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The retaliation was what signaled the start of a war. In J.T.’s gang it was the security officer, Price, who oversaw the details of the war: posting sentries, hiring mercenary gunmen if need be, pla
I had never seen a war last beyond a few weeks; the higher-ups in each gang understood that public violence was, at the very least, bad for business. Usually, after a week or ten days of fighting, the leaders would find a mediator, someone like Autry, to help forge a truce.
“Pastor Wilkins says we can meet once a week at the church, at night,” Price said. “I spoke to him yesterday. He says he would like a donation.”
Price started to chuckle. So did T-Bone, who had returned from his phone call, and J.T.
“What’s so fu
“Pastor Wilkins is a faggot, man,” J.T. said. “That nigger sucks dick all night long!”
I had no idea whether Pastor Wilkins really did have sex with men, but I didn’t think it much mattered. Price and the others enjoyed making fun of him, and that was that.
“I still don’t see what’s so fu
“Nigger, you have to meet with him,” T-Bone said. “Alone!”
“Oh, I get it. Very fu
“No, the pastor wants to meet today,” J.T. said, suddenly stern. “And I need to find out today if we have a place to meet on Friday. So you’re up, brown man. Get ready.”
“All right, then. I’m delegating T-Bone to visit Pastor Wilkins. Now, you can’t tell me that I can’t delegate!”
“Actually, I can,” J.T. said. “It says in the gang’s rules that only the leader can make these kinds of meetings.”
“Now you guys are making shit up. But fine, I’ll do it. I say we give him fifty bucks for the use of the church.”
“What!” Price said. “Are you crazy?”
“Fifty will just make sure the cops arrive on time,” T-Bone said. “You better think a little higher.”
“Well, what did we pay last time?” I asked.
“It depends,” J.T. said, explaining that it was not uncommon for the less well-established clergy to rent out their storefront spaces to the gangs for business meetings. “Five hundred gets you the back room or the basement, but that’s just one time. And the pastor stays in the building. Seven hundred fifty gets you the place to yourself. And sometimes you want to be by yourself, depending on what you’re going to discuss.”
“Yeah,” Price chimed in. “If you have to beat somebody’s ass, you might want to be alone.”
I asked for a little time to think things over.
The four of us left the restaurant and got into J.T.’s Malibu for our next task: a meeting with Joh
Joh
I wasn’t very worried about meeting with Joh
“You mean he rips off only people in the Black Kings?” I asked.
“That’s right,” said J.T. “And this one is hard, because Joh
“No, you have to be careful,” I said. “I told you I won’t use a gun.”
“No one said you have to,” Price offered, laughing from the backseat. “But he might!”
“What exactly is it that I’m supposed to do?” I asked. “You want me to make him charge you fair prices?”
“Well, this is a tough one,” J.T. said, “because we can’t have people taking advantage of us, you dig? But the thing is, we provide this nigger protection.”
“Protection?”
“Yeah, say somebody steals something. Then we find out who did it and we deal with it.”
“So he can’t tell us that we can’t come in his store,” Price said. “Not if we’re providing him a service.”
“Right,” said J.T. “We have to try and remind him that he’s paying us to help him, and it doesn’t look good if he doesn’t let us come in his store. See, what he’s doing is trying to make back the money that he’s paying us for protection.”
Joh
Joh
J.T., Price, and I followed Joh
We all sat down around the table. Joh
“Well, we were thinking more like what you were going to do, nigger,” Price said.
“Listen, big black,” Joh
J.T. told Price to go back to the car, leaving just me, J.T., and Joh
“You’re paying us, Joh
Joh
And your boys keep coming in here demanding free shit. I told Moochie and the rest of them that if they come in here anymore, this.22 is going to find their back.” He gestured to a rifle hanging behind him on the wall.
“See now, that’s the kind of talk we don’t need,” J.T. said. “I mean, we need to cooperate.”
“Cooperate, my ass!” said Joh
“Whoa, whoa!” I yelled, trying to be useful. “Let’s calm down now, boys. What I think we need is a little-”
“Is this Arab going to sit here all day with us?” Joh
“Leave that boy alone,” J.T. said. “I’ll explain later.” He shot me a glance, a Shut the fuck up glance. “Listen, you pay me two hundred dollars a month and you’ll get the same shit from us.” He was talking about the protection the gang afforded. “And I’ll talk to Moochie and everyone else, tell them they can’t steal shit. Okay?”