Wednesday, February 11, 2009

PART 3 OF 22 MY VERSION OF BLACK GANGSTER FROM HARLEM

                                       Part  3 of 22          


                                    The Numbers Game


Define: Number games: The numbers game, or policy racket, is an illegal  lottery played mostly in poor neighborhoods in U.S. cities, wherein the better attempts to pick three or four digits to match those that will be randomly drawn the following day. The gambler  places his or her bet with a bookie at a tavern, or other semi-private place that acts as a betting parlor. A runner carries the money and betting slips between the betting parlors and the headquarters, called a "numbers bank" or "policy bank". The name "policy" is from a similarity to cheap insurance, both seen as a gamble on the future.


The overt exclusion of blacks from the nation's economic, social and political processes only served to foment alternative means toward becoming a part of established idealized factions. Black Americans were frequently denied access to bank loans, good jobs, nice homes, influential political positions, advanced educational opportunities and equal social treatment and benefits. Even those few who were affluent were still denied most social and political equalities and opportunities. To be a black person in America was to be a person looked upon by many in white society as an inferior and non-deserving being. Many black Americans turned to illegal resources to offset the economic denials.Black crime in America was independently run and usually involved such traditional vices as thievery, gambling, prostitution and robbery. Bolito (the numbers game) and drugs became key factors in the evolvement of black organized crime during the 1920s and 1930s. By 1925 there were thirty black policy banks in Harlem, several of them large enough to collect bets in an area of twenty city blocks and across three or four avenues." More than 800 runners (bet collectors) spent each day hurrying back and forth between betting customers and the policy bank (clearing house). Bets could be made throughout Harlem's beauty parlors, bars, restaurants, pool halls, barber shops, drugstores, cleaners, stores and other business establishments. Runners even went to people's homes where they could place bets right at their doorsteps. A class system exists within the black underworld and, other than traditional vices, there is "a number of 'big shots' organizing and controlling crime, vice, and racketeering, as well as other more innocent forms of illegal activity such as gambling particularly the 'policy,' or the 'numbers,' game. The underworld has, therefore, an upper class and a middle class as well as lower class. The shady upper class is composed mainly of the 'policy kings.' They are the most important members of the underworld from the point of view of their numbers, their wealth and their power. The policy game started in the Negro Community has a long history. This game caught on quickly among Negroes because one may bet as little as a penny, and the rewards are high if one wins (as much as 600 to 1). In a community where most of the people are either on relief or in the lowest income brackets, such rewards must appear exceptionally alluring.


During most of its history the policy racket in the Negro community has been monopolized by Negroes


The numbers game (policy game) is a form of lottery that Harlemites played on a daily basis. Even black professionals, influential, and so called "respectable," people played or participated in the games. The game is played by players betting on a series of three numbers from 0 to 999. Numbers runners would collect the money from the bettors each day, leave each bettor a receipt from what was called a "policy book," and then take the cash and policy book to the clearing house, also known as a policy bank. A player would win if his/her numbers matched a preset series of three numbers, which were found in daily newspapers as the last three digits of either the NYSE total, U.S. Treasury balance, or total bets at a selected racetrack. The numbers game seldom favored the players because the results were often "fixed."


Although the numbers game was a nickels and dimes operation, it provided Harlemites an opportunity to gamble and hopefully win on, or hit, a series of numbers to supplement their meager incomes.


( this is my version from reading different article and studying for my own pleasure)


 

PART 2 OF 22 MY VERSION OF BLACK GANGSTER FROM HARLEM


                             The Roaring Twenties

PART 1 OF MY VERSION OF BLACK GANGSTER FROM HARLEM

                                         PART 1 OF 22


Frank Lucas:  was a heroin dealer and organized crime boss in Harlem


              How did He start and why did it break him.


Very little is known about organized black gangs that operated in Harlem, New York, during the Prohibition and Depression years. Almost all organized crime in Harlem during that time was run by Italian, Jewish, and Irish gangsters. A few loosely run black crime factions did exist and primarily concentrated on policy and lottery gambling, prostitution and drugs.


