Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Shocking Interview
http://www.dondivamag.com/dig_issue45.htmlhttp://conversationsmag.blogspot.com/2011/07/death-of-loyalty-jersey-auletta-story.htmlTuesday, January 25, 2011
Young And Thugin… (Chapter 1)
Back in the late 90s, like around 98, Newark, New Jersey was the str-8 slums within the slums, nigga’s was Thugin cuz everybody wanted to live that Tupac life or that Biggie small’s life, mad young nigga’s looked at them dudes as Gangsta’s, so the streets of Newark was popping. I was brought up in the projects (New Community) 240 Hunderton St. That is where they breed str-8 Gangsta's like that. At this time my family and my hood was calling me “Bad Ass John-John”, I was 12 years old already in special ed for B.D, Behavior Disorder, my pop’s was shooting that “Boy” in his veins, Mom Dukes was working two jobs just to get her club on, so moms was never home, she stay kicking that “lil john john its always people that living worst than us, so be Blessed with the things I can only afford get you”. But my moms stayed fresh but she send me to school in some L.A Gear’s and some ugly ass clothes nigga’s never heard of. Everyday I used to be the class joke, my two older sister’s “Kia and Desi” was ok kuz they boyfriends tried to look out. But any chance I got I was in the streets with my older cousin “Kre”, he was 3 years older than me, this was my moms brother's first son. Kre and I stayed wilding out on some dumb shit, stealing cars, busting people windows, playing nigga knock, shooting with the bean shooter’s, homemade sling shots. I took my anger out on the streets cuz at school I was a joke cuz of my clothes. But the whole hood knew us “Kre and John John” was Bad Asses to the heart. But as we ran the streets, I always paid close attention to the dope boys clocking on the corner of Hunderton and 18th Ave. or at the Green Store. Don’t get it twisted; my cousin Kre was official with his hands, black ass skinny Nigga. And my lil nigga “Wine” was my age, but light skin and on the big side. But Kre, Wine and I was always fucking shit up, Wine was never scary but was just laid back.
Like one day in summer of 98 Kre, Wine and I went downtown to pill a car. I was telling Wine and Kre some deep shit. “Yo Wine, I’m sick of wilding out just to be wilding out,” I told them. “Nigga’s already know who we be.” “Yo John John, fallback with all that fake tuff shit” Kre said. “Son, I’m dead ass big cuzo, we can start getting money” I said “Then tell us how John John since you so hard.” Kre said. “Yo Wine, don’t ya mom’s boyfriend push crack?” I said. “Yeah and I know where he stash it but old head crazy as fuck.” Wine stated. “Fuck son, cuz we crazy as fuck to, ya’ll chill right now cuz I see a Honda across the street,” Kre said. “Yo Wine, stay right here and watch out for “5.0”, come on John John.” Kre said while pulling the dent puller out his backpack. We cross Green Street it took Kre only 5 minutes to get in the Honda and get it started. I jumped in the passenger seat, Wine ran across the street and hopped in the back, Kre pulled off going toward Avon Ave. I pulled out my Ice Cube tape and put it in, and str-8 turned it up. “Yo, any of ya got 5 dollars for a sack of weed?” Kre said. I look at Wine and both of us said no. The whole ride I was looking out the window seeing all the dope boy looking fresh as fuck. I put it in my mind that one day I’m gone get this money and never turn back. Right as we turn on South Orange Ave. I see one nigga running from the cops. “Yo Kre, look at son running his ass off. Who is that anyway?” Kre stated while pulling to the side where the chase going down. “Yo son, oh shit. Old boy just threw his bomb behind the gate. Yo Wine, you see that son?” I said. “Yeah I seen that.” Wine said. “Yo Wine, jump out and run over there and get that and come jump back in and we out.” I said. Kre pulled up to the gate in front of Pathmark. Wine jumped out, ran over to the gate looking on the ground. I sat looking around making sure no more police was around. I yelled out for Wine to hurry up, as soon as Wine jumped back in the car, I saw the police car pull up right behind us. “Yo pull off Kre, like now son.” But Kre ain’t pulling off. “Yo what the fuck you doing son?” I said. “Yo chill I got this.” Kre stated. Right when I was about to jump out, the officer got out his car and