The Mexican Mafia and More

SEGREGATION OR DESEGREGATION ?

2008-07-26T09:59:00.000-07:00

By now I believe most of the custodial personnel are aware of the U.S.Supreme Court ruling that the segregation of inmates by races is unconstitutional. I do not believe that the Justices are aware of the many factors involved in this decision. Sure, for the first timer, or those accused of minor crimes, such as drug, drunk, check cases etc. probably could get along alright. There maybe other first offenders of crimes of a more serious charges that could also make it inter-racially, however, when it comes to the hatred between races, I don't believe it would be appropriate to mix. An example is the Aryan Brotherhood member being celled with a member of the Slack Guerrilla Family. This holds true to the Mexican Mafia member being celled with a member of the Nuestra Familia. It also holds true to a Mexican Mafia member being celled with a member of the Black Guerrilla Family. THESE GANGS SHOULD, IN MY OPINION NEVER BE CELLED TOGETHER. I am not talking about so called drop outs. This is a category into itself. There are several prisons across the states that have programs dealing with the drop outs and they seem to be working. As long as the various street gangs are told to do the bidding of their prospective prison gang leaders, this hatred will exist. The gang problem is like the drug problem, we keep chipping away, but in reality it just keeps growing. A dear friend of mine, the late newsman Don Harris put it in perspective, (paraphrasing)" the solution to the problem with prison gangs is like the problem with the solution of wars. we just don't know." - Moco

Where's My Car ?

2008-06-29T19:26:00.000-07:00

Probably one of the most facinating informants that we had at the Prison Gang Task Force was an associate of the Aryan Brotherhood by the name of Jimmy. He is in my book. I didn't tell everything about each of the various prison gang members or the book would have contained 3 or 4 times the pages. Besides being a demolition expert, he was also a car thief.

He told us about a scam that the Aryan Brotherhood had put together back in the late 1960's, early 1970's. Here is how he discribed it. The Aryan Brotherhood members had a tow truck and had two of those magnetic signs, one on each side of the doors. The sign had the initials AB Towing. (Now if that is not original, nothing is). Jimmy said that the driver would drive around towns looking for the big heaviest vehicles he could find such as Buicks, Cadillacs or Oldsmobiles parked on the street. The driver would simply back up the tow truck to the vehicle and hook it up to the tow truck and drive away.

Jimmy said that the driver would take it to the Long Beach or San Pedro salvage junk yard near the port where old automobiles were dismanteled and turned back into steel or shipped over seas. Jimmy said that before it was taken inside the yard, the driver would check the inside of the car and the trunks. Sometimes the driver would find money, guns and even drugs. The driver would then take out a hammer and break the windows and dent the car to make it look like junk. The license plates had also been removed...moco

IN THE BEGINNING

2008-06-23T12:06:00.000-07:00

I was just thinking about how in the beginning, (1972-78) we were involved in training not only other law enforcement agencies, but also in some of the prisons in California. We were not only in the fore-front, but we were also in the learning stages ourselves. We were fortunate to have some of the best people helping us out. People like the late Bill Hankins, "SMOKEY" Thomas, Captain Thompson and Warden Jake Gunn from Folsom Prison. There were other prison personnel too numerous to name. We also had the help of the late "Tony" Casas, Danny Vasquez and Don Elder. We also had the leadership of the "Admiral" Joe Moody. Remember it was his Drug Abuse Law Enforcement (DALE) partner, Richard "Moe" Moreno, the "Pacman's" cousin that wrote the federal grant that took us from the stone age to the modern age, with a working place (trailer) that housed us in. Most of this is in the book, however, for those that haven't read it, they can trace a part of history that may or may not have been told to them.

The main focus of this article is to advise all those in the criminal justice field of one of the outstanding associations that exists, the INTERNATIONAL LATINO GANG INVESTIGATORS ASSOCIATION. I would be remiss if I left out some of the others as they too are also fine associations. The ones that I have been associated with are in alphabetical order, ARIZONA GANG INVESTIGATORS ASSOCIATION, (AGIA) the CALIFORNIA GANG INVESTIGATORS ASSOCIATION (CGIA), the SECURITY THREAT INTELLIGENCE NETWORK on GANGS(S.T.I.N.G.) out of Colorado, and the TEXAS GANG INVESTIGATORS ASSOCIATION (TGIA).

The ILGIA has been fortunate to have had two of the best presidents in the business, "Gabe" Morales who got it started, and now Nelson Arriaga. With all these resources, I would find it hard to believe that there is a reason that some of those in the criminal justice field should be in the dark about what is going on with street gangs and those in prison gangs. The info is out there for the asking. A lot of the different states have set up similar training sessions, and those that haven't it behooves those in these fields to advise their departments to see if they can be sent to one or more of these training sessions ... Moco

INFORMANTS, GOOD, BAD OR INDIFFERENT

2008-06-11T10:26:00.000-07:00

A dear friend of mine, retired LASD Sergeant Richard Valdemar,recently wrote an article in the POLICE MAGAZINE about an informant nicknamed "Spider" from Varrio White Fence. It is a shame that what happened to this informant due to the lack of empathy on the part of some cops that were APPARENTLY not trained properly, at least in my opinion.

