RIGHT OUTSIDE the Chow Hall smack in the middle of the long East to West two story medium security prison was was the mail room and outside an ancient post office like bank of mail slots with combination locks where you checked your mail after five in the afternoon. Right next to it was R&D, Receiving and delivery anything coming in or out of the institution, and every weekday morning there would be a handful of Mexican looking immigrants sitting on the floor after breakfast and nearly all had the downcast look like they were heading to purgatory, not freedom... I think we were talking about exactly that when Don Joe says's
THE FIRST TIME I seen Don Carlos Marcello was in the Commissary line about six o'clock at night in the middle of the institution before you enter the Education Building and or on through out to the yard. Controlled Movement you got ten minutes to get where your going or get locked Out of Bounds.
I ASKED DON CARLOS MARCELLO about it and showed him the book. I told him I had it and he asked me to bring it to him and when I handed it to him I pointed to the part about the wall sand after he read the couple sentences he closed the book and sat back with that big shit-eating grin on his face and just smiled. That's all he needed to see too.... I still hoped he may blurt out something so I asked him after a few minutes what he thought about the Title of the book. He looked at me a little longer than usual and I could tell he was sizing me up for a federal agent and just slowly shook his head and made a face like he tasted a bad Muffalatta and that was the end of that....
CARLOS MARCELLO WAS a funny bastard. Ask anyone who really knew him, like many New Orleans old Ginny's they love to be laughing, cooking and ham it up nearly all the time... That's why I was brought to his table and was welcome back anytime there was a open spot. Sometimes he would ask people to leave to make way for me. The New Orleans connection will only get you so far, I had to produce and I also knew if I spent enough time with him one day I could turn to him and say,
SEVERAL WEEKS before on a Sunday the place was packed but Don Carlos always just came inside the door and sat down and one of his minions stood in line and brought his food to him. Might have been an Easter Sunday, I seen it like the wedding scene in The Godfather. Don Joseph Fama, straight out of Central casting with a big belly with a cigar stub in the corner of his mouth, perfectly pressed government dark green Dickie's but real well worn appears at my side, bends down like he's kissing me on the cheek, and says's in my ear after making lots of eye contact with Carlos and nodding to him like they were old acquaintances, says in my ear,
"Yo, 'Little Big Man,'"
I always hollered when I entered his Unit in the middle of the afternoon when most people were at work or on the yard. Unless he wasn't feeling well and I got waived off by a group of guys who were with him where ever he went. When we were seated in the chow hall they would surround us sitting at other tables in case somebody tried to run up on him, maybe trying to get
HIS CHIEF CAPTAIN was a thirties Alabama backwoods talking smooth criminal who acted as Carlos' personal assistant. I asked Carlos one day by gesturing to him, "Carlos, 'Who is that?"
He just shook his head like it wasn't interesting enough to talk about or it wasn't any of my business. I am just telling you how it was....
CARLOS REALLY WANTED to know how I defrauded seventy-five banks out of two and a half million dollars with a gleam in his eyes. He relished talking about criminal endeavours like some people like to talk Baseball. I can't tell you the number of people who approached me to introduce them to 'The Don." He loved the attention and I would have told him nursery rhymes if that is what he wanted to hear, but mostly about all the laws I broke...
THE BEST WAY to do time is too sleep through it and Carlos had this down to a science. I always came to get him to get him to go out to the yard, sometimes in a wheelchair, it was all the way on the other end of the institution equal to walking several blocks, each way.. When he first got back from Springfield we seen alot of him then he stayed knocked out on whatever it is they were giving him. I usually seen him in the Chow Hall once a day.
I KNEW BETTER than to ask him about his case, that is something you just don't do in prison, but I did it anyway. Everybody knew his co defendant Buddy Roemer was next door at FCI Texarkana Camp and his case as the bag man for Louisiana Governor Edwin Edwards was all over the news. I was surprised how confident he was that he would be going home, "Any day..." ever time I asked him. Huh?
