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Close overlay Buy Featured Book Title I Can't Breathe Subtitle A Killing on Bay Street Author Matt Taibbi Your purchase helps support NPR programming. • • The death of Eric Garner is a good place to start if you want to tell a story about our politically divided country. At least, that's the case Matt Taibbi makes in his new book, and quite successfully. I Can't Breathe, which takes its title from Garner's last words, traces his life from adolescence to his final day.

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It was July 17th, 2014. Garner was approached by two NYPD officers for allegedly selling a 'loosie' cigarette. (Something he most likely hadn't done, according to Taibbi's reporting — at least, not at that time of day.) A bystander filmed what happened next in a video that went viral: When Garner resisted arrest, Officer Daniel Pantaleo placed him in a chokehold and brought him down. Once restrained, Garner remained face down on the sidewalk, surrounded by police who seemed inattentive to his condition. According to the city medical examiner's report, Garner died of compression to the neck from Pantaleo's chokehold, and compression of his chest as police restrained him. Garner's death. His life, no longer his own, became a symbol for, systematic racism, and eventually, as Taibbi describes it, 'America's pathological desire to avoid equal treatment under the law of its black population.'

But Taibbi's primary objective in I Can't Breathe is to show us Garner as he lived, a 'flesh-and-blood person — interesting, imperfect, funny, ambitious, and alive.' So who was he? Eric Garner was a towering man of mild manner and good street sense, who lived by his own ethical code. He conducted business as a bootleg cigarette salesman on Bay Street, across from Staten Island's drug-infested Tompkinsville Park, selling at a discount to drunks, dopers, and middle-class commuters on their way into Manhattan. Rain or shine, Garner could be found on his Bay Street block, where he sometimes kept the peace by breaking up fights and other altercations — in part to avoid generating too much heat in his place of business.

In many ways, Garner's story is a familiar one: He fell in love and got married too early, still in his teens. His wife, Esaw, already had two kids, throwing Garner into fatherhood — a responsibility that seemed to govern the rest of his life.

He turned to drug dealing, first to supplement his income from odd jobs, then full time. He was first arrested for selling crack in the mid-1990s, and from that point on he was in and out of prison on drug charges so often that it became routine. 'Garner was no kingpin,' writes Taibbi. 'He didn't have the stomach for what it would take to get there.' So he tried for a cleaner path by selling bootleg cigarettes. Here, he found himself — as he told a friend: 'Felony money, misdemeanor time.' But New York City in that period was in the throes of aggressive policing — the broken windows theory, the implementation of stop and frisk policies, and a system called CompStat, where crime statistics were analyzed to produce arrest quotas.

CompStat forced police to keep their arrest numbers high, which led to more mistakes made — wrongful harassment, unnecessary arrests, or worse, beatings, homicides, and fatalities. Taibbi spends many chapters implicating police policies, and particularly these three ideas. They are the reasons, he argues, that Garner came into contact with police that day. And he backs his reasoning up with many horrifying instances of police misconduct and brutality — mostly within Garner's community — pummeling readers over and over; the effect is like being beaten by a storm out at sea, wave after wave. [Taibbi] backs his reasoning up with many horrifying instances of police misconduct and brutality.

The effect is like being beaten by a storm out at sea, wave after wave. But where I Can't Breathe becomes most riveting is in the aftermath of Garner's death, as district attorney Dan Donovan fails to get a grand jury to indict Officer Pantaleo. Donovan passes up justice for Garner to preserve his own political ambitions, while civil rights groups struggle to get a judge to disclose that grand jury's minutes so they can find out what went wrong. By now these injustices are part of the fabric of our history. Taibbi isn't trying to win over any skeptics about Garner's case.

He's a contributing editor to Rolling Stone, and his style is a distant cousin to the gonzo tradition of that publication. He's not afraid to make a character he deems villainous look buffoonish — like Donovan, who has 'a long neck ending in a small blond head, like a yellow lollipop.' Does Taibbi's style undermine his reporting?

But the legwork he's done, and hours he put into documenting Garner's home base, talking with his family and friends, and capturing the people of Tompkinsville Park make all the difference. Taibbi treats the people on Garner's side with much more compassion — particularly his daughter, Erica, who is relentless in her pursuit of justice for her father. Like Erica, Garner's family and friends speak of him honestly, testify to his decent nature, his limited choices, his bad decisions, and what was taken from him. By the end, Garner's portrait is fully alive and breathing.

But as I Can't Breathe grimly reminds us, the forces that killed him are equally alive, and as powerful as ever. Alex Gilvarry is an assistant professor of creative writing at Monmouth University. His most recent novel, Eastman Was Here, was published in August.

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CLICK HERE: (BLACK DETROIT HIT MAN-MOST DANGEROUS IN U.S. HISTORY) Introduction: When you speak of dangerous black enforcers/hit men, people often name Wayne 'Silkk' Perry as the most dangerous hit man in history. I beg to differ, as reported before, Chester Campbell Wheeler (above) is the most dangerous black hit man in U.S. This contract killer is alleged to have killed 300 people. Chester Campbell Wheeler was feared by other hit men. They were also in awe of him. He charged $10,000 per hit in the 1970's-1980's.

He was usually flown in by clients (all expenses paid) to execute the intended target. He was always attired in black when he murdered people. Law enforcement didn't instill fear in Wheeler, on one occasion, he tried to run them off the road.

Cops found a 'kill list' notebook (in his car) that included 300 names of victims and dead informants as well as daily routines and the diagrams of homes. Additional information on Chester Campbell Wheeler below. Backstory: A convicted murderer and reputed hit man for drug dealers -- who triggered a furor in 1975 when he was arrested with notebooks filled with details about drug investigations and top law enforcement officials -- was arrested Wednesday by federal agents. The arrest of Chester Wheeler Campbell, 57, appeared to be a carbon copy of the 1975 incident in which police also seized drugs and weapons from him. Marijuana, heroin, cocaine, one shotgun, six handguns -- one equipped with a silencer -- and the ingredients for a remote- controlled firebomb were among the items seized from Campbell Wednesday, said Kenneth Walton, special agent in charge of the Michigan FBI office. Campbell, on parole for a federal weapons violation, was arrested at 9 a.m.

By FBI and U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) agents as he drove from his home in the 5200 block of Ivanhoe on Detroit's west side, Walton said. 'We received information that he was a convicted felon who was in possession of firearms,' Walton said. AFTER Campbell stepped out of the car, FBI agents searched him and found a.45 caliber semi- automatic pistol and 'what appeared to be a ballpoint pen, but was actually what is known as a pen gun that fires a single.22 caliber bullet,' Walton said. Inside the car, Walton said, agents found a.44 Magnum semi- automatic pistol loaded with exploding bullets, a.357 Magnum revolver, a.38 caliber revolver, a.32 caliber semi-automatic pistol and a 12-gauge shotgun. The agents also found about $10,000 cash in the car and a book containing the names and addresses of 'what appears to be every known major narcotics dealer in Detroit,' Walton said. The car also was filled with what Walton called 'personal, handwritten records and other documents...

That appear to be surveillance reports on various individuals and... Records of various narcotics transactions.'

In the trunk, agents found a remote control timing device, blasting caps and gasoline, Walton said. During a search of Campbell's two-story brick home, agents found another shotgun, three more revolvers and 44 pounds of marijuana, Walton said. CAMPBELL, who has served time in prison on murder, robbery and drug charges, was paroled in September 1984 after being convicted on weapons charges.

He appeared Wednesday before U.S. District Court Magistrate Virginia Morgan on charges of illegally possessing weapons and possession with intent to distribute heroin.

Morgan ordered Campbell held without bond. If convicted, Campbell faces a maximum sentence of 50 years. This is the last known article on Chester Campbell Wheeler. If he's alive, his whereabouts are unknown. (MOST POWERFUL BLACK BALLER IN LAS VEGAS-IS PARALYZED) Introduction: Despite being in a wheelchair, 'Wheelchair Mike' is considered the most feared and powerful black baller in Las Vegas. This pretty boy (photos do him no justice) has been allegedly linked to the wife of one of the richest men in Las Vegas.

According to rumors: She lavished him with gifts, including a $50,000-$100,000 per month allowance. Mike is also an alleged pimp with a stable of 20 women. It wasn't unusual to see Mike in the VIP section of the top nightclubs with a beautiful woman sitting in his lap. He's also been spotted backstage at A-list concerts, mingling with celebrities. Backstory: Far from the seedy hotels, Back alleys and dark corners of “Sin City” some less than reputable flesh peddlers live in luxury. More and more investigations of suspected pimps lead Metro Vice detectives to some of the valley’s poshest neighborhoods. The IRS and Metro Vice detectives executed two search warrants at the same time.

One in Lake Las Vegas and the other in Spanish Trails. In neighborhoods known for their high-dollar homes, millionaire pimps live alongside doctors, lawyers and business executives. In one of the valley’s most exclusive communities, a small army approaches. It’s the Metro Police Departments’s SWAT and Vice units and investigators from the Internal Revenue Service.

They descend on a multi-million dollar mansion. It is the rental home of suspected pimp Wheelchair Mike who’s real name is Micah Duncan. Investigators detain Duncan, along with his 19-year-old companion, as SWAT officers move from room to room. Though he may not look the part, Duncan has a history of violence including a 2007 armed robbery conviction and a recent federal indictment as an ex-felon in possession of a firearm. This night, Metro investigators seek evidence of pandering.

It is no small endeavor given the enormity of the residence which is some 20-thousand square feet. Investigators seize more than half-a-million dollars in vehicles alone, including a Mercedes, Maybach and a pair of Rolls Royces. Symbols of ostentatious wealth not lost on the IRS. A Metro arrest report links Duncan to several alleged prostitutes recently busted for soliciting at a strip club. Baughman suspects the castle, the cars and some $20,000 in cash are the fruits of their labor. Its the spoils of the sex trade controlled by pimps. This was the first search warrant as part of a new partnership between Metro Vice and the IRS.

Together, they hope to punish pimps on two fronts, by taking their freedom and their possessions. Duncan was released from State facility [State Charges] on $3000.00 bond, however he was immediately taken into custody by Federal Authorities on Federal charges. 'CROSS COUNTRY CALL GIRL RING' (THE GABOR'S) Introduction: In the 1980's and 1990's, 'The Gabor,' call girl ring (led by Jimi Starr-top photo) had celebrities, politicians and athletes on lockdown in Hollywood, San Francisco, Miami, Seattle, Las Vegas and New York. This multi-racial ring averaged $10,000 per night (each). All that glitters isn't gold and a few of the Gabor's met a tragic end. Bianca: Bianca was the bottom woman. She had been a premiere runway fashion model with a nationally known black fashion organization.

She was tall and beautiful with a chocolate complexion and an model carriage. Tina: Tina started robbing a mobster trick. She gifted Jimi Starr with stacks of cash, Rolex watches and a countless number of diamond rings. One of her victim's was Vito; an aging and renowned drug trafficking gangster who owned a chain of topless bars throughout America.

