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  Criminal Defense

  Alice J. Harris-Wood

  Austin Macauley Publishers

  Criminal Defense

  About the Author

  About the Book

  Dedication

  Copyright © Alice J. Harris-Wood (2019)

  Introduction

  The Beginning Generation of Criminals

  About the Author

  Alice J. Harris-Wood is the founder of The Fisher House, a group home for seniors. She wanted a place they could call home which provided all services at an affordable price. As a high school teacher, local civic leader, and church music director, she excelled. She is well known in her town and surrounding areas for many years of dedicated service. Her dedication and success came from having a strong family foundation.

  About the Book

  Children cannot choose their parents, but they can choose how they want to live. Lola, after finding herself in a bad place, decided she would take control of her life. She was ready to fight. At the same time, she discovered the love of a man she had wished for. He walked right into her life. Lola was saved by her family, love, and God.

  Dedication

  In loving memory of my uncle, Harvey Harris, who was a very kind and loving man, a man who knew the past and was not afraid to share the family history.

  Copyright © Alice J. Harris-Wood (2019)

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  Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data

  Harris-Wood, Alice J.

  Criminal Defense

  ISBN 9781643781525 (Paperback)

  ISBN 9781643781532 (Hardback)

  ISBN 9781645367086 (ePub e-book)

  The main category of the book — FICTION / Crime

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2019911577

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  First Published (2019)

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  Introduction

  Criminals are among us all but Lola was a criminal by way of genetic defect. She was born to be a criminal and only her family history would set her free from going to jail for a long time or maybe for life.

  Lola was desperate and she needed to reveal the crimes of her forefathers in order to avoid going to jail. This is a story about love, revenge, murder, racketeering, prostitution, and many other crimes that were committed by the Harrison family dating back to the early 1900s.

  Each generation was of career criminals who loved that lifestyle. Lola never tried to be anything but a criminal until she found herself sitting in a dark, smelly jail cell. The past had caught up with her. She was the first of the entire family of criminals to land in a jail holding cell.

  The Harrison family, throughout the years, had to overcome many challenges in order to survive. Each generation changed the way they made money, handled criminal activities, and passed the wealth down to the next generation. Along with wealth, they passed the criminal genes. Each generation loved that life.

  As the family history was passed down to the next generations and as the family members fell in love and got married, the color of the family changed. This family never showed any signs of being prejudiced and in fact did not even think about color. It was only a problem when outsiders became aware that this was an interracial family made up of black and white family members.

  The Harrison family endured many ups and downs but always landed on their feet. At the end, the family came to Lola’s defense, starting with the forefathers. This story is all about a family of criminals and how they came together to save Lola.

  Alice J. Harris Wood is the youngest of thirteen children whose parents were from Littleton, N.C. Her father, mother, uncles, and aunts did whatever it took to survive. If it meant being a criminal, that is how they lived. Many of the fictional characters and events came from actual family criminal behaviors. The Harrison family members were true survivors. None of them ever went to jail, not even Lola.

  The Beginning Generation of Criminals

  ‘This is a dark place, the voices are loud, and it is cold and dirty. How did I allow myself to become part of this? Does anyone care? I hope no one touches me. If they do, I will scream, but will anyone hear? Deep down inside of me, I know my life has been wrong, but am I responsible or was it in my genes?’ Lola’s conversation with herself caused tears to flow down her pretty, cream-colored, small, smooth face. Her hair was without any shape but it was still pretty, even though it needed a good shampooing.

  Lola sat quietly in the corner on the floor, hoping that the love of her life would come and rescue her. She waited and waited and no one came. ‘Does anyone care?’ she said to herself. She could hear different names being called, but not hers. Lola knew that in order to survive, she had to save herself. At that moment, she relaxed and accepted the fact that this was the holding cell for jail. Her next move would be leaving to go up to the big house (jail).

  ‘I must understand my past in order to defend my future,’ thought Lola. ‘Who can I turn to, who knows the past? How did I become a gangster, a madam¸ and a drug kingpin all in one body and end up in jail maybe for life? Oh, I know the past because of what my grandparents left behind.’

  Lola looked up from her small space in the cell and there was a tall, good-looking young man who looked like he just stepped out of a magazine. His body was that of an athlete and she could smell his cologne that was lightly covering his body. His light golden skin and bedroom eyes made him a very handsome man. As he was kneeling down towards her, Lola thought, ‘Is he the one?’

  ‘He is a black man, but I believe he is the right man for me,’ thought Lola.

  “Are you Miss Lola?” asked the man softly.

  “Yes,” replied Lola, “and are you my prince who has come to rescue me?”

  “Rescue, I don’t know but defend you, yes. You are accused of racketeering, drugs selling, prostitution, and illegal liquor sales etc.”