drew his gun. I put my shirt over my face to hide it, Wine threw the whole bomb of crack viles in my lap from the back seat. Right when the officer was by the back door, Kre pulled fast as fuck, that shit had me mad souped up, we made a left on Avon Ave., doing about 60. Wine in the back like “Slow up so we can we jump out.” That’s the first time I went with Wine choice but Kre was not hearing it. We was about to run a red light, when a taxi hit us hard from the backside. The airbag smacked me hard in the face and knocked me out. When I shook it off, it was to late. Two police officer’s had they guns on me while pulling me out. They put me on my face hard and then placed the cuffs on me. They picked me up and asked me where is the driver and who was he. I was still dazed from the car accident, and I saw that Kre and Wine were gone. Kre must have taken the crack cuz they ain’t say shit about it. The police was still yelling at me about who was the driver. I always heard Tupac say “snitching is a no-no” so I kept my mouth closed. They charged me with theft by motor vehicle, and assault with a vehicle cuz the taxi driver was cut up bad. They took me to Juvy House on Green St., they called my house but my moms was gone. So all my sisters said was ‘I’ll her about it’, they ain’t even let me holla at my sister. They booked me in and put me in a small ass cell with a cellmate. As soon as I was placed in the cell, my cellmate jumped up. “What it is fool” son said. “Shit, wud up son?” I said while placing my mat on the floor. “What’s ya name homie? They call me Cali.” He said. “Yo my name is John-John.” I said. I always heard about Juvy House, they always go hard or go home. Right now home was not the choice. “What they got you for fool?” Cali said. “Yo, why you keep calling me fool son?” I said. “The same reason you keep calling me son, I’m from the west coast, that’s how we talk.” Cali stated. “Yo ya’ll be tripping on that gang banging shit. Yo what’s up with that?” I asked him. “Fool you act like you got a problem with a nigga banging; I’m from Compton, Westside Piru, fool.” Cali said. “I ain’t got no problems but what the fuck is Westside Piru?” I asked him. “I rep Blood homie, and Ck Ride, he said. I was looking lost so Cali gave me the whole history on Crip and Blood. The movement sounded official cuz he kept stressing loyalty. I told Cali that’s some real shit, I told him what they got me for and he said I’m s real loyal nigga for not snitching. I learn that Cali was 15 years old and he was locked up for shooting his moms boyfriend cuz he was beating on his moms. Cali was a light skin kid, kind of big for his size. He said his grandma raised him but his mom stayed in Newark, New Jersey, prince of projects. While we were talking, I ask Cali about loyalty and he broke it down to me and I ask him was Tupac Blood and he said no. he just run with Blood’s cuz “Suge Knight” Blood, Suge Knight “662 Mobb Piru,”” Cali said. After Cali found out I was loyal for not telling on Kre and Wine, Cali became my best friend, Cali been at Juvy House for two months. He gave me some snake’s he had saved up. So in my head I was like I’m gone stay loyal all my life since it get you respect, so I thought loyalty might get me money too. That day in that cell with Cali, I said, “My code of life is that no matter what, “loyalty is everything”.” Later that day they let us out for free time, from 7:30 to 9:00pm. It was like 18 kids to each hall, but only our hall was out. In the day room, they got the “Super Nintendo”, and the phone to call out. In the day room, I had seen a lil nigga name lil Doo-Doo from Morris Ave., a block down from my hood. Lil Doo-Doo walked up on me saying, “John-John, what’s up son?” I think lil Doo-Doo like 14 years old, them nigga’s from they block really never fuck with our block. “What’s up Doo-Doo?” I said. I was waiting to play the game next while lil Doo-Doo was running his mouth. Right when I grab the controller of the game, some black ass nigga snatched it out my hands and said, “You ain’t been here long enough to call down for the game.” I look around to see if nigga has seen me get punked out. I made eye contact with Cali, he was playing cards, but he seen everything. Soon as I was about to check this black ass kid, he went right in my shit. He had no fighting skills, he was just throwing hit after hit, but at the same time