this much. The name was the thing that mattered. Whatever was happening to the body, the name was the variable that other people were responding to.
That’s either the government’s case for a criminal empire or it’s the shadow of a reputation that outlasted the capacity to back it up. The jury decided which one. Labar Span chose to testify in his own defense at both trials. That is not a small decision. Most federal defendants on the advice of council for obvious reasons do not take the stand. Span took it twice.
He wore reading glasses. He read legal documents from his wheelchair during proceedings. The man the government was trying to convict of running a criminal enterprise on charges stemming from murders and racketeering had learned to read inside a sale. When prosecutors attempted to frame him as one figure among many a participant in a larger operation subject to its hierarchy like anyone else, he interrupted that framing.
According to courtroom reporters who covered both trials, my name hold weight, I’m broman, I answer to nobody. He also said, “I had nothing to do with the Four Corner Hustlers. I’m my own man.” Both sentences came out of the same mouth in the same courtroom under oath. The prosecution’s entire theory was that the name Bro Man was evidence, not background. Evidence.
It appeared in federal filings. It appeared in wiretap transcripts. It appeared in the testimony of 18 witnesses who came forward, each under their own legal exposure, many of them cooperating with a government they had spent years working against and pointed at the man in the wheelchair and use that name.
The government’s argument is that you don’t build that kind of testimony around a fiction. And Span said, “I had nothing to do with any of it. Also, my name holds weight. Also, I answered to nobody. The defense had a different read on all of this. Their version was simple.
The government wasn’t proving power. It was prosecuting an echo, a man in a wheelchair, a street organization that according to them was not what it used to be. A name that still scared people even if the machine behind it had already rusted out. What prosecutors called leadership, the defense called leftovers. Reputation.
old fear, people repeating a name because on the west side, some names don’t die when the body slows down. And that is where Span becomes hard to read because in court he did not fit cleanly into anybody’s version. The government has spent years building him into this mastermind, the man behind everything, the voice behind, the violence, the one everybody answered to.
Then Span rolled into court and said basically I don’t run any of that. But he also said I’m my own man. And he also said my name holds weight. That is the part I keep coming back to. Because those three statements sound like they should contradict each other, but I’m not sure they do.
You can say I don’t run the four corner hustlers. You can say nobody controls me. You can say my name still means something. And in a world built on reputation, all three can live in the same room. That was the problem. Span was denying the organization while still standing on the name. The government saw that name as proof of command.
The defense saw it as the ghost of who he used to be. And the jury had to decide which one they were looking at. In 2014, in a conversation recorded by a cooperating witness, wearing a wire span was caught expressing suspicion about Sammy Booker, the man who would eventually become the government’s star witness.
He didn’t go get them guns when we told him to, and then talking about himself in the third person in the same recording. Bro man will kill you while I’m right here with you, boy. The name and the man in the same sentence separated. The government’s case is that this is what power sounds like when it’s entirely confident in itself.
Someone so established in a name that they can refer to it the way you’d refer to weather. Span’s defense would say it’s just a name. What people called him, nothing more. The gap between those two readings is where this story actually lives. The government filled the gap with witnesses and wire taps and jury verdicts twice.
Span said the gap was empty, that there was nothing inside it. The first jury deliberated and said there was something there. The second jury said the same thing. The record doesn’t tell you whether the span believes his own version. The record only shows what he said. And what he said was this.
I had nothing to do with the four corner hustlers. I’m my own man. And also my name hold weight. I’m bro man. Both. Same courtroom, same mouth, same man. Here is the structural trap. On the street, the name was armor. It did the work the body could no longer do. It preceded him into rooms. It made people move differently before they knew why.
In the courtroom, the name was evidence. Every witness who said Broman was adding to the exhibit. Every wire tap that caught the name was adding to the exhibit. And then Span himself added to it under oath. My name hold weight. That’s the trap. The tool that kept him relevant past the shooting, past the wheelchair, past every year the body couldn’t show up in person was also exactly what the government needed.
Not a body at a crime scene, a name repeated by enough people in enough places, including by the man who owned it in a federal courtroom. He used the name to survive. The name made escape impossible. To convict Lebar Span, the federal government needed Sammy Booker. Booker was what the case files describe as Span’s longtime enforcer connected to five of the six killings charged in the 2017 indictment.
The government had been developing him as an asset for years. He began cooperating in 2012 after being arrested on gun charges. By 2019, he had formally pleaded guilty to racketeering conspiracy. His cooperation agreement placed his sentencing range at 25 to 35 years. The jury was told this.
The judge was told this. There was a second range the jury never heard about. In 2017, before Booker testified before the grand jury, he threatened to get cold feet. He didn’t want to go through with it. a USA. Peter Salib, the lead prosecutor on the case, made him a private promise, not 25 to 35 years, but 25 years flat.
A single number, not a range. That’s not a small concession when you’re looking at the possibility of 35. Booker also said he didn’t want to testify about a particular murder the victim is referred to in reporting only by the name Gus. That would be excluded, too. They shook hands over it. No paperwork, no documentation submitted to the court. A handshake.
In 2019, at Booker’s formal guilty plea, hearing Judge Thomas Durkin, the same judge who would eventually sentence Labar Span to mandatory life, asked the prosecutor directly, “Are there any other agreements beyond what has been disclosed to this court?” Peter Salip looked at the judge and said, “No, your honor.
