I have told them, and they say I'm crazy. It's somebody downtown that's
the head person of it; yes, I feel that. Because I know for myself they
have gotten them off the street, and the next time in
Page 48 thirty minutes they're back out there, you know. So a
person that would be a tattletale… They wanted my son to be a tattletale
[a drug informer]. And I told them no, he's not going to be no
tattletale and put his life on the line when they pick them up for five
minutes and then are back out in ten minutes. He'd be just like that
couple that was killed out there on the road. They'll never find out who
killed them, you know, and this is what would happen to him. I told them
no. And the man told me, he said, "Well, we're going to put him in
jail." I said, "Well, you take out your warrant on him, but you have
your warrant
right when you take it out. He's not
going to be a stool pigeon, you know." I said, "You done got one black
one killed rushing in on stuff like that. Now what are you trying to do,
get my son killed?" And when he said he didn't like my attitude I told
him I don't care. I don't like his attitude neither—you know, trying to
get my child killed for a thing like that. So I feel like somebody
downtown is the head of it, and they know I'm almost close to who it is.
And this is why my son is scared for me, 'cause he says, "Momma, shut
up; you talk too much." I said, "No. It's not right." If you could come
out here one weekend, especially about the first of the month, and see
some of these girls fourteen, fifteen years old, and just look at them,
and some of the young boys twelve, thirteen, some of them not fourteen
years old, and just see how they are.