My Dad was kidnapped out of his business in the early Seventies. It was on a Sunday, there was no money in the store. He was just there to fix something. They demanded he take them to his house so they could rob that. No way.
So, they started beating him, put him into the trunk of his car and drove around Watts, showing him off to their friends, "Look at the Whitey Pig." Getting frustrated, they poured boiling water on him. He wouldn't tell them what they wanted to know.
Finally they were going to kill him, but there was a woman with them who talked them out of it. Out of gas, they left him stranded in Watts.
He knew them. The police knew them, but wouldn't go into that area, so they waited for them to come out and then arrested them.
The longest any of them served was six months.
I was in Colorado at the time. My parents didn't tell me about what happened until they were all in jail.
Dad had a heart attack the previous year. I doubt this experience helped. He died a year later of a massive heart attack. At the viewing, the funeral director commented on the very diverse group of people who payed their respects. I recognized one man who my Dad had bailed out of jail. He and most of us were crying.