He had the respect of every criminal in the country. Tina was dark and slender and had huge silcione-implanted breasts that would have made Dolly Parton blush. When Jimi found out the stolen bling belong to a dangerous Italian gangster. He approached Tina. Before he could say anything, Tina said, Jimi, I risked my life, stealing that gangsters jewelry for you! Vito tells me he forgives me. Even though Vito did question me, asking me the whereabouts of the jewelry, I never divulged that information.

Vito is now my Italian sugar daddy, he assured me that everything was okay. Jimi told her, when Don Vito gets here, he's going to give you something, all right, and you are not going to like it. Wake up you ignorant fool. You've robbed the mob. Jimi pulled out a velvet pouch (containing the jewelry) and gave it back to Tina. Two weeks later, Jimi got a call from Bianca.

Jimi, they found Tina in an abandoned building, that is known as a trick spot for prostitutes. Her tongue was cut out and stitched into the crack of her a**; her thumbs and index fingers were cut off, both hands were missing from the scene. Her implants were cut out; and pinned to the skin of her empty and sagging left breast was a piece of notepad paper that simply said 'thief.' Bianca added: The truly cold and ironic part of the story is that even though they had manically butchered Tina, they left her alive! Tee: Tee, 8, was returned to her mother Marie, after she was released from the pen. Marie was addicted and continued to use narcotics. One night, on her knees in the bathroom, Marie cringed and retched into the toilet.

Cold chills ran up and down her soaked spine. She was cold.

She was cold again. She was dope sick in the worst possible way. Whose d**k could she suck? Who could she have sex with? She needed money to get a quick fix.

From behind Marie, Tee's small voice said, 'Mommy, are you all right?' With the eyes of a venomous serpent anticipating devouring it's prey, the mother turned and eyed the child. Reaching out, she pulled the child close. Hugging Baby Tee, Marie whispered, 'Yes honey, Mommy's all right now.' Embracing Tee, Marie wickedly thought to herself, I'll call Uncle Mike. He's got dope and he's got cash. Uncle Mike likes kid pu**y.

She frantically made the phone call for the narcotics and cash she needed. Hello Mike, do you still like them young?

Within the hour, Mike arrived and placed Tee's small nude body on his nude lap. Later, he performed anal sex on this child. Four years later, when Tee was 12, she heard a car door shut in the driveway. She also heard the drug induced voice of her mother and two strange men. With her bedroom lights out, she stood behind the door and listened to the conversation in the next room.

My girlfriend's not ugly,' Marie said. She simply wants to keep her identity a mystery. You see she is married to one of your co-workers at the factory. Her husband's a manager, to be precise, and she don't want her husband to know she's whoring around. Sure, my girlfriend's got some real good pu**y. The drunken men roared with laughter.

Marie then entered Tee's darkened room. 'Baby, Mommy needs you to do her another little favor.' 'Mommy has some friends who want to meet you. I would to be especially nice to them,' she whispered. 'Remember, like always, keep the lights out. We don't want them to know how old you are. In the supposed and anticipated secrecy of darkness and in the confines of Tee's small room, her mother and the two men performed circus acts and freak love.

The giant Black bald headed trick moaned and groaned in sexual delight as he reached climax. The trick's curiosity and excitement led him to turn the light on. His face filled with unexplained horror, then shock, and then disbelief.

Raising his hand, he pointed at Tee. He screamed at the top of his lungs. She's just a little girl. He glared at Marie. Junkie bitch, this is your baby! In complete disgust, the trick continued to scream.

You disgusting tramp. He balled his fists and rushed across the room. The two tricks beat and stomped Marie into convulsions, rendering her unconscious. Sadly, Tee would turn to prostitution. She became a 'Gabor.' She would die a few years later. Source: 'Pimp Tales,' by: James Robinson BUMPY JOHNSON: Drug kingpin Frank Lucas (who Denzel Washington will be portraying in the upcoming film, American Gangster) says- Ellsworth 'Bumpy' Johnson (above, very top photo, front) the most famous of all Harlem gangsters, saved my life.

'I was hustling up at Lump's Pool Room, on 134th Street. Eight-ball and that. So in comes Icepick Red. Red, he was a tall motherf*cker, clean, with a hat.

A fierce killer, from the heart. Freelanced Mafia hits. Anyway, he took out a roll of money that must have been that high. My eyes got big.

I knew right then, that wasn't none of his money. That was my money. 'Who got a thousand dollars to shoot pool?' Icepick Red shouted. I told him I'm playing, but I only got a hundred dollars...

And he's saying, 'What kind of punk only got a hundred dollars?' I wanted to take out my gun and kill him right there, take his damn money. 'Except right then, everything seemed to stop. The jukebox stopped, the pool balls stopped. Every f*cking thing stopped. It got so quiet you could've heard a rat piss on a piece of cotton in China. 'I turned around and I saw this guy -- he was like five feet ten, five feet eleven, dark complexion, neat, looked like he just stepped off the back cover of Vogue magazine.

He had on a gray suit and a maroon tie, with a gray overcoat and flower in the lapel. I never seen nothing that looked like him. He was another species altogether.

'Can you beat him?' He said to me in a deep, smooth voice. 'I said, 'I can shoot pool with anybody, mister.

I can beat anybody.' 'Icepick Red, suddenly he's nervous. He shouts out, 'I don't got no bet with you!' 'Bumpy ignores that. 'Rack 'em up, Lump!'

'We rolled for the break, and I got it. And I wasted him. Icepick Red never got a goddamn shot. Bumpy sat there, watching. Didn't say a word. Then he says to me, 'Come on, let's go.'

I'm thinking, who the f*ck is this Bumpy? But something told me I better keep my damn mouth shut.

I got in the car. A long Caddy. First we stopped at a clothing store -- he picked out a bunch of stuff for me. Suits, ties, slacks. Then we drove to where he was living, on Mount Morris Park.

He took me into his front room, said I should clean myself up, sleep there that night. 'I wound up sleeping there six months... Then things were different.

The gangsters stopped f*cking with me. The cops stopped f*cking with me.

I walk into the Busch Jewelers, see the man I robbed, and all he says is: 'Can I help you, sir?' Because now I'm with Bumpy Johnson -- a Bumpy Johnson man.

I'm 17 years old and I'm Mr. 'Bumpy was a gentleman among gentlemen, a king among kings, a killer among killers, a whole book and Bible by himself,' says Lucas about his years with the Robin Hood of Harlem, who had opposed Dutch Schultz in the thirties and would be played by Moses Gunn in the original Shaft and twice by Laurence Fishburne (in The Cotton Club and Hoodlum). Bumpy Johnson remains the most power black gangster in US history. 'He saw something in me, I guess. He showed me the ropes -- how to collect, to figure the vig.

Back then, if you wanted to do business in Harlem, you paid Bumpy or you died. Extortion, I guess you could call it. Everyone had to pay -- except the mom-and-pop stores.' With Bumpy, Frank caught a glimpse of the big time.

He'd drive downtown, to the 57th Street Diner, waiting by the car while his boss ate breakfast with Frank Costello. Frank accompanied Bumpy to Cuba to see Lucky Luciano. 'I stayed outside,' Frank remembers, 'just another guy with a bulge in my pocket.' 'There was a lot about Bumpy I didn't understand, a lot I still don't understand...

When he was older, he'd lean over his chessboard in his apartment at the Lenox Terrace, with these Shakespeare books around, listening to soft piano music, Beethoven -- or that Henry Mancini record he played over and over, 'Baby Elephant Walk'... He'd start talking about philosophy, read me from Tom Paine, 'The Rights of Man'... 'What do you think of that, Frank?' What could I say? Best book I remember reading was Harold Robbins's The Carpetbaggers.' In the end, as Frank tells it, Bumpy died in his arms: 'We were at Wells Restaurant on Lenox Avenue.

Billy Daniels, the singer, might have been there. Maybe co*ckeye Johnny, J.J., Chickenfoot.

There was always a crowd around, wanting to talk to him. Bumpy just started shaking and fell over.' Lucas says, 'There wasn't gonna be no next Bumpy.

Bumpy believed in that share-the-wealth. I was a different sonofabitch. I wanted all the money for myself... Harlem was boring to me then.

Numbers, protection, those little pieces of paper flying out of your pocket. I wanted adventure. I wanted to see the world.' To read more about Frank Lucas, click here: Source: New York Magazine 'DID BLACK PANTHERS ASSASSINATE BLACK GODFATHER/PIMP?' Black Underworld: Frank Ward not only met with Max Julien (above-with his two brothers) to make sure the actor portrayed him correctly, but he also provided protection for the cast and crew on the set of 'The Mack.' Ward was the biggest black crime boss/black godfather to come through Oakland, ever. He was also a pimp with the largest stable in Northern California.

Julien drove his customized Caddy in the film. Trouble came when Huey Newton and the Black Panther Party-who ran the political side of black Oakland-felt the production had infringed on their turf. The Panthers rained bottles down on the crew on the first day of filming. Julien was friends with Newton and met with him to cool tensions, but before filming could be completed, Frank Ward was shot in the back of the head and killed as he sat in his Rolls Royce with his bottom woman; she was also killed. The Panthers were blamed for the hit and without Ward’s protection, the filmmakers retreated to L.A. To finish the film.

They dedicated 'The Mack,' to Frank Ward, but as if to show who really ran Oakland, Huey Newton insisted the premiere benefit the Panthers’ milk fund in the city. A few weeks ago, I questioned if black actress Carol Speed (The Mack) actually had a relationship with pimp Frank Ward (1st photo left, with his brother Ted) at the Muhammad Ali/Joe Frazier fight in the 70's.

A quote from Carol Speed: 'While filming The Mack, I started dating Frank Ward. About a week or two after we left Oakland, Frank Ward along with a woman were gunned down in Berkeley, California.' Well, to say the least, it was traumatic for me.

I was also living in a house on Queen Road (Hollywood Hills) that I couldn't afford by myself. I had a child (Mark Speed) to support. I was in the process of putting a so-called friend (male) out of the house. To add insult to injury, while filming Sanford and Son with Redd Foxx, my so-called friend broke into my house and stole everything - even the bedspread! When 'The Mack,' director Michael Campus first met Frank Ward the gangster allegedly dropped a huge bag of co*ke worth ten thousand dollars on the table just to see how Campus would react. Once Ward put his seal of approval on 'The Mack' the crew had access to locations the likes of which had never been seen before-Nightclubs!

The pimps, women, bums, and junkies seen in the film are authentic pimps, women, bums, and junkies doing their best for Campus under Frank Ward's close supervision. According to actors and actresses on the set, Carol Speed was indeed Frank Ward's girl! Allegedly, some said Carol was a naive middle class girl and everybody was worried Ward was going to send her out on the street. Thankfully, this never happened because Frank was murdered before completion of the film. At the time of his death, Ward had decided to go legit and had invested heavily in legitimate businesses. After he was killed, his financial advisor left town, never to return.

