Corruption Officer (20 page)

I felt like I had just attended back to back funerals
meaning Biz’s and a few weeks prior his mother.
 
I was at work but my mind was somewhere else
thinking about everything that’s happened.
 
My phone rings, I answer it.
 
It’s my turn so I get up and signal my “B” Officer
and he nods.
 
I then press my personal
protection body alarm.
 
The inmates are
unaware because there is no alarming situation.
 
What’s going on is a demonstration organized
by the Officers to protest the bullshit that goes on in here with the higher
ups.
 
It’s a protest because of the
unfair treatment that we were receiving as of late, all the bogus right ups and
the tedious new rules that they were trying to implement.
 
The sole purpose for them was to give them
new reasons to right us up. Yeah, it was my turn to press my alarm.
 
A minute ago another housing area on the
other side of the jail had pressed theirs. Every time this alarm is pulled a signal
goes to the main control room to alert them that an Officer is in need of help.
The control room would now hit the alarm throughout the jail alerting all
available Officers to run and assemble in the staging area with riot gear on
and proceed to the area where the alarm is.
 
Just imagine if this took place every five
minutes or ten to fifteen minutes all day.
 
I was standing at my desk in the Officer’s station pretending to be
doing my job when the probe team arrived at my gate.
 
I gave them a perplexed look like what’s going
on.
 
The Captain just looked at me real
serious because he and a few out of breath Officers already knew that it was a
false alarm.
 
They were upset to be on
the receiving end of this situation because false alarm or not they had to
respond just in case in was not. I yelled out to him, “Sorry, Cap, accidental
discharge I must have bumped it by mistake.”
 
He took his helmet off and threw it against
the wall!
 
He was about to lay into me
when over the radio came a call for an alarm in another housing area.
 
He yelled, “Fuck!” then scrambled to retrieve
his helmet from the ground. Then he and the other Officers took off in the
direction of the other false alarm.
 
I already
knew that this protest really wasn’t going to work.
  
The only protest I heard of that did any
damage was the infamous “blocking of the bridge.”
 
That was when Corrections Officers blocked
the only bridge to Rikers Island thus preventing anybody including Officers
from going across to or from the island.
 
I wasn’t there so I still don’t know if it
helped or hurt anything that was going on at that time.
 
In a way, I am glad that all of this is going
on because I really didn’t feel like being here and doing shit.
 

When I left work I had a pocket full of money.
 
I was still feeling some kind of way and
wanted to release some stress so I headed to the gambling spot.
 
I was so
thirsty
to gamble that I went straight there, uniform still on under my windbreaker and
all.
 
I broke my number one rule of
putting some of my money up.
 
I arrive to
the spot and knock on the door.
 
The
peephole slides to the side and I hear a voice say, “Oh that’s Gee” then I hear
all kinds of locks and dead bolts being opened.
 
It took about ten minutes for the door to open.
 
When I went inside there was the smoke, there
were the drinks and there was the houseman yelling, “Diiiiiiicccee!”
 
Aaaahh music to a gambling
addict’s ear.
 
The place is packed
so I go over to the gambling table and get in where I fit in.
 
I looked on the table and see that there is a
lot of money to be won and then I say a prayer to myself in a whisper to the
gambling gods, “Please, please let this be my night,” and then I place my first
bet.
 
At this time the guy that has the
bank began to shake the dice in his hand and that’s when all the praying and
begging of the dice begins from all of the bettors.
 
You hear, “One dice c’mon!
 
Ace away dice!
 
This nigga’s arm is noodles!” -
all
in unison.
 
Truthfully, unless there is some crooked shit going on it’s all
luck.
 
The dice get rolled and it’s a
head-crack.
 
The banker wins.
 
After that first roll this fool doesn’t look
back!
 
He throws winner after winner and
winner again!
 
It took all of twenty
minutes for me to lose all of my money and I was so heated that I was about to
blackout in this funky joint!
 
