Well apparently, it isn’t just me and six others of my alleged co-conspirators the cops are after for promoting prostitution. It’s a regiment of their own as well!
Yesterday, 7 NYPD were arrested (including 2 detectives and 3 sergeants) charged with enterprise corruption and promoting prostitution. Dozens of others may fall in the coming weeks. Sometimes it’s difficult to suss out exactly what these cops really did to draw the ire of the authorities. But after reading a few articles (and even though the indictment is not yet available online), I’m getting the picture. And here’s where it gets interesting.
At first blush, it looked like this was simply a case of cops on the take. Certainly not the first time a peace officer took a payoff or got a blow job in exchange for looking the other way at a house of ill repute. In fact, the first guy I worked for in the adult mag business suffered that exact fate. He was drummed out of the Philadelphia PD with no pension and came back as a sex tabloid publisher. Joe never told me what he did to get thrown off the force but I didn’t have to ask. It was painfully obvious.
In yesterday’s deal, it’s clear that a ring of police (allegedly) provided protection and gave the houses a heads-up when honest cops were getting ready to strike their location. That’s an old story. I used to know more than one girl and/or owner who had cop customers tipping them off when the heat was on. But here’s where I had to shake my head. The leader of the entire enterprise is alleged to be (drum roll) a retired vice cop who married a hooker.
As far-fetched as that might sound to the average citizen, it doesn’t surprise me at all. Cops were constantly trying to date girls they arrested back when I sold ads to escorts. I heard the stories routinely. To think that a vice cop would hook up with a working girl and then start a business is about as surprising as Donald Trump telling a self-serving lie. Moving on…
In other news, the DAILY BEAST article “Million Dollar Madam Back Behind Bars” (with me in a supporting role) came and went virtually without notice. I was scared to death about what it might say. But essentially, the reporter got all the facts straight. And the quotes were only nominally inaccurate. That’s rare. Having been interviewed on several occasions for the papers (mostly as a cabby), I found they almost always got facts wrong. I’ll not post a link. Anybody who wants to read it can go digging.
I had a one hour session with my lawyer last week. $525 without the you-know-what. Oh joy! He told me I’m his smartest client. Really? Book smart, maybe. If I were that brilliant, I wouldn’t be stuck between a rock and a hard place without a paddle (new mixed metaphor). When asked if I should get more character references, he responded in the negative. So many people wrote in on my behalf (mostly fellow volunteers) that getting any more might look phony and water down the pool.
So you might ask “Do I still volunteer given the obvious?” And the answer is yes. All those letters were written a year and a half ago before the date I was supposed to be sentenced. I knew they were enough. But why stop volunteering? It’s not like I have a job or anything else to do. Plus, some of the less fortunate among us have come to appreciate me. On the pantry line, they’ll actually ask that I specifically take them through. And a couple of Spanish mamitas give me hugs and “God blesses.” So I don’t get paid monetarily. But there are spiritual rewards which can’t be measured in greenbacks.
Speaking of which…that’s enough for today. Time for the pantry line. I’m out.