Sources: Acidlogic.com. Photo credit (Ward Brothers): Johnson Publications In Related News: According to Mayme Johnson (Bumpy Johnson's widow, 2nd photo) drug lord Frank Lucas (American Gangster) was little more than a flunky to Bumpy Johnson (above), and a flunky whom Bumpy never fully trusted. Frank -- Bumpy, said -- was a liar, and it’s easier to trust a thief than a liar. A thief, Bumpy reasoned steals because he needs money; a liar lies for the hell of it. When I heard that Lucas wrote a magazine article a few years back claiming that he was Bumpy’s right hand man, and that Bumpy died in his arms, I was upset. Now I understand that there’s a movie coming out starring Denzel Washington called “American Gangster” which tells the life of Frank Lucas and will perpetrate that lie. I’m now furious.

Now why would Frank tell such a lie? Because he figures that since Junie Byrd, Nat Pettigrew, Finley Hoskins and Sonny Chance have all died, there’s no one alive to reveal the fact that he’s lying. Maybe he’s figured I’m dead, too. Well, he’s wrong – I’m 93, and old – but I’m still kicking (not as high as I once did), and I have all of my mental faculties. There have been legends, myths, and rumors flying around about Bumpy for decades, and I’ve never spoken to confirm or deny any – even when the movie “Hoodlum” was released in 1997, and contained all kinds of factual errors about the man I love. But now I’ve finally decided to speak out.

To set the record straight. To tell the truth and damn the devil. To let the world know about the real Bumpy Johnson. Harlem Godfather: The Rap On My Husband, Ellsworth “Bumpy” Johnson will be the first complete biography of a man who for years was Harlem’s best kept, and most cherished secret. While most of the world is familiar with -- and fascinated by -- the organized crime organizations of the Italian, Irish, Jewish and Russian communities, this will be a rare glimpse into the organized underworld of African Americans. IN RELATED NEWS: (BUMPY JOHNSON'S CONNECTION TO BILLIE HOLIDAY) Bumpy Johnson's widow Mayme Johnson (above, second photo) reveals the following in her upcoming book: I was born in North Carolina, not far from Ashville. My parents were sharecroppers, and we were poor.

And I knew from a very early age that I didn’t like being poor. And people started telling me, at a very early age, that with my looks I wouldn’t have to be poor long. I was what they called light, bright, and damn near white, with straight light-brown hair that hung down my back.

By the time I was 14, men were already beginning to notice me. When I arrived in New York. I went out a lot during that time.

Men were always asking me out, and I often went. I wasn’t going to bed with them, but I did let them take me out and show me a good time. Nothing wrong with that.

And I was always most attracted to men who had money. I always said you don’t need a man who doesn’t have money because you can do bad by yourself. Harlem hustler John Levy might have been good looking and a sweet talker, but John was a man who took money from women.

Hell, he’d want to pimp me and I’d want to pimp him. Wasn’t going to work.

And – I found out later – if John didn’t get what he wanted from a woman fast enough, he’d beat the hell out her. He hooked up with blues great Billie Holiday in the late 40’s and it was a shame the way he treated that poor woman. He used to beat her right out there on the street, on Seventh Avenue. It was she who put up most of the bankroll for him to open the Vets Club.

And years later, I can remember him bringing her to a party Bumpy (center) and I had after we moved into the Lenox Terrace. She was all bruised, and looked like she was crying, and John – bold as day – said “Bumpy, come here. I got something to show you.” He pulled out a pair of her exquisite and expensive jade earrings - crusted in gold - from his pocket and offered to sell them to Bumpy right in front of everybody. Billie didn’t say anything, she just averted her eyes in shame. Bumpy was disgusted – John was his boy from way back, but Bumpy liked Billie and didn’t think John had to embarrass her like that, selling her jewelry at a party right in front of her. Bumpy pulled out fifty dollars and gave it to John, then snatched the earrings out his hand. I think he did it so John wouldn’t go around hawking it to other people at the party and shame poor Billie even more.

After the party Bumpy gave me the earrings and said he never wanted to see them again. I still have those earrings. John was a real bastard. Source: 'Harlem Godfather: The Rap On My Husband, Ellsworth 'Bumpy' Johnson by: Mayme Johnson and Karen E.

Quinones Miller In Related News: 'HARLEM UNDERWORLD AFTER DARK' *The following is an excerpt from Mayme Johnson's upcoming book, 'Harlem Godfather: The Rap On My Husband Ellsworth 'Bumpy Johnson,' by Mayme Johnson and Karen E. Quinones Miller.

It wasn’t unusual for a gunshot victim to be wheeled into the operating room of Sydenham Hospital in Harlem in 1952. Especially in the wee hours of the morning when club hoppers with too much to drink took their nine-to-five frustrations out on whoever was available.

But this was no usual gunshot victim. This was my husband, Ellsworth “Bumpy” Johnson. The man who, according to legend, almost single-handedly fought the infamous Jewish hoodlum Dutch Schultz when that notorious madman tried to take over the Harlem numbers rackets. The man who was as well-known for his charity to children as for his deadly temper when he was crossed by other gangsters. The man who was the undisputed King of the Harlem Underworld. The man to whom I’d been married only three years. And from the looks of things, the 45-year-old man who was about to take his last breath.

“Bumpy,” Detective Philip Klieger yelled as he trotted alongside the gurney towing the bloodied half-conscious man, “You know you’re not going to make it. Tell me who shot you so we can bring him to justice.” But see, my husband lived by the gangster code. Bumpy opened his eyes and momentarily focused on the detective, and his slackened lips curled into a snarl. “A man can only die once, and dead men make no excuses,” he managed to get out before falling into full unconsciousness. In June 1952, the tall dark-skinned Robert 'Hawk' Hawkins was determined to make someone take himself seriously.

He desperately wanted to be accepted by the Harlem hustlers. He needed to make a name for himself. The Vets Club, which was located at 122nd Street and St.

Nicholas Avenue, was owned by John Levy – the abusive boyfriend/manager of jazz great Billie Holiday, and Vincent Nelson – one of the most successful pimps in Harlem. The joint would be jumping and the folks would be stomping. There was always a good time and a good crowd at The Vets. On this particular night jazz great Sarah Vaughn was there sipping champagne, along with the Brown Twins, a popular jazz duo.

The gorgeous vamp Margherite Chapman, who would later marry baseball slugger Willie Mays (she was a lot older than him, but she lied to him about her age) was there also, along with a couple of black Hollywood starlets who wished they looked as good as Margherite, and R&B diva Dinah Washington was holding court to her usual entourage of ten or twelve. It was about 5:30 a.m.

When the already half-drunk, Hawk sauntered over to the bar and ordered a scotch, then proceeded to loudly talk about his take for the night – the trick money his “bitches” had turned over to him after a night of whoring. “Man, why don’t you cool out? Can’t you see there’s ladies in here? Show some respect,” Bumpy said irritably as he clinked the ice in his watered down glass of ginger ale. As bad as Bumpy was, he didn’t smoke or drink, and he didn’t like men cursing around women they didn’t know. To be honest, I don’t believe Hawk even looked up to see that it was Bumpy, because he would have been stupid to say what he said next.

“Ni**er, who the f*ck is you to tell me to cool out?” he yelled in his heavy southern accent. Bumpy looked him up and down and then said quietly, “I’m about to be your worst nightmare. Now haul your behind outta here before someone has to carry you out.” This time Hawk did look up before saying anything else, and that’s when he realized who it was he’d been addressing. Intoxicated, but not stupid, Hawk turned to leave but stumbled over a chair on the way out. Someone snickered and Hawk angrily whirled around to say something, but Bumpy looked at him with an icy stare and said, “You still here?” Ego bruised, Hawk left.

Bumpy bought a round of drinks for the ladies as an apology for the rudeness for the younger man, and the merriment continued as it had been before the intrusion. An hour later most of the party-goers were gone, and my husband was standing at the bar talking to the bartender, and the club owners John Levy and Vincent Nelson when he suddenly felt a nudge on his shoulder and turned around. Hawk, had topped off the scotch he’d already imbibed with cheap wine, and armed with liquid courage and a borrowed revolver he had come back to seek his revenge.

“What you got to say now, ni**er?” he screamed as he shakily pointed the gun at Bumpy’s head. “You so f*cking bad, what you gotta say now?” Bumpy was out on bail and carried no knife or gun, and because he was backed up against the bar, there was no way he could escape. “Man, why don’t you go home and sleep it off?” Bumpy said calmly as he stretched his hand out behind him, hoping to grasp something on the bar that he could use as a weapon. “You were wrong and you got called out on it. It’s over now.” “Ain’t sh*t over,” Hawk yelled as he stepped back and tightened his finger on the trigger to take his shot. But just then Bumpy managed to grab a potted plant and smashed it into the side of Hawk’s face. It was enough to throw off Hawk’s aim, and the bullet meant for Bumpy’s head slammed into the right side of his chest instead.

Bumpy slumped to the floor – eyes closed -- and for a moment Hawk stood over him as if just realizing what he’d done. But when Bumpy reopened his eyes, and Hawk realized he was still alive, Hawk flew out the door.

“Bumpy, are you alright?” the bartender asked as he, Vince, and Levy rushed over to the fallen man. “I’m fine,” Bumpy said in a weak and shaky voice. “Just help me to my feet.” Levy and the bartender half-carried Bumpy to Vince’s car, and they sped off to Sydenham Hospital on 124th Street and Manhattan Avenue.. As Vince helped Bumpy up the stairs another gambler and pimp, Gershwin Miles, called from across the street. “Bumpy is that you? You alright, man?” “Naw, man. I’ve been shot,” Bumpy managed to yell back to his friend.

No lie, it seemed like all of Harlem must have been listening because within ten minutes the hospital was filled with people trying to see what had happened to Bumpy. I was home asleep when Vincent called me to tell me what happened. I almost had a heart attack right there in bed when he said, “Mayme, you’d better hurry.

The doctors aren’t sure he’s going to make it.” The operation took six hours, and when it was over Dr. Wardrow came over and told me, “Mrs. Had the bullet been one one-tenth of an inch to the left it would have pierced his heart and we wouldn’t be here speaking now because your husband would be dead. And to be honest, we’ve done all we can, but it’ll still be touch and go for the next few days.

I suggest that you pray for your husband’s survival.” “Dear Lord,” I said. “I know that my husband hasn’t always been the most upright citizen, but he’s always been an upright man. And I love him very much, Dear Lord. Please don’t take Bumpy away from me.” I stayed on my knees for another fifteen minutes sending up prayer after prayer. When I got up and turned to face Hoss Steele, Nat Pettigrew, Junie Byrd, Vince Nelson, John Levy, Ricky Williams and George Rose I was surprised and touched to see tears in their eyes – these men were considered to be some of the toughest men in Harlem, and they were on the verge of breaking down with emotion.