Any cop worth his salt, knows that a good informant is worth his weight in gold. Again, it is up to the cop to set the parameters of what his informant does or doesn't do. Of course, there are good and not so good informants, the good ones will be loyal, the others will go to te highest bidder even if the informant knows that the cop would sell him out.

We handled a mass of them during the early days of the Prison Gang Task Force and they told us of the other cops wanting to have the informant work for them. That is what I mean by loyalty.

Sure we had our share of informants that lied to us, but they didn't last long. On the other hand we had some that were more believable than a few cops that I knew over the years. Yes, they can be a pain in the ass and sometimes everything in their life appears to them as a major tragedy, when in fact it is only a minor set back.

I don't remember if there were any classes on HOW TO HANDLE AN INFORMANT or not, but it appears that in some departments, is is direly needed. Like Richard points out(paraphrasing),"a human life should be in the utmost of the cops mind when he uses the informant. I realize that this may sound basic to most cops, however, the proof is in the untimely death of what could possibly been prevented ... Moco

ARRESTS, TURNCOATS, RICO'S AND DEATH

2008-06-07T07:28:00.000-07:00

As I am sitting at my computer going over some of the many emails that I receive (between 75-100 dailey) It just struck me, the Mexican Mafia will be 51 years old this December, according to the late Bill Hankins. Despite all the arrests, members dropping out, RICO's and death, this insideous gang is not going away, and like I have said many times in the past, it is getting larger, and like locusts spreading across America, and it is destroying many lives in it's path.

Every time a "shot caller" is taken down, someone steps up to take his place. No, the Mexican Mafia is not lacking for those who desire to climb the ladder of destruction, or recruiters to bring in more of their kind to continue their criminal acts.

Along these lines, we keep hearing stories from some of the drop-outs of things that they could not have possibly been involved in as they were not around during some of the time periods that they talk about. For example, during the numerous times that we surveilled Joe Morgan, and during the three times that I was present during his arrests, some of these drop-outs claim they were so close to him. We never saw them at any of the locations Joe Morgan had been followed to, nor were their names ever mention in any wire taps that we were asked, "do you know this name, or that name."

An interviewer has to know that some of these drop-outs embellish the story to make them appear more than they are. Sure, some of these drop-outs have valuable information, otherwise they would not have been selected by the investigators in the first place. I am just saying, "don't believe everything told to you, remember, the bottom lines is they are Mexican Mafia members and remain so until their demise. The Prison Gang Task Force was not exempt from some of these stories and got "sucker punched" on more than one occassion.

I can hear the critics now, "this is all well and good, but what is the solution to the problem?"

If I knew that, I could make a lot of money. We just have to keep chipping away, like the drug problem, it just keeps getting bigger and bigger.

THE STREETS OF LAREDO

2008-06-02T07:12:00.000-07:00

On May 15th, my dear friend and confident Clemente Rodriquez, drove me down to Laredo, Texas for the TEXAS VIOLENT GANG TASK FORCE meeting to be held the next day. (I can still visualize the movie of the same name. I also can see the actors, William Holden and William Bendix who played the part of Texas Rangers, walking the streets.) We stayed at the La Quinta Motel next to the airport. Clemente noticed a Bexar County Probation car outside our window. He felt that it was the one another good friend of ours drove, Roger Lozano. He was in fact in the room next to us. We visited for a while, then Clemente drove him and I to visit one of the best investigators in the Laredo District, Mario Soria. It had been about one year since I last saw him, but as usual, he hadn't changed much. Mario is a charmer, and I believe that is part of the reason he is able to be one of the best in the business. We met in one of Laredo's oldest Barrios at a bar. Mario explained that all around this bar lives members of various Prison Gang members such as the Mexican Mafia (Mexikanemi), Hermanos Pistoleros Latinos and others. Mario is the type of individuals that can go just about anywhere he chooses without fear of one of these listed people trying to take his life.
Eventhough the session was for one day only, it was a success. Another of my friends, Kerry Pople gave his talk on Prison Gangs, and he too is one of the best in the prison life of the various gangs behind the walls. We only had 10 books left from the previous order and they sold out in about an hour. All in all, it was areal good seminar.

VIVA LAS VEGAS

2008-06-01T10:37:00.000-07:00

I had the pleasure of being in Las Vegas on the 5th, 6th and 7th of May for a two day training seminar put on by the City of Las Vegas Detention and Enforcement in conjuction with IGIA. One cannot say enough about the multi-billion dollar Red Rock Casino, Resort and Spa. The food and hospitality was great, as was the presenters. I had an opportunity as did others in attendance to see the security, video cameras in action. This is something all involved in police work should see. These cameras, all digital can read the license plates in the parking areas as well as the casino players. It was something great to see. (This service was set up by my dear friend Mike "Poco Loco" Beringhele, who's is a friend of the security director, Mr. Jim Brown. Our President, Nelson Arriaga of the ILGIA has gone out of the way to find the best people to host our seminars, in this case it was Anthony Rodriguez. He also is one of the nicest cops to put on a uniform. (He works plain clothes). The presenters were top notch, as were the refreshments.
I also had the opportunity to meet several of those in attendance. Just to mention a few, Todd De Palma and his girlfriend Amelia, Antonio Rodriguez, William Dunn, Martha Salazar, Cisneros and his agents from Chihuahua, Mexico and many others.
I know a lot of the members cannot attend all our seminars, but they should try to go to as many as they can. I have attended as many as I can, and I have yet to be disappointed. Our next annual one will be in San Antonio, Texas in August 25/28. I will tell you this; please do try to make it. I can guarentee it will be well worth the trip. They are again lining up some of the best presenters in the business. I was in San Antonio for the last two weeks in May. and was at a strategy meeting with the San Antonio faction of ILGIA and they are going all out to make this a memorable session.