DON CARLOS MARCELLO had already been in the custody of the Bureau of Prisons for three or four years and sure enough, just like he told me, the Indictment was defective. In 1981, Don Carlos Marcello, Aubrey W. Young (a former aide to Governor John J. McKeithen), Charles E. Roemer, II (former commissioner of administration to Governor Edwin Washington Edwards), and two other men were indicted in U.S. District Court in New Orleans with conspiracy, racketeering, and mail and wire fraud in a scheme to bribe state officials to give the five men multi-million dollar insurance contracts. The charges were the result of a Federal Bureau of Investigation probe known as BriLab. U.S. District Judge Morey Sear allowed the admission of secretly-recorded conversations that he said demonstrated corruption at the highest levels of state government. Marcello and Roemer were convicted, but Young and the two others were acquitted. I swiped them two paragraphs from wixipedia: You can't teach and old dog new tricks but you can give him a new bone...
DOING TIME in federal prison is the difference between The Hamilton Inn and Motel 6 compared to state prison time. Just being whisked from end of the country to the other alone was eye opening. Call me stupid but when I went to prison at Twenty-nine I did not know what a Colombian looked like. Had never known anyone from Honduras or Guatemalan or been around any Cubans. I walked into a four or five stall men's bathroom in prison and I am against the opposite wall standing up pissing and I see this Cuban squatting down on the toilet seat. I thought he was hiding or laying in wait for someone. I found out later that that is the way some of them go to the bathroom. Shiny white sparkling clean commode was completely foreign to him...
FROM THE FOOD to the clothing, housing and even all the staff addressed you as "Mr. Given," as opposed to the state "Given." Every place I was had soup and salad bars with fountain Coke, Barq's, Fanta and all the whole Milk you can drink, and yes even chocolate milk....all you want.... Fruit Loop dispenser blew my fucking mind! Smoked Oyster's and fresh Garlic and Summer Sausage. The Fed's figured out that by treating people decently they have a lot less push back. When the Black's rioted in the 80's and 90's see, The Crack Riot Chronicles," about it below I wrote about, they were the only one's complaining....
IT TOOK SEVERAL weeks for The Three Dons to all come together in the Chow Hall at FCI Texarkana after my benediction by Don Joseph Fama be bending down and whispering in my ear. From some directions it looked like he was kissing my ring! Every joint I been in the entire "Brass," "stands down," right when you walk in the stand back to the wall facing everyone eating. There "Open Door Policy," where you can wake up and talk to any department head or even the warden himself. Him and all his Captains on down but you don;t want to be seen talking to them unless you are getting out real soon. It took me twelve year to do a ten year sentence and by the end at FCI Marianna, Florida in 1998, I was eating in my cell because I could afford too and out of sight out of mind. See "Cop on the Compound", below.
DEPENDING ON HOW CLEAN your Unit is determined by a Weekly Inspection. The dirtiest Unit ate last. Because Carlos and defrocked Texas Supreme Court Justice Don Scarborough were in A Unites. Me and Don Fama was in C and E Unit overlooking the rec yard. He worked in UNICOR making office furniture you see in government offices and I seen him everyday.
EVERY JOINT I been in I contact all the Department Heads via Inmate Request Form and respectfully inform them that the best administrative assistant with a college degree is available before I get assigned the night shift scrubbing pots and pans and kitchen floors. AT FCI Texarkana just like nearly every place I been I had the best job on the compound. See Parchman's Farm, I went to work four nights a week from seven pm to nine-thirty cleaning the Commissary....One hundred and twenty-five dollars a month and a store discount.
WHEN I WAS AT FCI TEXARKANA from January 1987 to April 1990 I obtained a college degree from Texarkana College which still has vocational technical and college satellite school in the prison. FCI Texarkana FCI Satelite Camp where Nagin's going no such opportunity is available. I earned an Associate of Applied Science, 1300 hours AUTOCADD, 900 hours LANCADD, Practices and Principles of Real Estate nine month course two nights a week. Nine month HVAC and nine month Auto AC. Texarkana College still has on site college and vocational courses available.
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U.S. Statutes at Large: 90 Stat. 2541