Blue Rage, Black Redemption by Stanley Tookie Williams

Author:Stanley Tookie Williams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2007-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

23

Schemes and Things

Somehow I continued to avoid the traps of the law. In a Los Angeles courtroom, Johnnie Cochran, my attorney, persuaded me to accept a $100 fine and six months’ probation for the charge of “assaulting a peace officer.” As long as I wasn’t doing time, I didn’t trip. After shaking my attorney’s hand, we parted ways. With the court case behind me, other troubles found me. There was a bookie called Chunky who knew a white guy in debt to him for five grand from gambling. Chunky gave me the guy’s address along with his description and said, “My brother, if you can collect the money, half is yours.” Now, though his offer was gracious, I planned to pocket everything. Nothing personal, just a Crip thing.

When I knocked on the white guy’s door in Gardena, Wayne stood off to the side. In these kinds of situations I felt I had the upper hand. The guy was living foul, and for him to call the cops would be a joke, because he was considered white scum. The moment the guy opened the door I grabbed him by the collar and demanded Chunky’s money. He said, “I only have two hundred dollars in my wallet.” When he handed it over, I asked what else he had that was worth the debt. The guy blurted out, “Take my car, it’s a 1975 Monte Carlo that should settle the debt, and I can sign over the pink slip right now.” I smiled and said, “OK, but we’ll go to the DMV and have it put in my name.”

At the Inglewood Department of Motor Vehicles I paid for the registration, then we left to get a smog device. The car was legally mine. Throughout the day I spread the word that I won a car in a big dice game. However, the next morning some cops showed up to inform me that the owner of the Monte Carlo claimed I took his car and forced him at gunpoint to sign over the pink slip. Therefore, if I wanted to keep the car I’d have to submit to a lie detector test to prove I didn’t coerce that guy into giving me the car. Once again, I found myself at the Glass House police station. I failed the test. But when they completed testing me and the white guy, I heard a detective say the test showed that we were both lying. That’s when I also heard a female officer whispering to other officers, “I was told the white guy was lying. There were no weapons involved because Tookie had been under surveillance.”

Before I was released, a detective said if either of us wanted to own that car, we’d have to go to small claims court. For days I toyed with different schemes to get the car back, but decided the hassle wasn’t worth it. If nothing else, the ordeal confirmed my suspicion that I was being followed, that it wasn’t paranoia or my imagination.

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