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St. Nick's Outlaws

By Jim Colombo


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Copyright 2001 Jim Colombo


 Chapter 61



            A couple of weeks had passed and Foxie wanted to visit the kids and Ida Beaudine.  


The children were wards of the court until a proper foster family could be found.  Foxie


asked if there was something he could bring, and Ida told him that the kids needed clothes. 


He told Ida that he had collected $150 at the Prescient. The donation was part of his share


of bribes for the week.  She thanked him for the money and asked if he wanted to join her


and the kids when they went shopping.  Foxie declined.  Ida fascinated Foxie with her


figure and femininity.  She dressed in typical African loose-fitting gowns that teased Foxie’s


imagination and flowed as she gracefully walked.  Ida was more than a curiosity.  She was


intelligent and independent and he admired her qualities.   He was more interested with


her than the kids.  Foxie could talk his way out of anything, but Ida had a spell on him.    


Ida lived in Oakland and worked in San Francisco. She was involved in community


service with the pastor of her church who was concerned about the lack of sensitivity by


the Oakland police who didn’t understand the frustration of the residents of West Oakland. 


Black leaders like Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, and Medger Evers were organizing


blacks to vote and become part of the process.  Ida was a militant lady who wanted to


make a difference in West Oakland, the older part of the city with squalor, vacant lots,


abandoned cars, homes with plywood covering broken windows, stray dogs and cats, and


a mood of helplessness.  A disease common to blacks called sickle cell anemia was


becoming an epidemic.  The Black leaders in Oakland wanted better housing, education,


and an end to police brutality. 


Nationally, King and Evers were organizing blacks to register to vote.  Civil rights,


Black power, and power to the people were their battle cry, and the Oakland police were


preparing for a war in the streets.  The pastor of Ida’s church was very militant, and


believed that whites would have to be forced to relinquish power to blacks. He was ready


for what he called “The black man’s crusade to freedom.”  He had invited leaders form the


Southern Christian Leadership Conference to speak and help organize the blacks of




            A group of black men and women in Oakland believed it was time to take charge of


their destiny.  A black man studying to become a minister was the guest speaker and was


challenged that night by a couple, David Hillard and Elaine Brown.  How can a non-violent


movement over take a violent society?  Why couldn’t Black citizens vote in the south.   The


answer was obvious: there were more blacks than whites, and the white’s would have to


surrender power.  The speaker ended the debate by calling on the group to join him in


prayer.  Hillard asked, ”If God is so good, why has He let the Black man suffer so long? 


The Bible say the Lord helps those who helps themselves.  WE gonna help ourselves and  


WE gonna fight back!” Hillard called the guest speaker, “Just another Uncle Tom,” and left.


Ida was impressed with their challenge and the guest speaker was surprised to see such


militancy.  At the end of his speech the guest speaker thanked Pastor Franklin for his


hospitality.  He noticed Ida and approached her.  They spoke for a while then mingled with


others.  Ida’s lady friend Caroline was attracted to the speaker. Ida wasn’t.  Caroline


invited Jesse for supper the next night.  Caroline must have been a good listener because


he stayed for breakfast.       






            A week had passed and Foxie was at Blackie’s nursing a warm beer.  He wasn’t in


the mood for a blow of the good stuff.   Blackie asked Foxie if he should call a priest, then


Blackie suggested that it might be menopause.  “Hey Foxie, whenza last time ya got laid?”


“Buzz off.  Old ladies get menopause.  Christ, Blackie, you’ve been livin’ in this shit-


hole too long.”  Foxie was thinking about Ida and he was thinking about being with a new


partner after C.J.’s transferred.   Whoever his new partner was, he would have to set him


up and get him dirty, and find a way to put his new partner in a compromising position, and


as Foxie would say, ”I got his pecker in my pocket.”  Foxie had a collection of peckers in


his pocket.  It was how he stayed on top. 


Foxie had Shin Wu by the balls because he could always blow the whistle on the


lot growing Marijuana.  Foxie convinced Wu that the Commander knew about the lot


growing weed and was on the take with Foxie.  Foxie lied to Wu and the Commander. 


Wu thought that he had Foxie by the balls, but would discover it was his balls in the jar. 