REFLECTIONS

2008-04-24T14:24:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago I had the privilege to be invited to the Arizona Gang Investigators Association's first annual conference in Phoenix. I was invited to sell copies of my book - The Mexican Mafia, The Story. It was a wonderful conference with over 400 people in attendance; real good for the first one. Everything was first class, from the speakers to the food service. While sitting in the lobby, I could not help but reflect on my early days at the conferences we put on. There were a few major changes that have taken place over the years. For instance, several women investigators attended this conference. We had none. I also could not help seeing several of the investigators entering and exiting the conference room while answering their cell phones, again we had none.

We of course did not have these new contraptions. Our "cell phones" consisted of the old 4 pound radio we used on surveillances so as not to tie-up the unit radio that was being used for regular police functions. Of course we did not have computers, or the micro tape recorders now used by many investigators. We relied upon the old clumsy reel to reel to record during some of our interviews.

It was also good to see so many "youngsters" in the group. They remind me of "sponges". (This is ment as a compliment, not as being disparaging.). Everyone has to start somewhere, and it is important to know, as my dear friend Robert Marquez so eloquently said, "Nothing is absolute." I interpret this to mean: check out and recheck the sources of the information given to you ... even then it may not prove to be perfectly true.

The bottom line is that the training presented today is up to date, with some of the generational info included to give the new "Pepsi generation" a look into the past, for without the past, one cannot determine the future. ...Moco

MANUEL "TATI" TORREZ

2008-04-21T14:00:00.000-07:00

The date of his death should read April 2005. Torrez (A74921) was stomped to death by fellow eMe members at Florence-ADX Max for allegedly encroaching on other members turf and lingering problems in the Victor Murillo homicide.

MAN THAT’S NOT MY STASH

2008-04-18T07:19:00.000-07:00

It was a rather hot and smoggy day in the City of Monterey Park in July of 1972. The temperature was close to 89 degrees. Joe Delia was out on patrol duty when he spotted what appeared to him as a possible drug addict walking along one of the residential streets within the city. Joe Delia was an expert at catching intravenous drug users. He got so good that he even beat the PhD who wrote the book that most defense lawyers used to dis-credit officers in court on being an "expert" on the use of drugs.

One of the reasons this person was suspicious to Officer Delia was that on this hot day, this person was wearing a heavy trench coat. An earlier court ruling said that an officer could no longer have a person stopped for investigative purposes and order the person to roll up his sleeves to be inspected for illegal drug use.

As Joe was in the process of a "pat-down" to insure that the person did not possess any weapons, Joe felt a soft bulge under the person’s shirt. Joe thinking that this was the man's stash of narcotics started pulling at the bulge. The man shouted at Joe that this was not his stash. At that very time, the bulge was yanked out. To Joe's surprise, it was the man's colostomy bag and it was full. Joe not only got most of it on him but also on the man he took it from. Needless to say, the man was not arrested, but Joe had to go home and change uniforms.

ARMANDO "LUNES" "MUNDI" VARELA

2008-04-01T10:38:00.000-07:00

At the prodding of my dear friend, COP Jon Elder, I am writing about an extra ordinary person. Yes, this person had been a murderer and yes, he had also been a member of the Mexican Mafia. He like a few men that had enough of the madness of the organization, decided to come over to our side to fight the very group that they swore an oath to behold. They obviously could not become members of law enforcement, but they helped put away several members of the Mexican Mafia legally. (Either testifying in court or giving us the needed information to turn others that came to our side)."Mundi" had a "persona" about him that made you want to believe his sincerity when talking to him. He was straight forward in answering the questions, and if he made a mistake, he would later bring it to our attention. We, at the Prison Gang Task Force (PGTF) had an occasion to take him to eat or drink, (he was of course on parole, but as far as I knew he did not have the 1 B condition (no drinking) attached to his sentence.

Several of us PGTF members had an opportunity to be alone with Mundi and had the benefit of de-briefing him on a one on one interview. He was very sharp when it came down to dates and who was involved in certain crimes.

As a cop, I cannot call him a friend, but an ally in the fight against the Mexican Mafia. Whenever he got lonely, he would either call us or just drop in at the trailer operation. One day after being placed into the Federal Witness program, he decided to leave that area, and came back to Monterey Park to one of the watering holes that he was familiar with, Agostino's Restaurant.

He did this all because he missed being around his new found police "buddies" and had no one else to talk to.

We let him hang around and drink for a couple of hours and then got in touch with the Federal Marshall's office. They blew a gasket when they found out about Mundi's shenanigans. He was indeed, a very interesting eMe killer.

