He was busted in Detroit with 972 grams of cocaine in the hey day of the cocaine wars in the city I was born. In the early 1980’s and 1990’s Detroit’s gang activity began sky rocketing with the drug trade. Crack cocaine became the demon for the working class when 5 dollars could by you a rock and a whole lot of promise. 20 dollars got the executives working in the financial districts a line of blow which became the ritual with a martini at lunch if they so desired. Coke was king, and our busted protagonist thought he was going to make a killing in it. He was right in so many ways, just not the way he thought. With the financial districts reeking in the rewards from a good economy and their investor’s investments, those who thought cocaine was a good thing increased the demand for it. With increased demand comes increased supply and no matter how much money the Feds spent on the “war on drugs” he was going to make some easy money. So he thought.
On a hot summer’s night in 1993 our new found drug runner was going to make a transfer which would guarantee him at least 75,0000 dollars. He worked hard as a merchant fisherman in both Alaska and the Yukon. His friends in Detroit told him about the easy money being made in the drug trade. All he had to do was pick up the contraband and deliver it. He was told he could make a minimum of 50,000 to 75,000 dollars per delivery and that was enough for him to become a drug mule. Moving product is how he rationalized what he was doing. So when he was caught moving 972 grams of some of the best product this city would ever see, he was quite astonished. This time everything went so good he thought. He made a clean pick up, was paid half of his fee, and told he would get the other half when he delivered it. What he didn’t know was the people he was dealing with were all undercover agents, and that got him busted bigtime. So when he picked up the money for the delivery, he also received a pair of stainless steel bracelets, and his immediate arrest. He was one of many who became just another number with the “war on drugs.”
He was charged under the 650mg lifer law and found guilty. He received a lifetime commitment with no chance for parole. His sentence was stiff. He would not cooperate, and was deemed hostile. He spent the first three months in a Southern Michigan level four-medium security-prison. He thought that he had figured a way out of the prison. His family were refugees from Yugoslavia. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen barbwire and fences before. He learned how to make barbed wire less effective by an old-timer who had been in many detention centers and camps himself. He would use that skill here to get over these barbwire fences. The timing would need to be perfect. He accepted a job as a midnight kitchen worker and figured he would have the best of both worlds. Access to food and the freedom to move around with minimum supervision in the kitchen. When he took out the trash nightly, he noticed how many times the security vehicle rounded the perimeter, and at what times. He also noted that there was no immediate officers stationed between the Chow Hall and the fences from the trash dock leading out of the facility. That is where he would go over. He believed it to be the weakest link in the chain.
He would get to prove his theory soon. On the morning of December 26, 1994, at 3:30am while taking out the trash, as he had done many times before, he started to climb the fence. The chain link fence was no problem. The concertina wire would be no challenge as well. The skill needed to disable it he learned in the refugee camps. He made it over the fences and started walking on what he thought was his runway to freedom. An officer in automobile was dispatched to the area. Our protagonist did not know, how could he, that the fences were alarmed by area zones. He felt, as he did in the refugee camps, that if he just ignored the officer shouting demands at him, he would just continue to ignore him and keep walking. That plan would assure his freedom. He received freedom, from his carbon based life form, when the officer firing a warning shot, ordered him to ” stop and get on the ground!” His refusal to follow that command guaranteed his departure from this earth. On the cold morning of December 26, 1994, after not following the officer’s 3 commands to stop, he departed this earth. The officer would be placed on administrative leave. This being the case in the use of deadly force. The officer was found to be acting appropriately for the circumstances. Later he received a heroes reward for saving the public from preventing a high level-security prisoner from escaping, and reeking havoc in their communities. – Next- Post- Back -To The DMC…
Corinthians 11:23-26
Vladimir Putin’s reign of terror continues in the Ukraine. The international criminals court needs to convene and bring him and his enablers to trial. The west is not responsible for his invasion of the Ukraine. His army is the invading army of a sovereign republic. Slava Ukraini
MJ-Way 