Suddenly Ricky cleared his throat and spoke. “Look, the doctors done all they could, and Mayme got the God thing in hand, let’s go get out in the street and kill that punk motherf*cka Hawk.” Without another word they all walked out the hospital and got in their cars and sped off. They never did find Hawk, though. We found out later that once he ran out the Vets Club he got in his car and drove to Albany, New York and hid out there before finally high-tailing it back to North Carolina. After weeks of touch and go, Bumpy would make a full recovery.

Al Capone may have ruled Chicago. Lucky Luciano may have run most of New York City. But, when it came to Harlem, the man in charge was my man, Bumpy Johnson. MOST FEARED & DANGEROUS MOB BOSS SHOT BY BLACK ASSASSIN: Sometime in the early to late 1960's, mob soldier Joey Gallo (above) befriended African-American youths from the black-populated enclaves of Brooklyn, New York realizing that joining forces with the African-Americans, rather than fighting them, would be profitable. The idea of uniting the major African-American and Italian underworld leaders became an obsession with him which would be his life's credo. It would later be a philosophy that was later put in to practice by several fellow capos and mob bosses and led to building ties to other criminal organizations.

While in jail, Gallo was an outsider among his fellow incarcerated Italian counterparts and was constantly seen with an entourage of African-Americans. In late 1965, Nicky Barnes (directly above) was arrested with $500,000 worth of heroin. In prison, he met Joey Gallo. They had long discussions and agreed to organize all of the city's top black gangsters into a 'family' to rival the Mafia. Gallo told Barnes, early on, I always had blacks in my crew despite objections from Italian gangsters. I was often shunned because of my black friendships. Gallo planned to school the black gangsters on the art of racketeering.

First, they would organize in New York and put together a national syndicate of black gangsters. When Gallo was released from prison, he immediately hired a superstar attorney to work on Barnes appeal. Barnes’ 25 year sentence was thrown out on a technicality. After his release, Barnes called a meeting of Harlem's top black racketeers to discuss the proposal of a 'black family' to rival the Mafia.

The idea was presented and defeated by a vote of 7-3. This is the closest the nation has ever come to having a 'Black Underworld.' Upon his release from prison in 1971, Joe Gallo started battling feared family boss-Joe Colombo (1st and 2nd photos) and the Colombo family. Gallo was one of the first mafia soldiers to predict a shift of power in the Harlem rackets from the Italian mafia to African-American gangs. While in prison, Gallo had made numerous connections with African-American gang members to the dismay of Colombo. Gallo dispatched a black triggerman, Jerome Johnson (3rd photo) to assassinate Joe Colombo, at the time, the most powerful and feared mob boss in the world.

This broke ranks, and was the first time in history, a black man was assigned to take out a powerful underworld figure. Joe Colombo was shot on June 28, 1971 by Jerome Johnson. Johnson, who was immediately shot dead by Colombo's bodyguards, was known as an Gallo associate, thus shifting suspicion to Gallo. Colombo would survive the shooting but remain in a coma for the rest of his life (a vegetable). In retaliation for the Colombo shooting: On April 7, 1972, Joey Gallo was celebrating his 43rd birthday with friends including his bodyguard, Peter 'Pete the Greek' Diapoulas at a restaurant, Umberto's Clam House at 129 Mulberry Street in Little Italy, Manhattan. At least two gunmen burst in the doors and opened fire with.32 and.38 caliber revolvers.

Gallo was hit five times while he burst away from his table. Diapoulas was shot once in the hip during the melee. Joey stumbled into the street and collapsed while his killers sped away in a car. Cara Daftar Paket Kenyang Download 3 Melalui Sms more. The gunmen were never positively identified. At his funeral, Gallo's sister cried over his coffin, between tears she said: 'The streets are going to run red with blood, Joey!' (DRUG KINGPINS: (MICKEY MOORE & FELIX MITCHELL) More than a two decades ago, Mickey Moore (first photo) ran of the biggest and most ruthless narcotics gangs in bay area history. At the time, he was head of a drug gang called 'The Family.'

The gang was locked in a brutal power struggle with rival drug dealers, including members of 'The Mob,' headed by the notorious Felix Mitchell (2nd photo). Six people were killed in 1980 when the Moore-Mitchell dispute first broke out, and another wave of shootings hit in 1983 involving several gangs. Moore himself was shot and wounded in 1983 and 1984. He says, 'Every corner I hit, I was stopped by police. Every other corner.

At every other corner, I was being robbed. I was tired of the way I was living. 'Today, I'm pushing a drug that's more powerful than the drug I pushed before and that's Jesus Christ. This is all about straightening out what I messed up,' said Moore as he sat holding a bible.' Sources: Harry Harris & Paul Grabowicz 'FIRST BLACK HIT MAN IN THE COUNTRY REMAINS MOST LETHAL' Black Underworld: A convicted murderer and reputed hit man for drug dealers -- who triggered a furor in 1975 when he was arrested with notebooks filled with details about drug investigations and top law enforcement officials -- was arrested in the 1980's by federal agents. Chester Wheeler Campbell (no photo available) is suspected of hundreds of murders. He did freelance work and he was an enforcer for nearly every drug cartel on the East Coast in the 1970's.

He was Detroit's premiere black hit man and this country's first black contract killer. He became so efficient, that Italian crime families became interested in hiring him. Campbell was known to keep notebooks containing the diagrams of homes, daily routines and dead informants (300 names were crossed off). Wayne Perry is the most feared black enforcer/hit man in modern times but Chester Campbell was more lethal than Perry. The arrest of Campbell, 57, appeared to be a carbon copy of the 1975 incident in which police also seized drugs and weapons from him. Marijuana, heroin, cocaine, one shotgun, six handguns -- one equipped with a silencer -- and the ingredients for a remote- controlled firebomb were among the items seized from Campbell Wednesday, said Kenneth Walton, special agent in charge of the Michigan FBI office.

Campbell, on parole for a federal weapons violation, was arrested at 9 a.m. By FBI and U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) agents as he drove from his home in the 5200 block of Ivanhoe on Detroit's west side, Walton said. 'We received information that he was a convicted felon who was in possession of firearms,' Walton said.

After Campbell stepped out of the car, FBI agents searched him and found a.45 caliber semi-automatic pistol and 'what appeared to be a ballpoint pen, but was actually what is known as a pen gun that fires a single.22 caliber bullet,' Walton said. Inside the car, Walton said, agents found a.44 Magnum semi- automatic pistol loaded with exploding bullets, a.357 Magnum revolver, a.38 caliber revolver, a.32 caliber semi-automatic pistol and a 12-gauge shotgun. The agents also found about $10,000 cash in the car and a book containing the names and addresses of 'what appears to be every known major narcotics dealer in Detroit,' Walton said. The car also was filled with what Walton called 'personal, handwritten records and other documents... That appear to be surveillance reports on various individuals and...

Records of various narcotics transactions.' In the trunk, agents found a remote control timing device, blasting caps and gasoline, Walton said.

During a search of Campbell's two-story brick home, agents found another shotgun, three more revolvers and 44 pounds of marijuana, Walton said. Campbell, who has served time in prison on murder, robbery and drug charges, was paroled in September 1984 after being convicted on weapons charges. He appeared Wednesday before U.S. District Court Magistrate Virginia Morgan on charges of illegally possessing weapons and possession with intent to distribute heroin. Morgan ordered Campbell held without bond. If convicted, Campbell faces a maximum sentence of 50 years. 'INNER CITY BLUES & MYSTERIOUS BLACK UNDERWORLD FIGURE' by: Barry Michael Cooper Lenny Higgins, 17 at the time, didn’t usually go to the store with his foster brother James, also 17, but on the night of March 1, 1987, James asked and Lenny obliged.

It was 10:30. At Williamson’s Party Store, on Perry Park Boulevard on Detroit’s West Side, they bought sodas and played some games. They left about 10:45. As Lenny tells the story, he and James were approaching their corner of Heckler Street when a hooded figure ran across the street and stopped them in their tracks. Clad in a black jacket and black hooded sweatshirt, Mark Hunter, 24, pulled a.357 Magnum from his pants waist and stuck it in James’s temple. “Yo-yo, where the money at?” Three seconds later another figure joined Hunter and put another.357 to Lenny’s head.

Lenny had seen this boy around the neighborhood, knew him slightly, but they weren’t friendly: Dashaw Green, 15. Wearing a black, leather jacket, hooded black sweatshirt, black jeans, and white laceless Adidas, he echoed his partner: “Where the money? Which one a y’all got the money?” Lenny was confused, scared, angry-but not willing to be a toy hero, a dead toy hero - “Here!” he said, “You can have my money, just don’t shoot me!” Lenny gave up his $26, and James handed over $30 or $40. After they took the money, Mark and Dashaw looked at each other, an evil, hungry look, Lenny says.

They lowered their guns and pushed Lenny and James backward. Mark raised his gun and fired. Flames spit out the muzzle like and orange and white blur, hitting James in the abdomen. The bullet exited through the spine.

James doubled over. Lenny was frozen.

Mark and Dashaw ran five or six steps in the opposite direction, but then Dashaw turned around. Mark turned around. Dashaw hesitated for a split second. Maybe he thought, I’m with my boy, and if I don’t shoot, he might think I’m frontin’. He might even shoot me. I can’t let this ni**a go scot free.

I gotta shoot him, too. Mark and Dashaw ran up on Lenny, and they fired five shots--all of which hit Lenny because he stood as a shield on James’s left side--and fled into the night. Lenny and James slumped against a neighbor’s fence, not far from their house. Lenny called to one of friends inside the house. “Tanisha, come help me! Me and Jimmy just got shot!

Come help!” A puddle of blood formed underneath them, branching off in several directions, before a direct line dripped into the street. Lenny could smell smoke rising from his body where the bullets had dug into his left arm, left side, back, and legs.

Thoughts circled in Lenny’s head as if it was a turntable fashioned by a madman--too slow at 45, too fast at 16. Lenny wondered why they didn’t take his gold chain, his sheepskin, or his Filas. Just before he heard the chorus of ambulance and police sirens, he whispered to James, his best friend, “Jimmy man, not matter what happens, I love you. We gonna make it.

Just take it easy, sit there and rest. We gonna make it.” Three hours later at Henry Ford Hospital, after the first of many operations, Lenny learned that James had died. 'HENRY MARZETTE WAS POWERFUL & MYSTERIOUS UNDERWORLD FIGURE' When Henry Marzette became a drug trafficker, he became mysterious and virtually disappeared from the streets-overnight. He also became insulated, few people saw him, nor did he receive press coverage. Despite being the number one heroin trafficker in Detroit, like Meyer Lansky, this former black cop was never arrested. Backstory: A few years after the riots, heroin made an appearance in Detroit. Unlike Harlem and Newark, where the drug picked up steam around 1966, heroin was almost an oddity in Detroit until 1970.