Mundi later ended up in Arizona, where he helped out a dear cop friend of mine, (Frank "Paco" Marcell) that also has some interesting stories to tell.

I waited until after he died to tell this story for obvious reasons. May He Rest In Peace.

WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD GUYS GONE?

2008-03-18T06:54:00.000-07:00

It is hard to pick up a newspaper and not read about some reporter being found out about the story that he wrote was plagiarized. Is this a sign of the times? In my book I wrote about the news media persons who we allowed to visit our trailer operation. They were indeed few, but they had integrity to tell the stories we gave them. They were factual and sometimes these same persons were allowed to talk to our informants. These persons spent enough time with us to know what we had going on was an honest attempt at bringing down this new phenomenon known as the Mexican Mafia.

We never told them what to write, or asked to see their drafts of the stories. The persons from which I speak of are Joe Ramirez formally from television station KNBC, Steve Mallory, and the late Don Harris. There was one other that wrote stories for Reader's Digest, Nathan Adams.

Don Harris produced a video in 1974, entitled the PRISON GANGS. This film was a reality look at the Mexican Mafia. This film later became a training film for officers involved in fighting the prison gangs. This film also won several awards including the Peabody Award from Columbia University. Steve Mallory did another video on 1976 on another prison gang known as the Nuestra Familia. This also was one of the best documentaries on this gang that I have seen to date.

Joe Ramirez reported stories about this gangs on live television that he researched as a reporter for KNBC. These were also of the best quality.

Sure there are a few writers today with this same integrity. Two that come to mind are Chris Blatchford, and Bill Richardson from Tempe, Arizona.

I have recently read some stories written by others and for the most part was accurate. I have let those writers know that what they had written on the Mexican Mafia were right on.

The bottom line is that the news media can be an effective tool for law enforcement; but one just has to be cautious as to whom they trust with the story.

DON HARRIS

2008-03-05T12:59:00.000-08:00

This story is a request from my son and a couple other persons who feel this story should be told.

Don Harris was a brilliant story writer and video producer of the best prison gang documentary that has come out to date. He had an understanding of mankind both good and bad. Don was very forthright and when I first met him he laid it on the line. He said that he had heard about the Task Force operations and wanted to do a story about the inmates in prison and in free society. He said that he would appreciate working with us, but that he would do the story without our help, but wanted to get the facts straight.

We checked out his credentials which were impeccable. We decided to allow him access to our files and interview our informants. We also took him inside the prisons and down to Tijuana to interview Joe Morgan’s crime partner, Harry Gamboa Buckley. (Buckley refused to be interviewed, but Don was satisfied with our attempts.)

We worked on other stories with him and became good friends. Don told us about a madman preacher that had taken his congregation to Guyana where he felt that he would not be pursued nor persecuted. Don said that Congressman Leo Ryan had received letters from family members of preacher Jim Jones that complained that their relatives were being abused. Congressman Ryan decided to go to Guyana to check out the story, and asked Don if he would care to join him.

Don was telling this in front of Chief Jon Elder who felt this could be a very dangerous assignment and told me to give Don my bullet proof vest.

We later learned from newspaper accounts that upon arrival in Guyana, they were met at the airport by armed guards who escorted them to see Jim Jones. They apparently talked to a few members of the congregation, but could feel the tension in the air. As they were leaving, a car followed them back to the airport. As they were about to enter their plane, the men that had followed them suddenly and without warning shot all of them. Don may have survived the shooting, but to make sure they were dead, they shot Don in the head with a shotgun.

After this, the men returned to Jim Jones who was sitting at the table making sure that his entire congregation, 908 members were drinking the cyanide laced kool-aid that he had prepared. Jim Jones then killed himself by using a gun.

The real tragedy here was that this madman took away at the tender age of 42, one of the kindest, brilliant men that I had the honor of knowing. RIP

DEATH OF THE COMMUNICATOR

2008-02-13T13:34:00.000-08:00

Thirty-five years ago I never thought that I would be writing this. You see, I was one of the many cops from several agencies that were trying to put him back in prison. It was amongst other things that I thought this man was what I termed the "Communicator" for the eMe. Some of our informants agreed. I was told that he was using his agency for criminal activities. Most of the investigators, including myself agreed on this point. I know that the Prison Gang Task Force did everything in it's power to discover all we could about his agency and most of his employees, in fact I even had an inside man (an ex-con) who passed on anything he heard.

As we assembled the various pieces of the puzzle, we could not come up with enough to arrest him. We, (law enforcement) made several arrests of employees, and investigated the deaths of some of the employees but could not connect him directly to any of these activities. He had political clout, as did a few other similar agencies.

We went so far as to include the media, but this too was not enough, until the Get Going Project started to catch heat. I was there on the day this man's project closed, so was a young Lieutenant and his Sergeant from LAPD. We were indeed happy, why not, we had taken down one of what we considered the eMe's strongholds. (It was actually the LA City Councilman, Arthur Snyder whose relentless pursuit that made it official.)

I could go on and on, but I will bring it to a close in the next few paragraphs.

It was around 2002 that I was asked by CIA, an informant of mine (Not the Central Intelligence Agency), to meet with this man. I was leery at first for good reasons. This man certainly knew who I was, even my former boss COP Jon Elder told me he thought it was a bad idea, I wouldn't be the first man that this guy had murdered.

