When I started working,
I was still living in East Harlem and things hadn't changed much there. After dinner I'd meet my friend Ruby and we’d walk over a couple of
blocks to the Colonial Tea Room for a coffee or maybe a soda. Ruby had a
girlfriend in school and she and her brother Teddy would with sit with us
sometimes. Teddy was a nice looking boy, with a big smile and curly dark hair.
One night he told us that he was making a lot of money and had bought a brand
new car. “How many seventeen-year-olds do you know with a brand new car?” he
bragged. He told us all he had to do was pick up a package from the west side
and deliver it. As innocent as we were, Ruby and I knew the package was
probably drugs. We begged him not to do it anymore…it wasn't worth it, no
matter how much he was paid. Of course he ignored us and we later heard he was
picked up and arrested.
Teddy told us how the
police had showed him photos of children hooked on drugs. It really shook him
up and eventually he gave the police the names of the people he worked for. Of
course these people found out what he did and soon after Teddy was killed in a
candy store. We heard rumors that they dumped his body somewhere in the Bronx. “Remember
that curly hair he had,” one of the “old-timers” told us. “Well, it’s all gone now…the
rats ate it!”
Unfortunately young men will always
be tempted by the idea of making lots of money the easy way. Across the street from us lived a young man
nicknamed Blondie because his hair was so light. He loved to go to the Boys
Club to play handball, as did a lot of the guys in the neighborhood. I remember him once telling me enthusiastically
how great my Uncle Eddie was at the game. I guess it was hard for him to take
care of his large family in a small East Harlem apartment. Blondie also got
involved with the drug runners. I don’t remember exactly what his job was, but
I know he was responsible for handling the money. It was a pretty high-level
position.
I really don‘t know
what happened after that. He moved his
family out of the small apartment and stopped going to the Boys Club.
Not too much later a
body was found floating in the East River with both hands cut off—a mafia
message that the person was taking more than he should from whoever was running
the operation. We all knew it was
Blondie because of his almost white, light hair.