Marked for Life by Isaac Wright Jr

Author:Isaac Wright, Jr.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

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There were other prosecution witnesses whom I didn’t know or barely knew testifying that I was their boss, that they got drugs from me, that they collected money for me. There were witnesses like John, a friend of Gator’s from New Brunswick with whom I played basketball. He was not part of the original bust, but he showed up at the trial to claim he regularly sold up to $30,000 worth of cocaine for me. I can only imagine what Bissell had over him. I did what I could to establish that these witnesses had no proof, that we had no relationship, but if someone is going to get up on the stand and lie like that, Clarence Darrow himself can’t do much about it.

The climax at the trial was Carlos, whom I hadn’t seen since the day of my arrest. High-top fade haircut, droopy face with a mustache, sports coat with a wide collar, Carlos looked defeated up there. Gone was the confident operator I knew and in his place was this docile man with stooped shoulders. I knew that Carlos was testifying and pleading in order to help out his brother and wife, who had both been arrested with him.

Of all the witnesses paraded before the court, Carlos made me the angriest. On the day of our arrest, when I sensed cops surveilling the area, I could’ve bolted. I probably should’ve bolted. But I stayed there—with my wife in the car—in order to warn him. To save him.

Through questioning I established our business relationship, the cabinet company we were partners in, and the reason for our meet-up that day. He admitted that he had told me to go there in order to give me furniture blueprints. “Those plans are still in my truck if they still have my truck,” he said.

I also addressed Carlos’s supposed role as my “supplier.” If I was the leader of this twenty-million-dollar organization, why was I arrested allegedly buying a half kilo off of Carlos? How could I be charged as a kingpin if the man above me, the man who provided me with drugs, was not? How could this be a drug deal when there was no money to be found anywhere? Carlos had no answers, refusing to go any further into the lie than he had to.

“So according to the prosecution,” I said, “you’re my supplier—”

“No, no. I’m not your supplier.”

“Well, you do know the state is saying that you’re my supplier?”

“Yeah, I know, but I’m not your supplier.”

“So what was going on that day, then?” I asked.

“I sold you drugs.”

“Just that day?”

“Just that day.”

“So, I had bought these drugs from you,” I said, almost thrown off by Carlos’s refusal to take things further. “Then why’d you throw a package of cocaine at me when the cops arrived?”

“Well, because you were walking away.”

“You threw a package of cocaine at me because I was walking away.”

“Yes.”

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