We met in a Denny's Restaurant in Newport Beach, California. The man was as awesome then as when I first started pursuing him. It took about 1/2 hour to clear the air, and we both agreed that what happened in the past should be put behind us. He told me that he had became a born-again Christian and was trying to change the attitudes of not only the kids on the street that were leaning to get into the gang life, but also going inside the prisons to talk to gang members telling them there was a better life through Jesus Christ. He seemed sincere, and I tended to believe him. We talked about how this action was needed and must have talked for a couple of hours.
We met several times after this meeting. We never discussed eMe business per say, if I knew something about a person or incident he would just look at me and smile. From this, I knew it must be true.
He was in the process of writing a book, which I never had a chance to see, because he died before it was published.
I had given him a copy of my book and his comment was that it was written by someone who knew what he was talking about, one who would have had to have lived it to tell it as accurate as portrayed. He even liked the fact that I corrected the part about "Pie Face" being his Padrino. He was not, but when asked, he said that he swore never to divulge that information, and he would take it to the grave; he did.
His name is Rafael "Chispas" Sandoval, ex-director of the COMMUNITY CONCERN CORPORATION. As Paul Harvey says, "now you know the rest of the story".

INMATE INGENUITY

2008-02-11T06:36:00.000-08:00

This was written by a dear friend and fellow employee of mine while working for TDC.

"Wish I had pictures from my early years with TDCJ, I could top this. During an AC (Aryan Circle) and MM (Mexican Mafia) war in 1996, I caught 3 inmates going o the outside recreation yard. They were looking rather "buffed-up" (inmates who work out a lot tend to get big muscles).
Of course they are routinely searched before going to the recreation yard and were found with 1/2" - 1" thick magines sewn together with thread and wire to form a vest under their uniforms that covered from just below the throat to below the waist band. If that wasn't enough, they even had fashioned a type of shin guard from the same material. Thanks went out to the family and citizens concerned for their "mental stimulation" enough to send the mags to the poor offender.

Oh, and they were "laced up" meaning they each had "picos" (shanks, or stabbing devices), secured inside their boxers, tied up to their draws by a strong woven thread so it would dangle just below the crotch. (We had to be very careful to always strip search since a shank in that area would obviously injure the searching officer.)

During the HPL (Hermanos Pistoleros Latinos) and the TS (Texas Sydicate war, I later found some HPL members at the Garza Unit with "pens" in their pocket, which they innocently carried in their uniform pockets. Upon perusal, we found the blades from standard pencil sharpeners wedged and melted into the ends of the ppens cartridges (ink cartridges removed or chopped off to disguise the weapons. (Pencil sharpeners have very strong blades, about the width of 5-6 razor blades, and quite a bit sharper. They make a good throat slasher.) The cap remained in place and they tried to look like a bunch of "nerds", but their intent was to attack the TS members...Such is the life in prison. Stay safe out there.

TATTOOS

2008-02-09T13:47:00.000-08:00

I would venture to say that most people have noticed the tattoos on people of all walks of life.

Although I personally find them distasteful, maybe due to my age (73), I must admit that some of them actually are quite fasinating. They come in all sizes and shapes. Most of the ones that people see are done by persons that work/own a tattoo studio. These tattoos are brightly colored and depict such innocuous things such as flowers, animales, fruits, etc.

The tattoos that I want to talk about are not so innocuous, in fact they are quite harmful and even deadly, if used by those non-members of various prison gangs, outlaw motorcyle gangs etc.
I remember receiving word from a CDC (Cal.Dept.of Corrections) employee that said that a new inmate was received at Folsom Prison in the early 1970's wearing the emblem of the prison gang known as the Aryan Brotherhood. The inmate was held down by several AB members while one used a sharp shank to cut the tattoo of his chest. Most prison gangs take it personal when a non member takes it upon himself to use what they consider a copy righted symbol.

It is easy for the trained eye, (especially a gang officer) to distinguish a prison tattoo from a free world tattoo. Most of those older and some newer prison tattoos are made with Indian Ink using any kind of pin or needle to penetrate the skin. Over the years there have been ex-cons and
street gang members afflicted with the hepititus C virus. (This virus attacks the liver and can cause death.)

Here are just a few examples of weird places on the body that I have witnessed or have been told to me by reliable persons:

On the inside of the lower lip; behind the ears; on the neck; on the ear lobe; between the fingers; on the top of the head; and the best (worse one), was on the penis of an old time Mexican Mafia member who was recently murdered in a bar. This was discovered by a policeman who was booking the member in on a narcotics charge.

I am sure there are many other places but these are the ones that I know about.

RESPECT

2008-01-25T12:54:00.000-08:00

When most people in free society, verses those convicted of a criminal offense, are asked to give a response to what the word "RESPECT" means, most responses are; showing reverence toward another; to show kindness; showing esteem toward another etc.

To the person that is incarcerated, it takes on a series of other meanings. Space; time; not discussing politics of ones' gang; mad dogging, etc. (These can also be interpreted as showing the lack of, or dis-respecting).