landing all hits in my face. All I could do was grab, so I ducked one last hit and grab his leg and picked him up to slam him. I fell forward, the back of his head hit the TV stand, and he was daze. I got up to stomp his ass but the J.C.O’s grabbed me and threw me in my cell 10 min. later, they lock the hall down. As soon as Cali came in, he gave me some dap. John-John, you ain’t got no fighting game, but I see you a rida fool, I see it in you.” That day I saw what happens when you hesitate, so I put it in my mind to always pop off first, later in life, I’m gone see that hesitation is the cousin of death. The rest of the night Cali taught me how to hold up my hands when I fight, taught me were to hit for a knock out, and he told me more deep shit about banging. Then we fell asleep, the J.C.O’s woke us up for breakfast around 7:30 am, our hall fell out for the dining room, it’s really the gym part of the Juvy House. The whole time that black ass nigga I got into a fight with kept ice grilling me. Once I got my breakfast tray, the black kid was already sitting down but I had to walk by him on the way to my seat. As soon as I got by him I dumped my food on the floor and hit him with the tray so hard I saw blood on his face A.S.A.P, he fell back and I just kept on hitting him until the J.C.O slammed me on my shit. They threw me in my cell again and told me I see you gone be a problem. I stayed locked in my cell for 72 hours but the whole time nigga’s was stepping to my cell showing respect and sliding snacks under the door. One night when Cali came in from the free time, he told me he had talked to his homies in his Blood set and he told them about me. So I’m like what they say, with so many nigga’s showing me respect, I was starting to get the Big Head (no homo). Cali looked at me and said, “John-John you want to get down with Blood cuz my homies feeling you.” I ain’t know to much about gang banging but it sounded official, but I told Cali just give me some time cuz I know how real that shit is, and people say gang banger’s are just for scary nigga’s looking for protection. When Cali talks about it, it sound official, so I gave some thought about it. But I was always was down for my hood, repping my shit hard baby, (Hunterdon St. to the fullest). Later that day the J.C.O told me my mom’s was here to get me, they drop my charges and for me to pack it up. I left Cali home number and address and told him as soon as you touchdown, get at me A.S.A.P. Gave Cali some dap and I was out that shit. Book release coming Soon!!! (to be continued)
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
John Jersey Auletta - Shocking Interview
From: DT (Journalist)
Date: September 10, 2011
Time: 8:40 AM
Q. Ms Hollist how long you been dealing with the law?
A. I been working in the field for about 20 years, 10 in the street and 10 in Homicide.
Q. Are you now in Retirement?
A. Yes, I have been out for like 4 years.
Q. So to the point, when is the first time you ran across John Jersey Auletta?
A. (pause) It was in 2001 around August when he got shot and his home boy got killed in the car. I was investigating the murder of his friend, and I went to the hospital to talk to Jersey about the murder, but the only thing I could get out of Jersey was ‘I’ma handle it, they shed Blood so I’ma shed much Blood’ is what Jersey told me. I tried many times to get Jersey to speak but it was no win with him.
Q. Did you ever get the person that killed Jersey’s friend?
A. No, we did not because nobody wanted to speak with us, all we knew was it was suppose to be a robbery and some Black Males shot the car up with Jersey and his friend in it but Jersey survived. I did my best on this case, but the Gang Task Force wanted the case because they knew Jersey was a Blood Gang Member. During the investigation, I followed and watched Jersey when he got out the hospital, and he just did a lot of drug trafficking on Prospect Ave in the Belmont section of the Bronx. Me, being a Homicide detective, I looked pass the drug dealings, but the one night I had a meeting with my partner was the night two Bloods got murdered in “Fordham Heights” off Morris Ave. One witness said they seen a dark black or dark red Acura drive off from the scene and at that time Jersey drove a Maroon 1995 Acura with chrome rims, so that’s when I got a warrant and arrested Jersey on Garden Street off Prospect Ave.