These are the true stories of a time, a place and a people who lived during one of our country's darkest and most socially flamboyant periods. It was the era of the flappers, jazz music, the Harlem Renaissance, bootlegged booze, speakeasies, gin joints, Tammany Hall, and the mob the crooked politicians and gangsters who ruled over it all.America's troops were finally back from "the war to end all wars." World War I was over and the country was rejoicing. The Fifth Regiment of New York's National Guard proudly marched down Fifth Avenue, the men rhythmically striding in perfect unison to the lilting jazz music from the military band preceding them. Thousands of people lined the way, cheering and waving flags as the troops passed through the city. Everybody was smiling. Everybody was happy and optimistic. Their husbands, fathers, brothers and sons were back. The "Hell Fighters" were home. A uniformed Bill "Bojangles" Robinson pumped his drum major's baton wildly into the air as he marched in front of Lieutenant Jim Europe's all black band, leading the returning warriors back home to Harlem.America's returning black soldiers were sure they now would be treated as equals, having bravely proved their worth by serving honorably overseas. More than 200,000 blacks populated Harlem and more were migrating from the cotton fields and sugarcane fields of the South to join those home from the war. The hope was that they all would find better paying work, better housing and equality. It did not take long for them all to realize that America had not changed. The whites' only system was still solidly in place, and was steadily growing worse on a daily basis. The only work they found available were low-paying, menial jobs as janitors, servants, bootblacks, cooks, houseboys and baggage handlers; to name a few. These positions hardly paid them enough to live on and much less than any white person was paid for doing the same work. The doors to the good jobs were shut in their faces and they were dared to "step out of line," under threat of severe repercussions. A few enterprising people did manage to open some nightclubs, restaurants and taverns that catered to Harlem's black population. The housing situation grew worse. Estimates placed more than 5,000 people residing in a single block. Harlem was a severely overcrowded and segregated community, with more than 250,000 citizens crammed into an area 50 blocks long and eight blocks wide. Many of these people had to sleep in shifts. One would return from work to sleep, while another would vacate the bed to go to work. The bed would always remain warm for its next occupant. Many of the Harlemites could barely scrape together enough money to pay rent. This led to what became known as rent parties, which were commonly held on weekends to raise enough money to pay the landlord. If the rent was not paid by Sunday, the tenant would find their belongings thrown out on the streets.


Times were hard for black people, not only in Harlem but throughout the nation. Race riots and labor riots were erupting everywhere. Racism was the rule and malcontent was the order of the day. In the midst of these conflicts, the nation was entering into the pain of Prohibition. On January 20, 1920, Congress passed the 18th Amendment to the Constitution, banning the sale of alcoholic beverages. Harlem establishments that depended on the sale of alcohol were forced out of business, as were others across the nation. These disrupting events marked the beginning of the Roaring Twenties


( this is my version from reading different article and studying for my own pleasure)

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Never Judge the helper you hired (Smile a little)

     A successful rancher died and left everything to his

     devoted wife. She was determined to keep the ranch,
     but knew very little about ranching, so she placed an

     ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.

     Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the

     other a drunk.

     She thought long and hard about it, and when no one
     else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring
     it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.
    He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours
     every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks the
     two of them worked hard and the ranch was doing very well.
     Then one day, the rancher's widow said "You have done
     a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You

     should go into town and kick up your heels."
     The hired hand readily agreed and went into town on Saturday night.
     He returned around 2:30am , and upon entering the room, he found
    the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine,
     waiting for him.
     She quietly called him over to her.
     "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.
     Trembling, he did as she directed.
   "Now take off my boots." He did as she asked,ever so slowly.

    "Now take off my socks." He removed each
     gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
    "Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned
     it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.
    "Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands did
    as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
     Then she looked at him and said: "If you ever
     wear my clothes into town again, you're fired!"
     Now that's funny ... I don't care who you are!!!!

You might live in Indiana,


                    You might live in Indiana

> >> >> If someone in a store offers you assistance &
they don't Work there,
> >> >> you might live in Indiana.

> >> >> If your dad's suntan stops at a line curving
around the Middle of
> >> >> his forehead, you might live in Indiana.

> >> >> If your town has an equal number of bars and
churches, You might
> >> >> live in Indiana.

> >> >> If you have had a lengthy telephone
conversation with Someone who
> >> >> dialed a wrong number, you might live in
Indiana.

> >> >> YOU KNOW YOU ARE A TRUE HOOSIER WHEN:
> >> >> 1. Vacation means going north or south on I-65
for the Weekend.

> >> >> 2. You measure distance in hours.

> >> >> 3. You know several people who have hit a deer
more than Once..

> >> >> 4. You often switch from heat to AC in the
same day and Back again.

> >> >> 5. You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow
during a Raging
> >> >> blizzard, without flinching.

> >> >> 6. You see people wearing camouflage at social
events Including
> >> >> weddings.

> >> >> 7. You install security lights on your house
and garage And leave
> >> >> both unlocked.

> >> >> 8. You carry jumper cables in your car and
your Girlfriend knows how
> >> >> to use them.

> >> >> 9. You design your kids Halloween costume to
fit over a Snow suit.

> >> >> 10. Driving is better in the winter because
the potholes Are filled
> >> >> with snow.

> >> >> 11. You know all 5 seasons: almost winter,
winter, still Winter,
> >> >> road construction, & It's Hot.

> >> >> 12. Your idea of creative landscaping is a
statue of a Deer next to
> >> >> your blue spruce.
> >> >> 13. Down south means Kentucky to you.

> >> >> 14. A brat is something you eat.

> >> >> 15. Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate
his new Pole shed.

> >> >> 16. You go out to a tailgate party every
Friday.

> >> >> 17. You have more miles on your snow blower
than your Car.

> >> >> 18. You find 0 degrees a "little chilly."

> >> >> 19. You actually understand these jokes, and
you forward Them to all
> >> >> your Indiana friends. (What's not to
understand?)