Then again
this dude throws another winner I thought to
myself
that’s like six or seven in a row. I am standing there thinking that something
ain’t right with the dice while I am looking at all my hard earned money
sitting over by the banker in a pile.
 
The more he won the more outraged I got thinking to myself that my dumbass
took all the risk to get that money only to come in here and lose it just like
that.
 
I am so pissed at myself for
hustling backwards that I storm out of there with nothing more than my gun, my
badge and a wallet full of lint balls.
 

Then I sit in my van, which was parked right in front of the
gambling spot, drinking straight from the half of gallon bottle and sweating
like I just came out of the gym.
 
I have the
bottle airborne to my lips and my Smith and Wesson in my hand.
 
I am shaking my head vigorously while talking
to myself saying that I was cheated and that I am getting my money back one way
or another.
 
I lean over to one side to
lift up my left butt cheek so that I could let out a long awaited fart.
 
After that it seemed like my stomach had
cleared out some more room for me to chug-a-lug more liquid courage and so I
did.
 
Now I am numb from my pinky toe up.
 
A Mack truck could have hit me and I wouldn’t
have felt it.
 
I was sitting there
scratching my forehead with my gun determined and plotting to get my money back,
saying to myself, ‘He ain’t going home with what’s mine.’
 
I continued drinking and watching the door
waiting for the banker to come out.
 
Then
all of a sudden I saw flashing lights all around me.
 
‘Oh shit it’s the cops,’ I thought to myself
as I put my gun away and hid my opened container.

My
drunk
ass was about to panic
thinking that I was found out and somebody called the police on me when all the
cop cars came to a halt right by my van.
 
I breathed a sigh of relief when they rushed
by me and ran up into the gambling spot.
 
After a moment passed, I sat there mad as hell
as one by one the gamblers were led out hand cuffed into the awaiting police
cars. My stomach sunk as I saw the banker and all my money being lead away to
central bookings.
 
I waited until it was
all clear before I took my bottle and prepared myself to leave.
 
As I was about to pull off someone knocked on
my
window.
 
It
was a good gambling buddy of mine named Trent. I unlocked my door and he got
in. We begin to finish off my bottle and talk because he too had just got his
money wiped out in the g-spot.
 
As we
became more sauced up he told me that he knew a way for us to get our money
back and then some.
 
Me being the
big-eared-fucker that I was, paid close attention to what he was saying because
any chance for me to get my
paper
back,
I wanted in on it.
 
He told me that he
knew the banker and also knew where the banks drug spot was.
 
He then begins to formulate this plan for us
to go and rob the drug spot. Mind you Trent was not a C.O. but he was a City
employee just like me.
 
I was sitting
there still sipping and contemplating everything that he was saying.
 
When he was finished the last thing that I
heard him say was that it was easy money.
 

As I thought about it, I found myself cranking up my van and
driving over to the Bronx.
 
I felt that a
reason was going to come up between now and the time that we reached our
destination for me to cop out and not go through with his scheme but on the
real, I wanted my money back and was not prepared to take a loss like I just did.
 

It didn’t take us long to get to the building where the drug
house was located.
 
We had gone over the
game plan several times in route.
 
Trent
had been inside of it before so he knew the layout and that’s why he felt that
it was an easy target.
 
I parked about a
block away then got out and retrieved some items that I had in the back of my
van due to my line of work. I got out a couple of pairs of flex cuffs, two
filter masks and I put on a baseball cap.
 
I already had on my uniform and wind breaker.
 
We walked to the building.
 
Lucky for us, nobody was out. We went inside
the building and went up the stairs one flight above the floor where the spot
was.
 
We waited for a crack-head to go
cop from the drug apartment then we jumped out on him like the Police when he
came out of the spot.
 
Mind you, we had
the filter mask over our faces and I had my badge hanging out from my neck.
 
I had put a black rubber band over my shield
number.
 