The bottom line is that this seven letter word can save one's self or get one killed depending how it is used. A person in the inside can actually be not guilty of committing an act, but to the one who feels dis-respected, it doesn't matter.

The reason that I am bringing this out, RESPECT or DISRESPECT is that in my humble opinion,
some of the prison gangs are coming apart because of it. In the beginning, when the gangs were starting out, there was a certain respect for those that had been around for a longer period of time than the "new inmates". This is one of the reasons that the term "Shot caller" came into existence. There was a respect for their word over others. Most of the "shot callers" were either older "veteranos" or wise for their ages. As time went on and these older inmates went to the federal prisons, died, or became informants the gangs had an influx of youngsters who did not want to take orders from "vietos" (old men) and started pushing their weight around and lost respect for them. Amongst themselves, they believed that they commanded respect when in fact, they in actuality receive little.

Because of this lack of respect, not only amongst themselves but from other gangs, this once the all powerful prison gang will collapse. Law enforcement has been battling them for half a century, but up to a few years ago it had some tough leadership, but now it is like an old friend of mine said back in 1972, "it is like a ship upon the sea, without a rudder".

HERE'S MY ANSWER TO VITA-PRO !

2008-01-12T12:53:00.000-08:00

During the 1990's in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice, Institutional Division, a food program was initiated to feed the inmates a high protein diet. For whatever reason, the program failed. There were stories of fraud etc. and it was done away with. Some of the inmates felt that they were being used as guinea pigs, and refused to consume this meal. Here is what one inmate decided to do about it.

"Joe Green", not his real name, decided to capture the attention of those in charge of this feeding program. Joe filled several envelopes with his feces and mailed it to them. Needless to say, the recipient's were not pleased at all.

All his mail was scrutinized after this.

I GAVE IT UP

2008-01-11T10:21:00.000-08:00

Way back in 1972,the Brotherhood, just as did the Sicilian Mob, deny the existence of their respective groups. One difference was that as long as the Sicilian families married other families of Sicilian background there did not seem to be a problem. Once they started marrying outside their Sicilian groups, such as Genovese, Calabrese, things started to change. Members started telling the deep secrets of the mob.

This is not to say after awhile, even Sicilians got into the act.
The early members of the Mexican Mafia also stood their ground. Even when our first "turn-around," Carlos "Pie Face" Ortega told us about the inter-workings, the other members denied the existence. Those members knew, or felt that anyone who violated the eMe trust would be eliminated and their secrets would remain intact. When "Pie Face" testified against a fellow Mexican Mafia member, Gilbert Pedro "Shotgtun" Sanchez, there were several other members that said "Pie Face" did not know what he was talking about. "Pie Face" had been voted into the eMe some 6 years earlier. "Shotgun" was found not guilty and alot of people did not believe that such an organization such as the Mexican Mafia existed.

Another member, was Mike "Slim" Mulhern. After his arrest with the late Frank "Chivo" Buelna, Mike adamently refuted claims that such an organization existed. He also would later give it up. He testified against a high ranking member of the Hell's Angels. Then there was Michael "Acha" Ison. He was a major player from the San Francisco area. In a taped interview with Steve Mallory, he flatly denied the existence of the eMe. Yes, he too gave it up.

There are several other major "shot callers" such as Ramon "Mudo" Mendoza, Rene "Boxer" Enriquez, and others of lesser positions within the eMe that have turn against their fellow members. Some claim born again Christians, others for whatever they could get from the tax payer through the witness protection program, time off their sentence or what have you.

The bottom line is that when one has his back against the wall, and the price is right, most anyone will take what he feels will better fit his need.

WHAT'S A PICTURE WORTH?

2008-01-04T13:36:00.000-08:00

Most people have heard the old adage, "A picture is worth a hundred words." Truer words were never spoken in the case of "Pete". For those of you who have spent time "behind the walls" you know what I am talking about. For those who have not, this maybe a lesson to learn.

Some of the best pencil drawings, and paintings that I have seen over the years have been done by inmates. A good example is look at the tattoos that most of the ex-con display, intentionally or not. Most of these two examples are done with some of the crudest tools that they themselves make or have other prison "genuis's" make. I have heard guard after guard, including myself say on ocassions, "this guy could make a lot of money if he would only put his mind to work on the streets instead of wasting away in here."

To get back to "Pete", we arrested him at his home back in the early 1970's. The other cops and I were busy being excited with finding pictures of other convicts, some on the run, some not. As we were about to leave his home, I noticed a small, maybe 10" X 14" painting hanging on the wall. I was facinated with it and asked him what it was about. He told us that it summed up his entire life. I can't remember all that was on it, but here are some of the features:
At the very top was a human skull which represented his pending death. Beneath it was a hypo syringe with a few drops of blood coming out. This represente his drug addiction to heroin. There were numbers, 1, 5, 10, that stood for the years he spent in prison. Two clowns, one smiling and the other crying. He said that it meant Smile now, cry later. It also had the Ace of Spades, which he said was the card of death. He said many times he felt like he was going to die of an overdose, or being killed by someone over a drug deal gone bad. He just recently died in an automobile accident...