That sentence collapsed. A federal conviction 5 years later. The letter documenting Sale’s actual promise sat unread for years. Booker’s sentencing kept being delayed. He was still cooperating, still being useful to the government’s broader work. When the time came to schedule sentencing in 2024, the letter surfaced.
Salib was already gone. He had left the US attorney’s office before the 2021 trial. He was in private practice. Judge Durkin did not hold back. The undisclosed promise, he said, had been out there since 2017, and you knew it. He added that he was troubled that the attorneys involved knew better and should have corrected the record at many different points in the proceedings.
He vacated the 2021 conviction, new trial order, January 28th, 2025. This is not a story about an innocent man being persecuted by a corrupt government. The evidence against Lebar Span existed independently of Sammy Booker. There were other witnesses, other intercepts, other cooperating defendants.
The prosecution continued to oppose dismissal even as it accepted the new trial. And then in December 2025, after a 5 to six week retrial, a second jury convicted span on all charges. Again, four murders, racketeering, all of it. The machine said, “Bro man corrupted the street.
Then a prosecutor inside the machine made a secret promise to the man whose testimony was supposed to prove it. Stood before a federal judge and lied. left the building before anyone found out. The machine caught itself, rebuilt, and got the same answer. What I keep coming back to is this. The government spent almost 10 years trying to prove that a name on Chicago’s west side had become bigger than the man carrying it. That was the whole theory.
Not just that Lebar Span gave orders. Not just that people listened, but that bro man had turned into something heavier than a nickname. A name people moved around. A name people feared. A name that could make things happen even when the body behind it was sitting in a wheelchair.
In other words, the government was saying this was not just a man anymore. This was an institution. And then look at what happened. The institution trying to take him down had its own dirty corner, its own quiet deal, its own handshake. Nobody wrote down, its own moment where a prosecutor stood in front of a federal judge, said one thing out loud, and knew there was another truth sitting behind it.
That is the part that makes this case feel bigger than one defendant. The government said broman corrupted the street, but the case against him carried its own stain. And somehow after the stain came out, the answer stayed the same. They tried him again. They convicted him again. Sammy Booker, the man whose cooperation convicted Lebar Span twice, is still awaiting sentencing. He pleaded guilty in 2019.
He cooperated through the retrial. His final disposition, as of the time this was written, remains unresolved. The man who helped put Broman away for life still doesn’t know what it’s going to cost him. June 4th, 2003, a barberhop trailer near Roosevelt and Sacramento on the west side of Chicago. Rudy Rangle Jr.
called Ko on the street sat in the barber’s chair. Ko was a leader in the Latin Kings. He was found with somewhere in the range of $300,000 in jewelry on his body, untouched. The shooter entered through the alley, close range. Ko didn’t leave. $300,000 in jewelry left on the body. Whoever killed Kato could have taken it.
They didn’t. That tells you the jewelry was not the point. The point was that Kato stopped breathing. The point was the message sent by stopping him from breathing. Messages have senders. The federal government’s position is that the sender was broman. $20,000 allegedly changed hands. Cooperating witnesses place Span at the center of the order.
Span was acquitted in state court. Several years later, the federal government charged him again. The federal jury convicted him. A killing the government says bro man order for $20,000. one that would connect through grief and marriage and federal cooperation to one of the most significant cartel prosecutions in American history.
The Flores organization had been running at scale for years before Kato ever sat in that barber’s chair. The killing didn’t start the chain. It became part of it. Here is where the killing traveled. Rudy Randel and the Flores twins. Pedro and Margarito were childhood friends from Little Village. By the time Kado died, the twins were already operating inside the Sinaloa cartel’s American distribution network, running cocaine at a scale that would eventually make their cooperation indispensable to El Chapo’s prosecution. At Kato’s funeral, Margarito Flores was there to mourn a childhood friend. Ko’s girlfriend, Valerie Gaitan, her name tattooed on his chest. Destined forever, my queen. Valerie was there to bury the man she loved. Margarita approached her. A romance began. She married him. When the
floor’s twins were arrested in 2008 and agreed to cooperate with federal prosecutors, Valerie was inside that orbit. She pleaded guilty to federal money laundering charges. The woman who married the man who helped convict El Chapo was at KO’s funeral. I don’t know what Lebarp Span knew about the Flores twins when he allegedly authorized that killing in June of 2003.
The record doesn’t say the record doesn’t show that anyone in that barbershop trailer was thinking beyond Roosevelt in Sacramento. What the record does show in separate court proceedings across two decades is that a killing on the west side of Chicago sent a threat running all the way to one of the most consequential cartel prosecutions in American history.
There is something structurally strange about this. The government’s entire case against Lebar Span is built on the argument that a name can have operational weight independent of the body carrying it. That broman as a concept reach places the body couldn’t reach. And then in the KO killing, there is a consequence that extends so far beyond anything the body could have designed or intended that it almost proves the point for the prosecution in a way nobody inside that case was tracking. $20,000, a barberhop trailer, a message delivered. The body was in a wheelchair. The name moved further than anybody could. April 20, 2026, Judge Durkin said the words that don’t come back from you’ll breathe your last breath in jail, you’ll die in jail. Then he named the reason, not the murders. Though the prosecutor who stood before the court
called what those killings left behind, a blast zone of grief and trauma that spread far beyond that one life. He named the reason as the name itself just so you could be called broman and have people fear you. Labarpan laughed. Told them he’d be back. He won’t. The body that stopped walking around 1999 will end inside a cell just so you could be called broman.
The body was in a wheelchair the whole time. The name was never locked inside the body.
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