The crack-head did not know any
better and was so terrified not from going to jail but being robbed of his
drug.
 
We made him go back and knock on
the door while we hid on the side.
 
This was
not unusual for a friend to come right back to buy some more.
 
When they opened the door for him we rushed
in!
 
I had my badge dangling and my gun
drawn.
 
Trent had everything that I had
except a gun.
 
I put my gun to the guy’s
chest that opened the door and Trent went in all the other rooms yelling out
commands as if we were real cops.
 
We
kept everything happening so fast that the dealer did not have time to notice.
 
He was in there with a girl high on drugs
passed out on the couch.
 
It was just like
Trent had said it would be at this time of night.
 
I quickly flex cuffed the dud and blindfolded
him.
 
Trent came out of the back with
drugs and money and put it in a plastic bag. I was ready to go.
 
The girl on the couch never woke up throughout
all of this.
 
I made sure that the guy
was tied tight then we headed for the door.
 
I peeked out into the hallway first and when I
felt it was good we came out and headed toward the stairway.
 
When, POW, a round hit the wall over our
heads!
 
I spun around and crouched on the
floor landing in kneeling position like I was taught in the military.
 
It’s funny how shit comes back to you
automatically when your adrenaline is flowing.

Pow
!
 

Another round was fired hitting the wall next to me but not
even close.
 
I noticed a figure peaking
out of the door of the apartment next to the drug spot pointing a gun in our
direction.
 
My reflexes kicked in and I
returned fire letting go two rounds hitting the door as it slammed shut. Trent
had hit the stairs and I was right on his heels.
 
When we got out of the building I could hear
the sirens of approaching police cars so we walked, not ran, up the block to my
van and got in.
 
I started her up and we
were out!
 
I dropped Trent off after we
split what we got from the drug spot.
 
I
got my money back and some product to make some more money.
 

When I got home I did my usual which included going through
the mail I saw that I was approved for an apartment that I put in for, so that
meant that I would be moving.
 
I went to
my room, took off my coat and began to clean my weapon so that there would be
little trace of it being fired.
 
Without
any conscience of what just happened that night, I slept like a new born baby
boy in a powder blue room…..

Tink, tink, tink was the sound that was coming from the
utility closet in my housing area. I was in the Officer’s station watching over
the inmates and watching out making sure Flocko and Officer Rains did not get
caught.
 
Rains had come to me worried and
complaining that it was getting too risky for her to be running around
servicing these inmates and she was not making enough money.
 
I decided to help her out by implementing some
of the ways that I made money in here.
 
Her
first customer was Flocko due to the fact that he was being moved tomorrow to C-74,
the adolescence jail, in preparation for him to go up north to start his
sentence.
 
It was a going away present
for him being so loyal to me and helping me make this money.
 
Rains was
my meal
relief for the day and as soon as my “B” Officer went to eat, she and Flocko
got busy.
 
I had the other inmates glued
to the television on both sides because I had put a porno show on the tube.
 
I had my housing area hooked up where the DVD
player had wires running from it to both of the T.V.s.
 

While they watched the DVD, I checked up on her and Floc to
make sure that he wasn’t killing her ass in there.
 
I cracked the door open a little and saw that he
had her bent over holding onto some dirty pipes while he was on his tippy toes
hitting it. I chuckled as I heard her badge keep hitting the metal pipes.
 
That is what was making the tink, tink, tink
sound.
 
I told him ten more minutes and
then I closed the door knowing that he wasn’t missing a beat.
 
When they came out, I gave Flocko an inmate
cup with some Hennessey in it and he went right to his cell and locked in.
 
As a matter of fact after the porno went off
they all went to their cells and locked in, putting up the towels so they could
make love to themselves in private.
 

When C.O. Rains came out of the utility closet she went into
the bathroom to wash the dirt off her hands from the pipes she was holding onto.
 
She then came and sat down in the Officers’
station across from me and asked me how we were going to work this new found
business arrangement.
 