It was then that Henry Marzette--a black former Detroit cop became a top dog in the city’s drug trade. After prison, he was a feared “gorilla” pimp--one who recruits prostitutes from other pimps by force.

But it wasn’t until Marzette noticed the exorbitant profits the Mafia was making from heroin in New York that he decided to get in on the action. Between 1969 and 1970, he took over the trade from a mob family in Detroit and became the city’s biggest heroin financier. Marzette's influence extended well beyond the street corner and shooting gallery; during his reign little or no press coverage was given him in the Free Press or The Detroit News. After Marzette’s death in the early ‘70s, heroin continued to ravage Detroit. 'THE YARDIES' They drive top of the range BMW's, flaunt designer gold jewelry and carry automatic guns as a weapon of choice. They are 'Yardies,' and in terms of a reputation for ruthless violence they could one day rival the Triads or Mafia. A spate of violent killings in London's black community has raised fears that the capital is witnessing a renewed bout of Yardie gang warfare.

Members are mostly linked to drug and arms dealing as well as robbery. It is a lifestyle synonymous with violence-impulse shootings and gangland-style executions are used to sort out internal squabbles. The Yardie phenomenon in the UK was first noted in the late 1980's and their rise is linked to that of crack-cocaine. Since then their reputation for ruthless violence has grown with each shooting. In 1993 Yardies were blamed for the cold-blooded murder of PC Patrick Dunne, who was on patrol in Clapham when he stumbled across a shooting incident. The gangsters hit the headlines again in 1997 when police tactics to infiltrate the underworld were exposed in a World in Action documentary. Metropolitan Police overlooked a series of violent crimes carried out by two Yardie informers, Eaton Green and Delroy Denton, while they passed on intelligence to Scotland Yard.

While an informer, Green was involved in the UK's largest armed robbery, when 150 people were held up at a blues party in Nottingham. In the past six weeks alone, Yardie involvement has been suggested in five black-on-black murders in London. 'Drug kingpin now faces murder charges' By: George Anastasia Convicted Philadelphia drug kingpin Kaboni Savage was charged today with ordering one of the most vicious acts of witness retaliation in the history of the city, an October 2004 rowhouse firebombing in which six people, including four children, were killed, allegedly, carried out by his hit men/enforcers. Savage had numerous soldiers on his payroll. The firebombing was one of dozens of criminal acts listed in a 26-count racketeering indictment unsealed this afternoon charging Savage and three top associates with murder, drug trafficking and witness retaliation.

Attorney Laurie Magid, in announcing the indictment, said that Savage headed 'perhaps the most violent drug gang ever seen in the city of Philadelphia.' Savage, a former boxer who is serving a 30-year sentence for drug trafficking, faces the death penalty in the new case, which includes an allegation that he ordered two of his co-defendants, Lamont Lewis and Robert Merritt, to firebomb the home of Marcella Coleman on Oct. At the time, Colesman's son, Eugene, an admitted drug dealer and former Savage associate, was cooperating with authorities and was preparing to testify against Savage in a federal drug case. Marcella Coleman, another woman and four children were trapped in the home and died in the fire. The victims included Eugene Coleman's 15-month-old son Damir Jenkins. In all, the indictment lists 12 murders and various other acts of violence. Savage, Lewis, Merritt and a fourth defendant, Steven Northington, all face possible death sentences if convicted.

All four are in federal custody either serving time or awaiting trial on drug trafficking charges. In one double murder last month, Laverne Forbes, 28, (above) and her partner Patrick Smith, 31, were shot in the head in their north London flat. Their seven-year-old daughter witnessed both killings. On Monday a 51-year-old sound engineer, Henry Lawes, was gunned down by a gang of five men outside his home in Harlesden, north west London.

His killers waited until he fell over before ruthlessly finishing him off. Their expensive tastes can make Yardies highly conspicuous. Wealth is something they flaunt, often in the form of flashy cars, gold jewelry and designer clothes. Moschino is a favorite label.

Image is everything in their world, as the notorious death of Mark Burnett demonstrates. Burnett was shot dead in the middle of a London nightclub after he accidentally stepped on the toe of a Yardie gunman. There were 2,000 partying the night away alongside Mark Burnett when he was murdered. Yet 350 claimed to have been in the toilets when the shooting started, hundreds gave false names and addresses and of the 270 who were immediately arrested, none could recall seeing anything out of the ordinary. Yardie killings are worn as a 'badge of honor' and this is their way of telling others 'they are not to be messed with.' (HARLEM GODFATHER-BUMPY JOHNSON) After white gangster Dutch Schultz was killed. Bumpy Johnson met with Lucky Luciano and told him, there was no way he could just sit back and let the numbers racket get taken away from the blacks.

Luciano nodded, and said that Bumpy was indeed a smart man for a nig.a negro but that while he agreed not to move on any of the black numbers bankers who had stood with Bumpy against Dutch, that any other new bank that opened would have to come under Italian control. Bumpy also wanted to become Luciano's Harlem partner-the mob would attempt to do nothing in Harlem without Bumpy's approval, and without giving Bumpy the opportunity to also make his money.

The two haggled for hours on points, with Luciano at one point saying, 'Don't you realize I'm doing you a favor? I could kill you right now and just take everything.' Bumpy smiled and told Luciano that he knew that he was too good a businessman to do something like that.

Luciano asked what he meant, Bumpy said that even if he were killed during the meeting he still had men on the street who would carry on the war, and while they might not win they could sure slow down business, just as they had done with Schultz. When Luciano said it would just be a matter of time before they were also wiped out, Bumpy said, 'How you gonna know who they all are?' You know all us blacks look alike to you guin.guys.' Luciano frowned and said, 'Did you almost say 'to you guineas?' Bumpy replied, 'No, unless you almost said I'm a smart man for a nigg*r.' Luciano started laughing, and the two shook hands. The deal was cut.

Source: 'Harlem Godfather,' by: Mayme Johnson & Karen E. Quinones Miller (FIRST BLACK MAN DOWN WITH MAJOR MOB 'GOODFELLA' CREW) Parnell Steven 'Stacks' Edwards (1st photo) was an African-American petty thief who became associated with the infamous Jimmy Burke during the 1978 Lufthansa Heist. He was also a former bodyguard for Muhammad Ali. It is also suspected he was a small-time drug courier for Leroy 'Nicky' Barnes. In addition, mobster Henry Hill used to use him in his credit card fraud operations. He was eventually assassinated by Tommy DeSimone and Angelo John Sepe for not fulfilling his role in the heist properly.

Parnell Edwards was portrayed by Samuel L. Jackson in the film Goodfellas. Parnell met Henry Hill in 1967 through Tommy DeSimone as a struggling blues-rock musician, singer and songwriter on the street in downtown Queens and the two became involved in credit card fraud and hijacking together. Parnell was a Ozone Park, Queens born mulatto-skinned black man who was said to have been quite tall.

Parnell was a heavy drug-user and sometime in the 1970's started injecting heroin. Parnell moved from Baton Rouge as a child to New York city with his family. Growing up he his interest in music increased and he learned how to play the acoustic guitar. His agent was Dante Barzotini, who also worked with Frank Sinatra, Jr. Parnell met Dante Barzotini through Tommy DeSimone. He gradually became involved in many schemes, including buying goods on stolen credit cards. He also acted as a chauffeur for Jimmy Burke and Paul Vario and was usually paid in stolen goods.

He would take the stolen goods and sell them to independent stores in the neighborhoods of Harlem, Queens and Jackson Heights or at flea markets in the area. In 1978 Henry Hill, working from a tip-off from bookmaker Martin Krugman, told Jimmy Burke of vast sums of cash ($5 million) being held overnight in a safe at the Lufthansa cargo terminal at JFK airport in New York.

Burke analyzed the possibilities and drew the conclusion that about 6 men, according to airport insider Lou Werner, and two panel trucks would be needed to successfully steal the cash. The money was totally untraceable money, i.e. Once they had the money they could, within limits, spend it without question. This was the first stage of the Lufthansa Heist. Burke assembled a crew, involving Joe Manri, Robert McMahon, Louis Cafora, Tommy DeSimone, Paolo LiCastri, and Angelo John Sepe, including Parnell Edwards.

Edwards' job was to take the panel truck used in the heist and drive it to a junkyard in New Jersey, where mafia contacts would compact it and the evidence would be destroyed. The heist worked out better than Burke could have imagined, but Parnell had neglected his duty and had used marijuana, visited his girlfriend and fallen asleep. Unfortunately for Parnell the police had found the panel truck, with a muddy boot print (matching a pair of shoes owned by Parnell) and fingerprints had been taken from the wheel. Being a friend, Tommy DeSimone was at first torn apart when mobster Joseph DiPalermo ordered him to kill Edwards. Although DeSimone had killed 8 or 9 people up to that point in his life, despite this, he felt no closer to being a made-man and wasn't pleased about being ordered to kill Stacks, but DiPalermo sneakily told him that he could be 'made' by this murder.

Stacks had gone into hiding in an Ozone Park apartment and had been sitting at his kitchen table eating his breakfast when Tommy walked in and fired several shots into Stacks' head and chest using a.32 silencer-equipped pistol, killing him. Richard Carter aka Maserati Rick was one of the most flashy drug dealers to ever come off of Detroit's East side. Gifted with the gift of gab, Maserati would penetrate all arenas he entered.

As a founding member of Detroit's well known drug cartel 'Best Friends' organization, Maserati would become a legend amongst the already established underground figures of Detroit. His drive and determination was matched with Detroit's already murderous past.

Killing was a way of life in Detroit and Maserati would quickly adapt. In addition to being quick with the trigger he was also quick with his hands, allowing him to capture the attention of Thomas 'Hit Man' Hearns who he ended up being a bodyguard for. His flair and style further propelled him to becoming a manager in the boxing game, managing his brother Greg Carter and setting up large fight purses all the while involved in a multi-million dollar drug network. Maserati Rick was estimated to have earned in excess of $20 million dollars in heroin and cocaine sales and directed the drug traffic flow on the east side. His control would eventually be challenged and his life would come to an end in a Detroit hospital guarded by hospital police. The Maserati Rick story is one that changed Detroit laws on hospital procedures and a story that became a part of Detroit's drug/violent history.

(PONY DOWN CREW) Modeled after the highly successful Young Boys Inc., operation, Pony Down was the brain trust of Buttrom Willis (1st photo) and his brothers (including Larry, 2nd photo). Buttrom followed the tactics of Young Boys, Inc. In using juveniles to peddle their product in an effort to confound law enforcement groups who were virtually powerless to stop the legion of preteen dope dealers running drugs for these two groups. Pony Down sprung up from an area near West Seven Mile rd and Murray Hill in northwest Detroit. Buttrom Willis began focusing in on more profitable locations held true by sellers employed by Young Boys Inc.