  With his head low, Ted spoke in a very low voice so that others could not hear him. “This is my first case with such heavy charges. I am a specialist in traffic violations and was forced to handle this case for my boss. My boss is a good friend of your Uncle Nick and he was asked to get you out of this mess at any cost.”

  “Then congratulations, you are a winner on your first criminal case. I got it all figured out. Just listen to my story and follow my lead. I come from good stock. Redd’s children did not produce any dummies. You go and come back with a tape recorder and I will tell my story and the court will be understanding.”

  “I have a tape recorder with me,” said Ted. “Start from the beginning.”

  “Redd was my grandfather. He was an Irishman from Harrisonville, N.C.”

  Sitting in this dark corner, not wanting anyone to touch her, and smelling bad odors brought back memories of her family’s past which created a hot fire in her chest th
at only the truth could put out. The bootlegging, speakeasies, the ladies of the night, and the reputation of not giving a damn was all turning around in her head.

  She took a deep breath and decided if she could explain her ancestry to this man and the court, then an angel from heaven would descend upon her and raise her up from this hellhole and lead her on to live a righteous life. This was all that she had that she could hold on to.

  "I believe it all started around early 1900s when my grandfather was a teenager. They called him Redd because he had red skin with dark, curly black hair. He was Irish. My father would say, ‘My father was the godfather of the South and he was a genius and I loved him. He was my role model. When I grow up, I want to be just like him.’

  "My father got his wish because he was a chip off the old block. He was the godfather of the South, South Harrisonville County.

  "‘Do not drop any of that corn or the husk because we need it all. I have two types of moonshine to make, one for the blacks and one for the whites. This farm is a moneymaker, not a money-loser. I pay good wages for a good day’s work. If you cannot work, you will be replaced now and not tomorrow. Therefore, keep pushing and keep working,’ said Redd as he looked over his workers.

  "‘Redd, the moonshine orders are coming in faster than we can make the liquor,’ said his foreman.

  "‘Keep the orders coming, we can build more stills. Call Harry and tell him to get over here, now. He needs to set up three more stills.’

  "According to my father, Redd was a fair man who migrated here from the old country and believed in a day’s work for a day’s pay. If you could not do the work, then you were out of here. Deep in the swamp, the stills were laid out and organized like tombstones in a graveyard. One side produced the mild stuff that was made from corn and the other side produced the hellfire that was said to put hair on your chest; it was made from the cornhusk.

  "Redd said to his operator, ‘I do not care if the blacks buy the hellfire; if they got the money, then we got the time to sell. Money is money. I don’t give a damn where it comes from. White power, black power, but green power is the only power that counts to me.’

  “As the sun went down, many of the white men from the area would visit ‘Redd’s Do Drop Inn’ and chill out from a long hard day’s work. ‘Welcome, have a good time but do not start anything or there will be two hits. I will hit you and you will hit the floor,’ said Redd. Redd was a big man, about 6’10” and smart. He practiced what he preached.

  "Do Drop Inn was a place for men only, but one day Redd was informed that Jumbo, a competitor, started having a white woman in his place serving men their drinks. This did not sit well with Redd, so he decided to have a black woman serving drinks and cooking food. This brought his regulars back but the competitor did not stop trying to steal Redd’s customers. Therefore, Redd decided to put an end to all of this nonsense.

  "Redd said to his operator, ‘Get me my shotgun, my black horse, and five guys. This bastard is dead meat tonight. I am sick of this shit. I have given him many opportunities to leave my business alone and now it is time to take action. I will buy him out or put him out.’

  "It was raining hard but Redd did not care. He was on a mission to put this sucker out of business tonight. The six of them rode for over an hour to Jumbo’s spot. Redd went in with his back-up behind him and his shotgun ready to fire. He walked right over to Jumbo and said in a soft voice, ‘Jumbo, you have two options. You can leave and give your place to me or go six feet under. Which one you choose makes no difference to me. This place belongs to me tonight.’

  "Jumbo knew of Redd’s reputation and looked him dead in the eye, then lowered his head, and without looking up walked out. Redd yelled out, ‘Let the good times roll! Fiddler, play some music, and you women push the tables back and grab a man, and let’s dance. The moonshine is on me tonight.’

  "Redd, on his way home with his men, was ambushed by Jumbo and his gang. Redd’s horse was shot from under him and he was able to hide in the woods. The other men were all slaughtered. Redd waited until the hunt for him was over and headed home. As the sun was coming up, he stumbled into the kitchen and passed out on the floor.

  "When he woke up, he said, ‘With God as my witness, my family and I will never be defeated again by any man. We might be down but we will never be out.’ He said to Rita, who was his wife, ‘I want a breakfast fit for a king. For as of this day, I am the king. The Moonshine King, the only go-to guy. Without me, no things will move or happen.’ Rita quickly got his breakfast together and called their two sons to come and eat.