I Know "them"

2007-12-27T07:39:00.000-08:00

In the first few months of the Prison Gang Task Force's operation, we were contacted by an ex-convict who had spent a few years in both San Quentin and Folsom prisons. He said that he was originally from El Paso, Texas. He showed us his tattoo which consisted of three large letters across his chest...EPT

As we were unfamiliar with these letters, I asked him what did they stand for. He said the El Paso Tip. (We would later confirm this with Sergeant Bill Hankins, who was the investigator for San Quinten Prison.

This person had been stopped by one of the patrolmen who after a brief question and answer session, told him that he might get some help from our unit. To make sure that
he came to the trailer, the patrolman had the person follow him.

The person had a California driver's license with the name of Charlie Chasco. We verified his backgound through CDC and found it to be true. Charlie said that he did time with several of the names we ran by him and he said, "I know them." Charlie agreed to work as an informant for us and we sent him out to find the locations where many of the ex-cons hung out. We did not hear from Charlie for about a week. We thought that he had just went on his way without doing anything for us.

We received word from one of the L.A. Co. homicide Deputy Sheriff's who related that they had found a Hispanic male body with several prison tattoos on his body that had been stabbed several times, there was no identity on him. We were shown tattoos of the body and were sad to say the least, that the first possible ex-con informant had been murdered. There were no leads/arrests for a long time. We had no clues as why.

Later on the Task Force learned that he was murdered by the Aryan Brotherhood

Warden, here's my finger

2007-12-24T09:50:00.000-08:00

Lenny was convicted for the kidnapping and rape of a teenager. He was an angry young man and decided to "get even" for the man who had molested him years earlier when he too was a teenager. If that had not been bad enough, the molester was infected with aids. This was not discovered until several months after he was put into a prison medical center. Because of his bitterness, he was constantly involved in fighting, biting, and throwing things at other inmates and guards.

After being placed in solitary confinement for some six months he grew more agitated by the day. He kept asking for the guards to ask the warden to come and see him, however, it must have fell on deaf ears as the warden didn't show up.

In desperation, he chose to bite off the first diget if his own index finger. He then placed it in an envelope and gave it to one of the guards to take it to the warden. When the warden opened the envelope he could not believe his eyes. He had Lenny taken to the emergency room for treatment and then had him taken to the prison psychiatric hospital for follow-up.

Three months later, Lenny was returned to his very cell in solitary to complete his sentenced for his criminal deeds he had commited in prison. He wrote the warden time and time again, but as before, the warden refused to go to Lenny's cell to see him.

Once again, Lenny decided that the only way to get the wardens attention was to do something of magnitude to get the warden's attention. Lenny decided to to bite the first diget of his middle finger. This time however, Lenny took the portion of finger that he bit off, wrapped a long piece of dental floss around it and dangled it outside his cell, swinging it back and forth as the blood spurted forth.

The warden had enough of these antics and had had Lenny transfered to the psychiatric hospital until his death...

SOLD FOR A CARTON OF CIGARETTES

2007-12-23T07:47:00.000-08:00

John had no way of knowing what to expect while sitting in the courtroom waiting to be sentenced for his criminal action...embezzlement. Sure, he heard about how bad things were in most prisons, however, he felt that since he was forty-five years old, married and with kids, he would be relatively safe. What John didn't realize was that age in itself had no bearing on what the criminal gangs had in their twisted minds.

John was sentenced to five-years. As he was riding on the "Blue Bird" (prison bus), toward the prison, he began to wonder how his family would make out without his support. His wife didn't work, sure she was an educated woman, but John told her that when they got married that she would not have to work any more. She needed to stay home with the kids as he didn't want them to grow up living on the street as he had. No, his kids were going to get better than he had.

As John exited the bus, he immediately was met with cat calls. Although they could have been anyone of the sixty inmates, John felt the were directed towards him. As the sergeant started barking the orders at the inmates, his eyes were constantly moving back and forth at the inmates lined up at the fence at the reception center line.

"Hey you sweet thing, come stay with me",shouted a big black inmate. He was about 6' 6" and about 275 pounds of solid muscle. Although John was about six feet himself, he was in no condition to take on such an animal.

As John picked up his clothing at the reception center, reality set in. He was scared, real scared! As John made his way up to the second tier, he noticed some real mean characters gathered at the end of the stairs. As John walked by, one old
inmates grabbed his ass. John made the fatal error of cussing out this inmate. John had barely sat down the inmate clothes and was in a semi-bent over-position. Before John could straighten up, three inmates grabbed him and throw him on the bunk. Before John could defend himself, his pants were pulled down and the rape begun. Not one, two or three, but six inmates took advantage of his predicament.

John was left bruised and beaten lying on the cell floor sobbing. Since he was a new comer in the prison, he was wanted by several of the various gangs. The blacks made a bid of 1 carton for him and the Hispanics sold him...

"Crazy Carl"

2007-12-21T11:59:00.000-08:00

This is the story about a white male inmate who was sentenced to death in the California Department of Corrections for murdering two females that he picked up in a bar. The females gave Carl a ride home in their five-year old delapidated Ford.
Carl convinced the girls that he needed to use their restroom. While one girl went into the bedroom, the other went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Carl picked up a large butcher knife and while holding his left hand over the girls mouth,
Carl repeatedly stabbed her in the chest. Just as she hit the floor, the other girl walked into the kitchen and seeing her lying in a puddle of blood, started to scream.