Pony Down infractions upon Young Boys turf resulted in several shootings among the enforcement arms of both gangs. Pony Down was unexpectantly assisted in their expansion efforts when Young Boys leaders were arrested and convicted of drug smuggling, money laundering and tax evasion in 1983. Leroy mobilized and unleashed his troops on areas previously considered out of bounds for his workers. Willis expansion plans not only included usurping Young Boys territory but also the recruitment of the best and brightest of Young Boys enforcers, runners and salesmen.

Many of those targeted chose initially to remain loyal to Young Boys Inc., but Willis and his troops began making them offers they could refuse only under the pain of death. This operation set fourth in early 1982 allowed Pony Down to move into the vacuum created with the convictions of Y.B.I leaders Seal Murray, Raymond Peoples and Butch Jones followed soon thereafter by the fall of Reginald Davis head of the DFG (Davis Family Gang). Within three years of it's inception, the Pony Down Crew had reached it's goal of replacing the troubled Young Boys Inc., ring as the most lucrative of Detroit's crack gangs.

Buttrom and his ring were selling an estimated $100,000,000 a year in sales at their peak commanding an army of approximately 300 soldiers and associates. The former high school dropout and juvenile delinquent impressed all with his penchant for organization and shrewd business acumen. By 1983 Pony Down had secured former Young Boys stronghold housing project areas like Herman Gardens and Brewster Douglas under the Pony Down flag.

Their territory was marked by the presence of graffiti proclaiming 'I Pony Down'. Members of the Pony Down crew were identifiable by the Pony brand of shoe that they were. Blue and White Pony sweat suites replaced Young Boys fur-lined Max Julian jackets as the hot selling clothing item among inner-city youth. Pony Down peddled their product by delivering them in name brand packages marked with names like Pony, Atomic Dog, Nodd City, Shotgun, GQ, Renegade, Disciple and Top Ten down. Buttrom Willis was aided in running his empire by his brothers Walter and Anthony, Robert Latinee and Willie Birch Dawson. Pony Down was brought down by federal efforts in 1985 after several high profile shootouts with members of a resurgent Young Boys Inc., crew. Willis and his entire leadership squad were arrested and ultimately sentenced to prison terms.

Willis himself received a six and a half year sentence for directing the murderous ring. Our friends at ' Don Diva,' magazine pay homage to MIA's 'Big Ike.'

Ike was the prince of Miami and according to the Miami New Times: Issac “Big Ike” Hicks was one of the early street legends of Miami's notorious drug culture in the mid-1980's. Ike and his crew began as truck hijackers, pirating commercial trucks in the 1970's before focusing solely on the drug game.

Building an empire that included 32 properties scattered in the Dade County area, Hicks was eventually busted and then convicted in 1988, setting off one of the bloodiest years ever in the Miami area as wannabe drug lords fought viciously for dominance of the city's drug trade. 'INT'L DRUG KINGPIN HAS TIES TO SEX OFFENDER GROUP HOMES' Ron Samuel (above forefront, passenger seat) was the CEO, Co-Founder, Editor in Chief, and Publisher of 'UNleashed Magazine' and is one of eleven suspects (ringleader) who was convicted two years ago in connection with a West Coast-based Ecstasy smuggling scheme uncovered by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE).

Samuel was arrested by ICE agents last week in Van Nuys. Samuel is suspected of overseeing the ring that used aspiring female models to smuggle hundreds of thousands of Ecstasy tablets from Europe into the United States in 2000 and 2001. According to the indictment, the female couriers (hundreds of them) made several trips every week to Brussels and Amsterdam where they were given gift-wrapped packages containing as many as 65,000 Ecstasy tablets to bring back to the United States. The ring's leaders reportedly told some of the couriers the parcels contained smuggled diamonds. 'Before agents uncovered this scheme, these suspects were smuggling significant quantities of Ecstasy into the Los Angeles area,' said Kevin Kozak, acting special agent in charge for the ICE office of investigations in Los Angeles.

'These pills sell on the street for as much as $60 a piece. That translates into huge profits that are often funneled back into further criminal activity. That is why ICE is determined to attack and dismantle these kinds of criminal enterprises.' The investigation began in 2001, when one of the couriers was intercepted at JFK airport in New York after arriving on a flight from Amsterdam. Rumors persist that this courier ratted out the organization and was allegedly killed a short time later. The ensuing investigation revealed that the ring was importing and distributing Ecstasy both in the Los Angeles area and in New York. According to Samuel's bio, he moved back to the United States from Europe in 2001, the same year the first drug courier was arrested at JFK airport.

After his return to America, Ron Samuel married a former black Playmate/daytime actress. According to 'Inside Riverside,' magazine: What has not been reported in the main stream media is Ron Samuel's connection with a series of group homes for sex offender and drug offender parolees in the Riverside area. Last year a High Risk Sex Offender, David Allyn Dokich, was placed into a group home in the community of Mead Valley near Perris, CA. The group home, called Last Chance Enlightenment, is one of a series of halfway houses operated by Harriet Cooks, aka Harriet Samuel Cooks.

The placement of such a dangerous parolee prompted daily protests by concerned citizens. This was when it was uncovered that the owner Harriet Cooks is allegedly the mother of Ron Samuel. According to protesters Ron Samuel was spotted at the halfway house for parolees on numerous occasions before his arrest. In Related News: Kenneth 'Buckwild' Francis, a former host of Playboy's channel 'Buckwild,' above, center, was found guilty in a drug smuggling case (featured above) and was sentenced to 11 years in a Federal prison. During his defense hearing, Francis said, 'He thought the models used as drug courier's were traveling to Europe for photo shoots instead of smuggling ecstasy tablets, he later found out they were smuggling drugs.' He added, 'He got involved in the smuggling conspiracy because he wanted to eventually launch a modeling agency.'

'DRUG BARONESS (BILLIONAIRESS) & THE BLACK DRUG KINGPIN' Scarface Meets New Jack City: In 1991, Charles Cosby was selling ounces of cocaine on the inner-city streets of Oakland, California. Bringing in a couple grand a week, he was living the new American Dream. Then he wrote a fan letter to “Cocaine Godmother” Griselda Blanco – immortalized in rakontur’s Cocaine Cowboys – who was serving time at a nearby federal prison. Six months later, he was a multi-millionaire after the Godmother sent an underworld courier to deliver 10 kilos of high grade cocaine to Cosby's residence. In 1992, Griselda set him up with 50 kilos, he made $3 million in 3 weeks. Despite being incarcerated, Griselda still generated 50 million per year in the drug trade, she ran her business from her prison cell. When she first arrived in New York from Columbia, she wrestled the drug trade from five mob families and was soon generating $10 million dollars a week with a network of dealers that numbered 1500.

Griselda also gave Pablo Escobar his start in the drug trade. He often referred to her as his mentor and when she moved her business to Miami, Escobar was a regular at her Biscayne Bay parties. Charles Cosby (above) was not only running Blanco’s $40 million a year cocaine business, he was also her lover. Griselda appointed him to run five drug hubs in Los Angeles, Seattle, North and South Carolina, Virginia and New York. He was the first black man to ever penetrate her inner-circle.

Griselda gifted him with a $20,000 rolex chain and she paid the guards at the prison $1500 so she could have sex with Charles on prison grounds. Cosby made the mistake of carrying on a relationship with another woman. Griselda was outraged and put out a 'warning' hit on Cosby. Shooters shot at him 12 times before he escaped in his sports car.

Cosby must have forgotten, in the past, Griselda murdered or sponsored 250 drug related murders in this country. Griselda was also known as “The Black Widow,” for her propensity to permanently dispose of her men when she’s done with them (or when they betray her), Griselda would stop at nothing to ensure that Charles was faithful to her. And he would learn that lesson the hard way. A few days later he reconciled with Griselda after she reminded him that due to her, he now grossed $9 million per year.

When she recruited him to participate in a prison break that involved the kidnapping of JFK Jr., Charles knew he was in over his head. Shortly afterwards, Cosby was contacted by the authorities to give a disposition regarding two murder cases against Griselda Blanca. He cooperated with the authorities but the case fell apart and no charges were brought against Blanca. When Cosby returned home, he heard that Griselda had put a $1 million dollar bounty on his head. That contract has yet to be carried out. This is the story of a kid from the streets who (literally) gets in bed with a Colombian queen pin.

It’s New Jack City meets Scarface – only the truth! Griselda Blanca was released from prison and was deported to Columbia where she lives today. This true story is depicted in the film 'Cocaine Cowboys 2.' Available for rental at netflix.com. Actor Terrence Howard is the early frontrunner to portray drug kingpin 'Big Meech,' in the upcoming film based on the Black Mafia Family. Meech headed the biggest black drug empire in U.S. History, grossing over $275 million dollars in a seven year period.

Before his arrest, Meech would hit the strip clubs every Tuesday and make it rain on the girls, tossing $100,000 in the air. Meech could be spotted all over the ATL rolling in Lamborghini's and Ferrari's. He's currently serving a 30 year sentence in prison. Photo Credit: New York Magazine What you didn't see in the film 'American Gangster.' While still barely a teenager, Frank Lucas began the peripatetic existence that took him to Wilson, North Carolina where he ran into trouble. 'I was going with a white girl named Ann, who was the boss's daughter,' Lucas recalled. 'The boss got mad at me.

We were supposed to get paid every two weeks but he wouldn't pay me, so I burned the warehouse down. I had to run. I arrived in Harlem with no money, nothing.' 'I used my wits to survive. I spent the first year robbing people with intimidation until I met Bumpy Johnson.' One time, I screwed up. 'He told me to go and sell a truckload of liquor for him.'

I did but blew the money in a card game before I could give it to Bumpy. He didn't kill me.' Source: 'Gangsters Of Harlem,' by Ron Chepesiuk DRUG LORD NICKY BARNES & TEE: Nicky Barnes (center) and his 'bottom woman' Thelma (Tee), who later became his wife, on the right. Tee had no fear in regards to Barnes. When Barnes' needed a weapon smuggled, Tee would hide a small pistol between her legs and smuggle it in to Barnes. Tee also reorganized the drug mills, under her management, profits tripled. When the cops had Barnes under surveillance, Tee would sneak out the back and pick up the drug shipment across town.

The council had a lot of respect for Tee because she was 'ride or die.' Barnes kept Tee in furs and gave her an unlimited charge card, Barnes also paid the rent on her lavish penthouse. She was one of the few black women to shop at Saks Fifth Avenue on a regular basis. Barnes also took Tee overseas to shop and they were known to give the best boat parties in New York.