  "Nate and Nick, who were twins, came to the table as if it was time for a new lesson in life. They were right; it was a lesson on life that would be their family code that was to be adhered to at any cost.

  "‘Okay,’ said Redd, ‘this is the first day of us building an empire and to let our customers and clients know that we are open for business and we are the business.’

  "Redd took a deep breath and looked around, nodding his head, and after a few minutes, yelled, ‘I will not be undersold! I will do to others before they do to me! I will never be defeated. (I might be out but not down.) I will do whatever it takes to keep my family safe and to feed them. I will kill to keep the family name intact for future generations. I will never be scared to die.’

  "‘Boys, finish your meal, for we have some business to take care of today,’ said Redd.

  "‘What kind of business, Pop?’ asked Nick, looking concerned. (He was the older of the two boys by one minute.)

  "‘All I am going to tell you at this point is that you will not be disappointed.’

  "Redd, Nick, and Nate saddled up their horses and off they went, heading towards Jumbo’s bar. Redd had in his saddle bags everything he needed to accomplish his mission. The boys still did not know the mission but it was understood that someone was not going to be happy in a few hours.

  "The bar was closed because it did not open until late afternoon. Redd knew this and it was part of his plan. He did not want anyone but Jumbo to get hurt. He just wanted to eliminate Jumbo as a competitor and make him pay for the killing of his six men. His plan was a two-part plan. First burn down the bar and then find Jumbo and kill him for killing his men.

  "When they got to the bar, Redd handed Nick and Nate several bottles of kerosene with a flaming rag hanging from the top. ‘Throw the bottles, boys. Throw it now!’ Redd yelled. They threw the bottles and the wood building went up in flames.

  Jumbo was inside and came running out, shouting, ‘I will kill you, Irish trash.’

  "This really set Redd off. ‘I will make sure that you will not have to see this trash ever again. You poor white scumbag,’ said Redd (with a look on his face that would have scared God). He rode right up to Jumbo and put his shotgun up against his head and pulled the trigger. Redd said in a voice that sounded like a priest, ‘One more sinner going straight to hell.’

  "Before the dust had settled over this situation, Redd took the bodies of his six men to the sheriff’s office and told what had happened earlier.

  "‘I will take care of everything; you know you are my best friend. I will always have your back. You have taken care of this town and all that comes in contact with you. We, here in Harrisonville, respected your father and that is why this town is named after your family. You are our largest employer. I am your partner and so is this town,’ said the sheriff.

  "Redd’s mind was always turning, trying to come up with new ways to make money and keep control in his hands. That day he was back, talking and encouraging his workers to work harder and longer or someone else could replace them. ‘Work harder, work longer, or you will be replaced!’ Redd yelled.

  "Rita called the family together for dinner. Redd had dreamed about his plans for building an empire of business enterprises, some legal and some illegal. The legal ones he would use to shelter the illegal businesses. At dinner, he laid out his entire plan for expansion.

  "As Redd started speaking, Nick and N
ate glanced back and forth toward each other. They knew that his plans were well thought-out and that they were to play a major part.

  "‘Okay, boys,’ said Redd, ‘this is the plan. I will lay the whole organization out along with the system. My first cousin who lives in upstate PA has suddenly died. He was an only child and his parents died about ten years ago. He had bird seeds for a brain. He owned about one hundred and seventy-five acres of farm, forest, and swampland. Can you believe all that to an idiot who was just a waste of meat?’

  "Nick asked, ‘How did he die? Why didn’t we know about this cousin?’

  "‘Well boys, the reason you did not know about him was that he was not worth talking about. The farm was being run by a friend who was stealing everything from him. So I stopped that. I visited my cousin last summer for a few days and had him do two things. I knew what needed to be done, so I did it. He made a will leaving everything to his beloved first cousin who grew up with him like a brother. You know that was a lie. Next, I became his power of attorney.’

  "‘Well, Pop,’ the boys said at the same time, ‘does this story have an interesting ending?’

  ‘"Yes, because I caused it to have a great ending. Later I found out that he had a $100,000.00 paid up whole life insurance policy which was purchased by his parents when he was a baby. I made myself the sole beneficiary. It was a pity that his breaks on his truck failed and he ran into a tree and was thrown out of the truck and the truck ran over him and he was killed instantly,’ said Redd.

  "‘Oh my,’ said Nick.

  "‘Unbelievable,’ said Nate.

  "Little did they know that Redd had his cousin killed.

  "‘The police called and told me that he died. My cousin is in heaven. He was a dun but he never hurt anyone,’ said Redd as he closed his eyes and said a short prayer.

  "Redd spoke like a priest, ‘This man is going straight to heaven and that is a fact.’