I chuckled when
she said, “Talk to me daddy!”
 
I was in
the process of locking the remaining inmates in when I heard punches being
thrown!
 
I told Rains to buzz me inside
on the floor because they were fighting.
 
I went in on the “A” side where I saw some
inmates standing around and two other inmates rolling around on the
ground.
 
I grabbed the both of them and
broke them up.
 
They stopped immediately
so that’s how I knew that it wasn’t that serious.
 
One inmate said, “Hey, I was walking to my cell
and this lil nigga just clocked me so I duffed him out!”
 
I looked at him like I didn’t believe him and
then he said, “On the real, Hey, I ain’t got
no
beef
with him so I don’t know why he clocked me.”
 
Then another inmate joined in and said, “Word,
shorty been bugging like that for a minute now like he ain’t got it all
upstairs.
 
So ya’ll better get him out of
here before we kill ‘em up in here.”
 
I
looked at the other inmate and he just stood there with his arms folded.
 
This was not the first time that I heard of
him stirring up trouble.
 
I figured that
he was one of those, “C.O. I can’t live here,” kind of inmates and was doing
everything that he could to get out of the housing area.
 
I didn’t want to take a chance with him
staying here and these fools doing something stupid to him bringing heat to my
housing area.
 
I told everybody to go to
their cells and told him to pack his stuff up. He then put his sneakers back on
that came off during the scuffle and said, “I am packed.”
 
I led him out of the housing area into the
corridor next to the Officer’s station.
 
Then
I made a phone call to the office in the jail called “Movement.”
 
This office was in charge of where inmates are
going to be housed when they come to this jail.
 
I asked if they could switch my inmate for another inmate in another
housing area.
 
I made the inmate named
Jerry Lawson
sit
outside until they came with the new
inmate and the swap was made.
 
I gave the
new inmate my speech, “I am going to give you a half an hour to inspect your
new cell.
 
In that time if you find
anything in there that does not belong to you such as a weapon or drugs I will
let you turn it into me with no repercussions.
 
After that half an hour is up if a search
comes in here and finds anything that you’re not supposed to have in there,
it’s on you.”
 
I then led him to his cell
and locked him in.
 

I then returned to Rains to let her know how we could both
make money.
 
I told her that it could
work like this, I have a bunch of loyal workers
 
in here that I trust and I could set it up so that she service them
because they have been cleared through me.
 
I’ll provide her with protection and she will
get her money up front.
 
What made me
really happy was when she said that she and her girls will try my way out
temporarily to see if it would work out!
 
I knew that it would because I already had
inmates in line waiting for a chance with money in hand.
 
At this time my day was over and she had left
to go participate in the search.

So, I took this time to go to the back of my housing area where
I could get a signal to use my cell phone.
 
I saw that I had a missed call from a friend
of mine so I returned his call.
 
He
answered my call crying and saying, “Yo, Gee what’s good?
 
I need you,
fam
.”
 
I ask, “What happened!?”
 
He said between sobs, “My princess is gone
Gee
.
 
Them
mothrerfuckas killed her!”
 
I knew that he called his daughter Princess so
I ask, “What happened to her!?”
 
He said
for me to get the newspaper and that there would be a story about a teenage
girl being raped and killed by two men.
 
I
had not seen him or his family in awhile but I did hear about that story not
knowing that that was his daughter they were talking about.
 
He said, “I need your help Gee because they
caught them nigga’s and I heard that they are heading your way.”
 
I was angered because I knew that she was a
good kid that got all A’s in school and everything.
 
I responded, “Say no more.
 
I got you, fam.”
 
When I got off the phone I sat back thinking.
 
I was saddened about what I had just found
out.
 
I thought to myself that right now
I wear many hats up in this joint, Drug dealer, contraband smuggler, pimp and
occasionally Corrections Officer, so I am just going to add one more to my
resume…….hired gun.