Tee is interviewed in Damon Dash's documentary, 'Mr. Photo credit: Beverly James & NY Magazine. Source: 'Gangsters Of Harlem,' by Ron Chepesiuk FRANK MATTHEWS: (ORIGINAL GANGSTA) Legendary drug kingpin Frank Matthews (pictured above) started off making good money in the numbers racket but he wanted to make more. Even when he was a fabulously wealthy drug lord, it seemed as if he could never make enough money. Yet, the money did not really seem to matter to him. He would leave bags of cash lying around (up to $13 million) like many college students leave clothes and personal items stewn around their apartments. Matthews aspired to make more when he realized, his piece of 'policy bank' earned him $100,000 dollars annually in the 70's.

But, there were 18-year old drug punks making more by just turning over a load of narcotics. Matthews managed to get an audience with two big Italian crime families, the Bonnanos and the Gambinos. The godfathers listened to Matthews pitch but turned him down. Normally, this would have left the typical aspiring young black drug dealer out in the cold, but Matthews was not typical. Instead, he hooked up with Harlem numbers operator Raymond Marquez-who put him in touch with a Cuban cocaine dealer. In less than a year, he became New York City's biggest dealer, exhibiting brilliant business skills and the ability to forge productive relationships with other gangsters.

In dealing with fellow Blacks, Matthews worked to project a Robin Hood image but if someone crossed him, he employed two of the most efficient killers to enforce his will. By the early 1970's, Matthews organization was handling multi-million dollar shipments in at least 21 states. According to the US government, 'Matthews controlled the cutting, packaging and sale of heroin in every major East Coast city.' As his drug empire grew, Matthews began to play the role of the 'Black Caesar.' Decked out in his large sable mink coat and leather safari suits, the cigar smoking drug kingpin could be seen traveling about Harlem with a harem of beautiful women. He also maintained several of his mistresses in the six apartments he owned in New York. Black Caesar was a regular patron of Harlem's most popular clubs and got the best tickets to see Duke Ellington, Sammy Davis, Jr., and Cab Calloway.

He paid cash for his fleet of Cadillacs and bought dozens of expensive tailored suites. He also traveled frequently to Las Vegas where he lost as much as $190,000 in one session at the gambling tables. He was also using his contacts in Las Vegas to launder money. Matthews was treated like a king in Las Vegas. Black Caesar was chauffeured in a Rolls Royce to a front row seat at Madison Square Garden where he enjoyed watching his idol Muhammad Ali's latest big fight.

He also traveled frequently to Atlanta on business. At the local Playboy Club, he met with one of his mistresses, a blonde Playboy bunny. Eventually, Matthews and his family moved into a multi-million dollar home and he sent his three kids to private school. Paul Castellano, the godfather of the powerful Gambino crime family did not take kindly to having a young flamboyant black man moving into the neighborhood. Castellano was contemplating whacking Matthews but before he could put his plan in motion, he got killed. During this time, Matthews was generating $600,000 per day in drug profits and he had a net worth of $60 million dollars.

Matthews was the only black man affiliated with the 'French Connection,' pipeline, this deal made him a fortune. Instead of reinvesting his profits into his drug business, he began to invest in real estate and he put additional funds in overseas money laundering havens. Authorities estimated that Matthews was putting at least $1 million dollars per month into a special savings account. In 1972, Matthews drug supplier was arrested in Miami. Matthews was arrested a few weeks later and faced 50 years in prison.

On July 2, 1973, Matthews was scheduled to appear in court but he never showed. Matthews disappeared with $20 million dollars in cash.

His girlfriend, Denise Brown, accompanied him. The authorities have been looking for them ever since. Frank Lucas (Denzel is portraying him in American Gangster) says, 'Some say Frank Matthews is dead but I know for a fact he's living in Africa, like a king, with all the money in the world.'

Source: 'Gangsters Of Harlem,' by Ron Chepesiuk (THE LINK BETWEEN 'AMERICAN GANGSTER & 'FATAL VISION') The grisly, ritualistic-style murders of which Dr. Jeffrey MacDonald (third photo) was convicted took place in MacDonald's home located in Ft. Bragg, North Carolina, on February 17, 1970, between 2 a.m. In the morning. At the time, MacDonald was a captain in the Army (Green Berets) and assigned to medical duties at Womack Army Hospital, Ft. Incredibly, Army investigators decided within fifteen minutes of arriving at the crime scene, that Dr.

MacDonald had 'staged' the entire massacre and then stabbed (and clubbed) himself-repeatedly-in order to make it 'appear' that he was a victim of outside assailants who entered his home. This version of events appeared in the book and film, titled 'Fatal Vision.'

A drug trafficking ring (that extended to Vietnam) wanted to hang the crime on Jeffrey MacDonald. Allegedly, Dr. MacDonald became aware of them smuggling drugs in military coffins and in the cavities of dead soldiers and the traffickers thought he was going to blow the whistle on their operation. Simply stated, according to some legal scholars, the people who murdered Jeffrey MacDonald's wife and children were part of a huge drug pipeline operation (headed by American Gangster's Ike Atkinson) that ran from Vietnam straight into Ft. Bragg and other military bases around the United States.

According to Helena Stoeckley (an informant), many high ranking Army officials (including two Ft. Bragg generals) were involved in the drug running/distribution operation, along with some members of the Army's Criminal Investigation Division (CID) and some members of the Fayetteville Police Department. The lead CID investigator at the MacDonald crime scene, the person who said that MacDonald had 'staged' the massacre of his family, was William Ivory, a man Helena Stoeckley identified as being involved with a Fayetteville Police detective named Lieutenant Rudy Studer in drug dealing.

Stoeckley said she would tell authorities everything about Ivory and Studer's illicit activities if given immunity from prosecution. She never got it. Beyond shielding corrupt Army officials who were involved in the Vietnam pipeline operation, there were at least 15 teenage children of upper rank Army officers at Ft Bragg who were enmeshed in the local drug culture, including the daughter of an Army colonel who decided to focus the CID's investigation of the MacDonald murders exclusively on Jeffrey MacDonald as the sole suspect. Even more telling, the daughter of that colonel was known to be person who often associated with Helena Stoeckley and her druggie friends. Helena Stoeckley was a drug informant from approximately 1968 until 1972. Helena told authorities that drugs, primarily heroin, were being smuggled into this country in the body cavities of dead soldiers being returned by air from Vietnam to the United States.

She named Ike Atkinson, first photo, (the same man who helped Frank Lucas smuggle drugs in American Gangster) as the ring leader. Atkinson was portrayed as 'Nate,' by actor Roger Guenveur (2nd photo) in the film 'American Gangster.' Atkinson is considered the biggest drug trafficker ever to operate out of Southeast Asia.

When Atkinson returned stateside, he was located in Goldsboro, N.C., supposedly working out of Johnson Air Force Base. Helena added, they were smuggling drugs in the same manner into Johnson Air Force Base. She also advised authorities that Atkinson was in the service, but subsequently got out and continued his business in drugs with the same contacts.

Authorities didn't pay much attention to Atkinson because he wasn't in their jurisdiction. Helena said, after the MacDonald murders, that there were contacts in Vietnam who continued to put the drugs in the G.I.' S bodies, in plastic bags after the autopsies were complete, The bodies were sewn up and shipped to Pope Air Base, Ft. Bragg, Johnson Air Base, and other bases which she did not name.

Jeffrey MacDonald has spent the last 28 years in prison. Source: Ken Adache @ Rense.com (MURDER-FOR-HIRE BY COLUMBIAN DRUG LORDS) A sequel to the 'Rayful Edmond Story,' entitled 'Ray,' has just been released. This DVD focuses on Edmond's operating a drug empire from behind bars. Rewind: Rayful Edmond, III was the biggest drug dealer in Washington, D.C. Vw Bus Serial Number Decoder.

History, earning $70 million per month from drug proceeds and employing 150 street soldiers and enforcers. Fast Forward: According to the DVD, after he was incarcerated, he continued selling drugs from prison. His supplier was his cell mate Chucky, the third largest Columbian cocaine dealer in the world. One of their drug deals went bad and Edmond's was in debt for $7 million dollars. His Columbian suppliers put out a contract on his life. At that instant, Edmond's turned government witness to protect his life and his testimony led to the arrest of 50 people.

He is allegedly in the witness protection program behind bars in a private location. FEMALE GANGSTA/HIT WOMAN (ONCE-MOST FEARED WOMAN IN U.S.) Shauntay Henderson was the leader of the 12th Street Gang in Kansas City, MO., and police say she is responsible for 5 cold blooded murders and witnesses are to terrified to testify against her. She reportedly had a 'hit list' she carried out. This woman is so dangerous, she's only the eighth woman in history to be added to the FBI's 10 Most Wanted List. Henderson was even known to disguise herself as a boy to carry out hits.

After an extensive FBI manhunt, she was captured, now rumors are surfacing that Shauntay Henderson may have been a female enforcer/hit woman for local drug syndicates/cartels. Similar to the 'New Jack City,' character 'Keisha,' portrayed by actress Vanessa Williams. Click here to read her entire story: BLACK UNDERWORLD (BLACK HIT MAN FOR DRUG CARTELS & A COP) Vincent Smothers, 27 (second photo), has confessed to the killing of a police officer’s wife. Rose Cobb, 47, wife of Sgt.

David Cobb (1st photo), was shot multiple times while she sat inside the couples minivan outside of a CVS on Dec 27th of last year. David Cobb had been inside the store at the time. Smothers has now said that the murder of Cobb had been a hit, and David Cobb was the one who paid him to do it. Smothers described himself as a professional hit man and claims he was paid $1,500 by Cobb to murder Rose Cobb. Smothers had an arrest warrant on charges of first-degree murder, felony murder, assault with intent to murder and firearm offenses. He and an accomplice allegedly shot three people, killing two at an apartment complex last June. Smothers has served time before on concealed weapons charges.

He has now confessed to the murders of nine other people. David Cobb would later commit suicide by hanging. BACKSTORY & DOUBLE LIFE OF VINCENT SMOTHERS (BLACK HIT MAN): Vincent Smothers wears death all over his body. The self-professed hit man is tattooed on his arms, back, legs and chest — permanent reminders of friends and loved ones who died before him. The names, tombstones and dates of their deaths are impressively etched on his 6-foot-1 lanky frame. Smothers, 27, says he's no stranger to death. He told police that he stealthily freelanced seven slayings on Detroit's poverty-stricken east side from 2006 to the end of last year.

He said he mostly killed drug dealers who either owed a debt, stole the merchandise or had infringed on someone else's turf. But he also has confessed to killing two men who were targeted as federal informants and a Detroit police sergeant's wife. In his confession, Smothers told police that he wasn't remorseful until he killed the sergeant's wife. For the occasion, he donned suits, ties and sunglasses, and usually carried at least two guns — an AK47 and a.40-caliber pistol — for efficiency. He said he practiced shooting at a gun range between jobs. After high school, Smothers told police he began stealing cars, dabbling in the drug world and robbing dope houses before graduating to contract killings in 2006 for one motivation: money.