Things were changing in Foxie’s life. His mother had passed away two months ago, his


family no longer had time for him, and there were times when he felt lonely.  The whores


no longer satisfied his needs and his wife avoided him because she suspected that he


frequented the whorehouses.  There was a void in his life.  He and C.J. were tight.  They


knew stuff and had done stuff few cops would dare to do. They were a team.  Soon Foxie


would be cruising the jungle with a stranger.  He was starting to feel vulnerable.  He


wouldn’t know if he could depend on his new partner until a situation happened, and then it


might be too late.  Like C.J. said, “It’s getting close to midnight and Cinderella’s carriage is


gonna’ return to a pumpkin.”  Foxie no longer felt bulletproof.  He was getting older and


having trouble with his vision. He refused to wear glasses.  If he and C.J. could make one


big score, but who could they squeeze?  Foxie finished his beer and began to walk out of


Blackie’s.  “Hey, Foxie, you okay?”


“Yeah.”  Foxie left Blackie’s and drove to St. Cecilia’s Church.  He parked by the


schoolyard behind the church parking lot and recalled the days of childhood fun and how


simple life was.  He never planned on being a cop.  It just happened.  He finished St.


Nick’s and joined the Marines.  He met C.J. in boot camp at Pendleton.  They were in the


same platoon, and were sent to Guam in the South Pacific to fight the Japanese. When 


they arrived they got their orders.  Foxie was trained to become Military Police and liked


the power, the authority, and the control he had over other Marines.  If he said shit, they


asked what color.  C.J. saw some action until he got wounded by a grenade fragment, then 


he was transferred to become a MP.


When the war ended Foxie was discharged, and joined the police department.  C.J.


became a guard for a year on Alcatraz Island, a Federal Prison, then he joined the San


Francisco Police Department.  He and Foxie were assigned to the same station, South


of Market Number Ten, and had partners who had milked the golden cow they called the


Tenderloin.  Foxie’s partner was Slippery Jack Riley and C.J.’s partner was Big Bill


Monahan.  Riley and Monahan concentrated on the docks of San Francisco during the war


were a black market flourished because rationing.  Folks were allotted small quantities of


food, fuel, and clothing to support the war effort.  A pair of silk stockings was equal to five


cartons of cigarettes or two bottles of Canadian whiskey. The Tenderloin was the red light


district of the city, a necessary evil to accommodate sailors, tattoo parlors, whorehouses,


backroom gambling, and strip joints. It was a forgotten part of the city, like Chinatown, that


was tolerated.  Riley and Monahan retired three years after the war ended about the same


time that Joey Beans’ nightclub got torched.  Two days later Joey was found floating in the


Bay perforated with ice pick holes.  Someone took their time settling a score with Joey. 


Foxie and C.J were their successors, and knew the lay of the land, who to roust,


who to squeeze, and who to fear.  Chinatown was next to the Tenderloin, but another


world.  It was a captive neighborhood that despised the police as much as the police


hated going to Little Hong Kong.  The first time Foxie and C.J. went to put the touch on


a Chinatown warlord he told Foxie and C.J. that they were young and stupid.   Chen Wang


controlled the gambling and prostitution in Chinatown and told them, ”I’ll forgive you this 


time because you are fools.  If you walk in Chinatown again, I’ll give you six feet,


vertically.”  When they returned to the squad car two headless chickens lay on their seats.


Foxie swore that he would get even.  I week later Wang’s restaurant was closed by


the Board of Health.  The restaurant was a front for gambling and prostitution and the city


took its time reopening the restaurant.  Time passed and other enterprising Chinese


businessmen opened their facilities for gaming and sex.  Chen Wang lost his power, his


influence, his restaurant foreclosed, and younger aggressive warlords filled the void after


his demise.  Foxie earned the reputation in Chinatown as the White Tiger.  Reputations


have a way of magnifying and soon Foxie was King of the Tenderloin.  He was the man 


and C.J. was backup carrying a sawed off shotgun he called Bertha.  The fifties were quiet


years of live and let live.  Foxie and C.J. got a piece of the action and looked the other


way.  The pimps, pushers, and players went about their business, and everyone


prospered.  Foxie and C.J. had a nice stash in their safe deposit boxes.  It was like


Prohibition in the thirties.  There are certain vices that men need that were


misdemeanors.  The Tenderloin was a nocturnal underworld that swarmed, stalked its


prey, and offered all of the forbidden fruits.  The good citizens were protected from the


jungle, because the lepers of the Tenderloin knew that if they ventured beyond the


boundaries, they would get busted and sent to the joint.  Foxie and C.J. were the gate






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