Q. So what happened next?
A. We took Jersey to 48th Precinct on 480 E 183rd Street, I questioned Jersey and questioned him, and he gave me the same story. We did not have any hard evidence but one witness who saw his car. We only found about $4500 and some packs of dope on Jersey. We thought Jersey was gone fold with him being so young, but I can truly say I never met a young person like Jersey, I wanted to pin the dope charge on him, but I needed him to slip up so I let him go.
Q. So did he ever slip up at all?
A. I almost had a case on Jersey but the Feds told me and my partner to back off him, and a week later I hear Jersey got locked up for a Federal Gang charge and possession of an Illegal firearm.
Q. Do you know how much time he got in the feds?
A. I am not sure but it was between 38 months and 62 months, he was so young. I was still head investigator in the case so I went to see Jersey at USP “Lewisburg” (Federal camp) in 2002 thinking he was under pressure, but that Jersey still stuck to his story and I will never forget this, Jersey told me to let the past be the past and smiled at me and walked out. I made a 10 hour drive for nothing. I closed the case, but two years later, I was investigating another murder with the eighteen Trey Blood’s in Twin Park section of Bronx in 2004. We had an eyewitness to the murder saying it was a drug deal gone bad, it was a robbery at first for the three keys of heroin but to my surprise Jersey’s name comes up. I knew Jersey had been released that year but the witness seemed like he was not too good with saying to much about Jersey. Therefore, I hit the streets hard looking for Jersey in the Belmont section of the Bronx. Days later, I located Jersey in an all red 2003 Dodge truck. In my head, I am thinking he’s doing mighty good to be just coming home, so the murder at the drug deal pop is in my head. I really had no evidence to arrest Jersey. So, I followed him for a few days. But, what got me by surprise was I was having lunch with my partner in Harlem at (White Castles) when Jersey walks to my table and say ‘whats poppin snow bunny’ and sits down. I was so ready to arrest his ass but I had to be smart, he told me to stop spying on him and paid for my lunch and left, that was the last time I saw Jersey. I heard he went down South and got locked up.
Q. So that’s the last you heard of Jersey?
A. Oh no, I retired in 2007 but my best friend is still a detective at 52nd Precinct in the Bronx. In the summer of 2008 me and me best friend was having ladies night out when she started talking about her case at the job and was investigating a homicide in Gun Hill section and said two witnesses were saying they just know ‘Jersey’ killed their brother’. All I could do was put my head down. I told my friend the type of person she was dealing with, and she did a full investigation on Jersey. In addition, she found out Jersey got out of prison down South in April 2008 and came back to New York for a short time and went back down South and got locked up in Atlanta for a Federal Gang charge, multiple murders, and many gun charges, he had like 35 felonies.
Q. So did your friend ever charge Jersey with the murders?
A. No, she closed the case from the lack of evidence because some how both of the witnesses got killed, and after hearing how much time Atlanta gave Jersey I guess it’s a closed chapter.
Q. They say Jersey was the hitman for the Bloods in the South, can you believe that or what’s your take?
A. I never had evidence to put Jersey away for murder so I’m not gone call him a murderer but I can say he is very street smart and you just got to watch him.
Q. On the front cover of Don Diva magazine with Jersey’s face on it, it say’s ‘look into a mind of a killer’, so people know about him but he is using his life as a message to the Youth. Can you believe that?
A. Yes, I can because he has been through it and the Youth want to hear whats real but it also can influence the Youth. You know what I mean!
Q. He is doing one of the two because he sold out the Don Diva Magazine in two months, his book and movie about to drop. Are you going to buy his book and see his movie based on his life?
A. Yes, I am because I want to know what goes through his mind, also. I have known him since he was sixteen and now I see him on the front of a magazine in the Bronx on the newsstands. It is hard to say this but I respect Jersey, I read the magazine a million times, I feel him in my heart. Just watch him close because he will fool you quick.
Q. Some people saying he is the youngest American Gangsta, what you think?
A. Yes, yes, yes, in my eyes he is the only American Gangsta that did not snitch, and Damn, they threw the book at him.
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