Carl immediately jumped on her and started viciously stabbing her to death. Carl then rummaged through the house picking up anything he felt was of value. He loaded
his booty into a pillow case and after getting the car keys, which were lying on the table just inside the door, he walked to the truck and drove off.

About five miles down the highway he noticed the blinking red lights from a police vehicle in the rear view mirror. Carl was thinking about racing off, however, knowing that he could not out run the police unit, he just pulled over.

"Where is your operators license and registration," asked the officer. As the officer shined his flaslight into the car, he noticed that Carl was covered with what appeared to be blood, and a large butcher knife lying on the front seat next to Carl. The officer drew his gun and ordered Carl out of the car and he arrested Carl.

After the jury found Carl guity of the double murder and burglary, the judge sentenced Carl to two death sentences...

"SHITTY SMITTY"

2007-12-19T14:00:00.000-08:00

This is the story of Jake Smith, an eighteen-year old White male inmate who had been convicted for Grand Theft Auto and sentenced to 3-years in the California Department of Corrections. This was not his first encounter with the criminal justice system, no, it was in fact a series of small crimes that led to this current situation. One of his first crimes was that of "petty" theft. He stole a loaf of bread and a package of lunch meat. The total was about $3.00. Since he lived on the street, he would normally live on anything found behind the restaurants in this skid row area of Los Angeles, however, he decided to go into one of the grocery stores and get some new meat and bread.

Jake never noticed the closed circuit camera system and thought that the over-sized jacket that he was wearing would conceal his booty. He was wrong and He was apprehended by the store owner. He plead guilty and was granted probation. He apparently didn't learn much from this because a week later he attempted to steal again, but was apprehended by the store security. Jake's probation was revoked and he was sentence to 1-year in the Los Angeles County Jail.

Upon his release, broke and homeless, he tried to get a meal at a restaurant and tried to leave without paying for it. It so happened that he appeared before the same judge and was given another year.

After being released this time, Jake decided to get out of town and took the first car that someone had left the keys in. Jake had learned how to hot wire the car from some jail inmates that he met while serving his second sentence. Jake had only driven about 10 miles drown the highway, Inter-state 10 when he was pulled over for speeding. The California Highway Patrol Officer was suspicious about the answered given, and Jake was arrested.

The judge, after the jury found him guilty of Grand Theft Auto gave him the three years that he is currently serving.

Upon arrival at the California Institution for Men in Chino, California, Jake tried to fit in, but he made the fatal mistake that so many "fish" (first termers) make.
Jake received some "goodies" (cigarettes and candy) from a nice Hispanic man. This Hispanic man happened to be a gang member and that night, Jake was held down and raped by the nice man and six other nice men.

Jake was about to report the incident to one of the guards but to his luck, another inmate explained what the consequences were. Jake started crying and in between sobs, decided that since he was a "loner" and not a big strong man that he would have to figure out a way to keep others from raping him. Jake did not sleep that night and stayed awake thinking about a strategy to keep him safe.

We have to digress at this point in the story, and give a brief synopsis about his background. According to Jake's own rendition of his birth, we find that he was born the son of a prostitute who decide that she could not care for him so dicarded him in a dumpster behind a restaurant in the area. When one of the workers went to throw out some trash, he heard the crys of a baby coming from inside the dumpster. The worker grabbed the baby and went inside the restaurant and called the police.

Jake was placed into a foster home and by the time he was 10 years old, he had been shipped around from home to home, never even know if his real name was Jake. The paper work showed his name as J. Smith. One of the foster women started calling him Jake. By the time he was 14, he was living on the streets as a runaway. The rest is history.

On the morning after the rape, Jake would not leave his cell, he would not go to eat and by the 4th day the guards got worried and went to check on him. As the guards neared his cell on the third tier, they were about twenty feet from it, but already could smell the stench. Looking into the cell, Jake was standing in the middle of the cell, naked. He was covered from head to toe with his own crap. "Come out of your cell, right now," said the guard. Jake just stood there and smiled. Jake said, "come on in and get me". It was a stand off. The guard called for a extraction team to come up and assist in Jake's removal.

As the extraction team approached, they too said, "what the hell is that smell"?
The guard who requested them said that the inmate had spread crap all over him for an unknown reason. The guard said that they needed to take him to the showers. It was quite a battle getting him out of the cell and to the shower room. Once there they held Jake down and with a brush scubbed him down. He was then taken to the infirmary where he explained to the doctor what had happened to him. The doctor told the guards to place him into protective custody until a decision could be made to where he could be placed.

Jake was placed into protective custody, however one of the guards mistakenly opened Jake's cell and another inmate seized upon the opportunity, and ran inside the cell and was about to rape Jake again, but one of the guards heard the disturbance and was able to save Jake. Jake was so tramitized by this, that he again decided to spread his crap all over himself...

Stories Behind Prison Walls

2007-12-17T09:08:00.000-08:00

The Mexican Mafia: The Story
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to the "Original Thirteen" members of the Prison Gang Task Force in California and to all other Law Enforcement agencies past, current and future Gang Enforcement personnel who continue to strive in the eradication of the gangs both within and outside of jails and prisons.