By many accounts, Smothers is a soft-spoken and charming man with a handsome smile and a polished persona — certainly not a man who embodied a murder-for-hire existence. After his April 19 arrest, Smothers described to police the two lives he led: one with his wife and newborn daughter in a tidy townhouse complex in Shelby Township, where he would walk his beloved poodle and politely speak to neighbors; the other as a man who matter-of-factly detailed his deadly trail for police. Smothers said his first kill occurred on Aug. 16, 2006, in front of a reputed drug house on Strasburg near Gratiot. He was hired to kill two brothers, but only one was there at the time. Adrian Thornton, 27, was killed by gunshot wounds to the head, chest and legs. Another 28-year-old man suffered a gunshot wound to the left side of the head, but survived.

Weathered teddy bears mark the grassy spot across the street where Thornton collapsed on his back after running from the house. But Smothers did not forget the other half of his assignment. Waiting about five months to the day, Smothers said he returned to the Strasburg neighborhood on Jan. 17, 2007, to gun down Carl Thornton, 29.

Neighbors said Smothers laid in wait in an abandoned house and ambushed Thornton and a 22-year-old woman, who was shot in the buttocks but survived. Neighbor Nancy Jenkins, 58, said she hit the floor and called 911 when the shooting started. She said she peeked out her window and saw Thornton lying facedown on his front porch, and a woman bleeding and crawling toward her house. 'They sounded like automatic cannons,' Jenkins recalled of the gunshots. 'I heard it was a hit — that they had stole something from a drug man,' she said.

Police say Smothers told them he was hired to kill Marshall White Jr., 56, and Johnny Marshall, 64, because they were believed to be federal informants. The men were found dead about noon May 24, 2007, at Jos.

Campau and the I-94 eastbound service drive. Police found the car with the hood up. White was shot in the head outside the car, and Marshall was in the passenger seat with a gunshot to the face. A federal source who requested anonymity said the case is under investigation.

Smothers has not been charged in those killings. But he is charged with two counts of first-degree murder for the June 21, 2007, fatal shootings of Clarence Cherry, 34, and Gaudrielle Webster, 18.

Cherry was struck 20 times in the head, abdomen, leg, arm and chest. Another woman, Karsia Rice, 18, survived the attack on Gravier, off Cadieux near Mack.

Smothers' accomplice, Lakari Berry, 27, was arrested shortly after the shootout and is serving life in prison with no chance of parole for the killings. Smothers confessed to police that he was the other shooter. Meanwhile, Smothers has told police he is prepared to take full responsibility for his actions. Source: Suzette Hackney & Ben Schmitt @ The Detroit Free Press (MOST NOTORIOUS BLACK HIT MAN IN U.S.

HISTORY) Notorious Washington, DC hit man, Wayne 'Silk' Perry (1st photo) is the most notorious black hit man in U.S. He was loved by some and feared by many. He was the Michael Jordan of the murder game.

If cops were to list the top five hit man to ever come out of D.C., Perry would be number one and number two. The government has referred to him as an contract killer. Perry was the cousin of Rayful Edmond, a drug dealer who introduced Washington, D.C. To crack cocaine, generating $2 million dollars per month. Rumors have always circulated that Perry was allegedly involved in the murder of Karlton Hines, a NBA prospect who dropped out of sports to sell drugs. Allegedly, Perry is rumored to be involved with over 100 murders associated with the drug trade.

He was a top enforcer for drug crews and drug cartels. People often scattered when Perry drove by in his Mercedes Benz. When Perry wasn't carrying out contracts, he was robbing banks or playing craps. Everybody has heard the stories about how Perry protected the infamous Harlem drug dealer, Alberto 'Alpo' Martinez (3rd photo). Perry allegedly dropped bodies to keep Alpo alive and Alpo repaid him by telling the feds everything and helping them seek the death penalty against Perry.

At the age of 17, Alpo was the first black man in this country to own a Lamborghini sports car. People know the Wayne Perry of the late 80s, but the legendary gangster has been in the mix since the 70s. Now, confined in the Control Unit of ADX with five life sentences, this is the man that federal prosecutors called one of the most heinous murderers in DC history. Source: 'Don Diva Magazine' According to Bumpy Johnson's widow, Mayme (2nd photo): 'Life as Bumpy Johnson's girlfriend was dizzying and glorious. We were out at theaters, clubs and gambling joints almost every night and he introduced me to a whole bunch of celebrities I'm positive I would have never met had it not been for him.'

'Bumpy was good friends with boxer Sugar Ray Robinson and he also introduced me to Sugar Ray's wife. Edna Mae used to be a Cotton Club dancer. She was a pretty woman, and in fact she was on the very first cover of Jet Magazine. Edna was a pleasant enough woman but at times she was hard to be around because she was always showing off. She was so very materialistic. I remember one time she was boasting to me about a beautiful mink coat Sugar Ray had bought her and she mentioned the fact that it cost him $10,000. She didn't realize that my solid gold watch which weighed almost 1/2 pound, covered with diamonds and rubies cost more, a gift from my husband.

When I brought this to her attention, her eyes widened but she couldn't bring herself to ask me more about it.' 'One evening, I met Bumpy for a Georgia Skin card game. Bojangles was in attendance and he was drunk and mad that he lost all his money.

He said, 'I know ya'll n**gers been cheating me and I'ma kill all y'all motherf*ckers up in here right now if you don't give me back my money. Then he pulled out a pearl-handled gun and shot a couple of bullets into the ceiling. Most of the gamblers just sighed and gave him his money back.

But then, Bojangles turned and pointed the gun at Bumpy. Bumpy looked Bojangles in the eye and said, 'I know you drunk, man, but I also know you ain't that damn drunk.'

Bojangles grinned and put the gun back in his pocket. Source: 'Harlem Godfather,' by Mayme Johnson & Karen E. Quinones Miller (FEARED DRUG ENFORCER/HIT MAN) Burly and intimidating was the way Reggie Brown aka Rockn' Regge was described, calculating, cold and unforgiving are terms which also apply to this once powerful leader of an east side drug gang responsible for countless deaths during the mid to late '80s. While Reggie Brown did not create 'Best Friends,' it was his deeds that led to the organizations fierce reputation on the bloody streets of Detroit.

While Best Friends was a drug gang headed by Richard 'Maserati Rick' Carter and his best friend Demetrius Holloway, Reggie rose to prominence as the leader of the gangs enforcement arm known as the 'Wrecking Crew.' Best Friends was formed after a series of battles with rival drug dealers. In an effort to rectify this situation, Carter approached Reggie 'a man known for his propensity for violence,' with an offer of protection. Carter would finance the formation of a security team in which Brown would direct it's movements on behalf of Best Friends drug wing.

Brown agreed and began recruiting a crack team of shooters who were outfitted with high powered assault rifles, automatic pistols, body armor and bullet proof vests paid for courtesy of Carter, Holloway and teenage drug sensation White Boy Rick Wershe. Reggie's recruiting efforts started close to home where he counted his 3 brothers Ezra 'Wizard,' Gregory 'Ghost' and Terrance 'Boogaloo' as his closest aides. Less than a year after it was founded, the wrecking crew was the most feared enforcement arm in the Detroit underworld taking on upstart groups like Pony Down and small but well run operations by former clients of Carter's like Big Ed Hanserd and James Lamont. During the course of these battles, allies were loss none closer or more devastating to Reggie than the loss of his two younger brothers Ezra and Gregory within a week of one another in December of 1986. The death of Ezra and Gregory did nothing to deter the two remaining brothers from continuing along the path of violence which had caused their loss but instead seemed to light a fire which would rage out of control for the next 7 years. (BLACK FEMALE KINGPIN) Carol Preston (above, far left) was the first black female kingpin on the East Coast, she was also responsible for a vast network of smugglers (including herself). Preston served 14 years in the Federal Penitentiary before being released.

BLACK UNDERWORLD (COMING ATTRACTION) In an upcoming 'Black Underworld,' segment, we fill feature drug kingpins Geto and Slick Rick. Both men headed a teenage drug crew (above) that generated millions selling crack cocaine. (RIPPING OFF DRUG DEALERS FOR $4 MILLION) A gang of police impersonators abducted and tortured cocaine traffickers, forcing them to hand over multimillion-dollar stashes by holding their families hostage or threatening to squeeze their testicl*s with pliers, authorities said Tuesday. An indictment unsealed in federal court in Brooklyn charged eight men with robbery conspiracy, drug dealing and an array of other crimes. Since the spring of 2003, the gang injured about 100 people while committing 100 holdups targeting large-scale traffickers in New York, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, North Carolina and Florida, investigators said. The take: $4 million in cash and more than 1,650 pounds of cocaine worth $20 million, which authorities say the men sold on the streets of New York. Sometimes abduction attempts led to shootouts between the robbery crew and associates of the drug dealers, authorities said.

The scheme 'was breathtaking in the scope of its crimes and in the danger it posed to our communities,' said U.S. Attorney Benton Campbell.

Authorities seized several kilograms of cocaine, more than 20 handguns, handcuffs, police scanners and vehicles equipped with lights and sirens. The men, court papers said, 'were particularly sophisticated in their tactics,' often conducting surveillance on the drug dealers for weeks before arming themselves with handguns and making 'a police-style car stop' in cars equipped with lights and sirens.

Other times, the gang gained entry into victims' homes by identifying themselves as police officers, then holding entire families hostage at gunpoint for days on end. The victims were handcuffed, bound with duct tape and subjected to various means of torture during interrogations, including 'simulated drowning through repeated submerging of victims' heads in water for extended periods of time,' the court papers said. One victim told investigators that during a 2005 abduction, two of the defendants 'applied a pair of pliers to the victim's testicl*s and threatened to squeeze the pliers if the victim did not talk,' the papers added. Bronx District Attorney Robert Johnson described the crime spree as 'a dangerous dance of alleged criminals preying upon alleged criminals, who themselves profited from the desperation of drug abusers.' The defendants, all from the Dominican Republic, were ordered held without bail after pleading not guilty Tuesday in Brooklyn. If convicted, each faces a sentence of 40 years to life behind bars.

(BLACK UNDERWORLD FIXER) Major Benjamin Coxson was a flamboyant underworld figure -- a car thief, a gangland fixer and a candidate for the mayor of Camden. Allegedly, Muhammad Ali bought Coxson a brand new limousine to campaign in.

Underworld sources claim the Muslims ordered Coxson killed for failing to broker a major heroin deal ($200,000) between the New York Mafia and the local Muslim mob. He was murdered by Philadelphia's Muslim mob along with his companion Louise Luby, and her daughter, Lita, at his home in Cherry Hill NJ on June 8, 1973. Philadelphia crime figure Ronald Harvey, who was convicted of the Nation of Islam- murder of two women and five children in Washington DC in January of 1973, is suspected of carrying out the murder of Major Coxson and the Lubys.

Harvey was never charged with the crime however, and died in prison.