When we were last with Gerald in New Orleans, he was running the streets with his long-time friends, Greg and Minew…
I don’t judge people, I analyze ‘em. I don’t care who you be. I can pick you up before you even come.
Like cops. I can tell police. Even the little Secret Service people… The first thing I look at— your waist.
Another thing tell me that you’re known as a cop — ain’t too many men gonna lock eyes with another man. And that’s plain and simple. Even if you stop carrying your gun, I would know who you are. I’ve been dealing with the law enforcement so long.
When me, Minew, and Greg be in the car, we never look behind us.
The cop behind you, you gonna look in the rear view mirror. That what make the cop pull.
You smoking weed, the first thing they say, “Don’t pass the weed, look at the police.” Then the backseat man look. First thing the cop tell ya: “Reason why I pull the car over is the guy looked back.”
They had a police called Tyrone Martin. Tyrone Martin is a dirty cop, filthy. All Sixth District, all the cops down there is really dirty.
One night me and Greg riding out to Iberville. Tyrone Martin pull us over. He say, “The back guy was my man. Been on you from out the Tenth ward.” He said he seen him putting the cocaine in the back of the seat.
We went to jail. They was trying to charge us with distribution. They know we dope boys, they ain’t stupid. But we fought the charge. We in a Camaro, tinted window, dark as shit up in there.
We sit up about a year fighting the charge. The cops go 30 months, then 20 months. They was trying to come down, they just want a conviction.
My friend Bunyon got a lawyer, Kevin Boshay. Kevin Boshay was a high-priced lawyer. He walk in the courtroom, you thought he was gonna dismiss the charge. Bad boy. So I got a lawyer. A guy out the Garden District. Wayne Fontenau.
To be continued. Gerald Anderson’s first book, “Still Standing: how an ex-con found salvation in the floodwaters of Katrina,” is available on Amazon.com.
