ROLL CALL ~ A Prison List (True Prison Story) Read Online Free
Author: Glenn Langohr
in English. El Diablo Valdez called on Jorge Espinosa, the leader of the Gulf cartel, Carlo Garcia, the leader of the Juarez cartel and Felipe Nevarrez of the Michoacán cartel for a meeting of the minds.
This was the first of the summit meetings. El Diablo Valdez always stayed many chess moves ahead of his competition and the authorities. He knew his nephews along the Tijuana border were taxing every cartel’s shipments crossing their corridor into the U.S. so he was feeling them out and seeing if anything needed to get put on the table to iron out.
El Diablo looked at the cartel heads at his table and realized that suspicions were so high that nobody was saying a word. It looked like everyone suspected the others of infringing on or wanting their business. El Diablo’s position of power to call this meeting was made possible for two reasons. The first was, he was the longest standing pioneer for getting American dollars into Mexico for their drugs. The second and more important reason was he had the most influence and the furthest reach into both the Mexican and the U.S. governments. He was so far into the U.S. government that he was involved indirectly with the highest up U.S. officials who decided on how much money Mexico would get from the U.S.in aid for fighting the War on Drugs. He also had the Mexican government so far in his pocket that the Mexican military escorted some of his most massive loads of drugs into California along the remote Imperial and Coachella valley.
After a few tense minutes El Diablo decided it was time to get the conversation started.
“Thank you all for taking the time to come to this gathering. As always I send my regards and respects to your loved ones and countrymen. I established this meeting and look forward to others so we may pool our resources for our collective gain as Mexicans and to settle any problems that arise in our locales. The bottom line is we shouldn’t fight against each other. I’m going to give up the floor for you, my guests, to represent your interests.”
Not surprisingly nobody spoke. El Diablo calmly looked at the cartel leaders and waited them out for a few more minutes. When the silence got a little uncomfortable he smashed his fist against the table and knocked a few cups over.
He took on a passionate tone and said, “My fellow Mexicans, we have to look at each other as comrades in this together! Our country is poor and hungry… With some of our relatives and countrymen starving! While in the United States they have so much money and food that they are like a spoiled fat cat! Those Americans think they are better than us, smarter than us and feel they deserve more than us!” El Diablo noticed the cartel leaders nodding their heads in collective Mexican honor.
El Diablo threw out more string with, “I have a master plan I am willing to share with you. In showing you how I run my operation please recognize and remember this sharing so we don’t become greedy over the gringo money… What I do with my smuggling operation is I send leaders that I use as spies into the dense cities in California. Our Pisano’s are hard workers who get jobs at restaurants and construction sites. Some of them will sell my drugs to supplement their meager income because their dream is to buy a house in California and bring the rest of their families out of Mexico to the dream. Another way I have my spies recruit our countrymen who have migrated to California is to hang out at stores that wire money to Mexico. The temptation to make faster and larger amounts of money combined with the power that comes with being a supplier of the party materials is too much. The women, the toys and the prestige pull them into the business and we are tapped into their networks and under my control.”
El Diablo studied his guest at the table and realized they all had similar strategies in place. He was hoping his sharing would inspire them to offer some details, anything. The stoic faces
This was the first of the summit meetings. El Diablo Valdez always stayed many chess moves ahead of his competition and the authorities. He knew his nephews along the Tijuana border were taxing every cartel’s shipments crossing their corridor into the U.S. so he was feeling them out and seeing if anything needed to get put on the table to iron out.
El Diablo looked at the cartel heads at his table and realized that suspicions were so high that nobody was saying a word. It looked like everyone suspected the others of infringing on or wanting their business. El Diablo’s position of power to call this meeting was made possible for two reasons. The first was, he was the longest standing pioneer for getting American dollars into Mexico for their drugs. The second and more important reason was he had the most influence and the furthest reach into both the Mexican and the U.S. governments. He was so far into the U.S. government that he was involved indirectly with the highest up U.S. officials who decided on how much money Mexico would get from the U.S.in aid for fighting the War on Drugs. He also had the Mexican government so far in his pocket that the Mexican military escorted some of his most massive loads of drugs into California along the remote Imperial and Coachella valley.
After a few tense minutes El Diablo decided it was time to get the conversation started.
“Thank you all for taking the time to come to this gathering. As always I send my regards and respects to your loved ones and countrymen. I established this meeting and look forward to others so we may pool our resources for our collective gain as Mexicans and to settle any problems that arise in our locales. The bottom line is we shouldn’t fight against each other. I’m going to give up the floor for you, my guests, to represent your interests.”
Not surprisingly nobody spoke. El Diablo calmly looked at the cartel leaders and waited them out for a few more minutes. When the silence got a little uncomfortable he smashed his fist against the table and knocked a few cups over.
He took on a passionate tone and said, “My fellow Mexicans, we have to look at each other as comrades in this together! Our country is poor and hungry… With some of our relatives and countrymen starving! While in the United States they have so much money and food that they are like a spoiled fat cat! Those Americans think they are better than us, smarter than us and feel they deserve more than us!” El Diablo noticed the cartel leaders nodding their heads in collective Mexican honor.
El Diablo threw out more string with, “I have a master plan I am willing to share with you. In showing you how I run my operation please recognize and remember this sharing so we don’t become greedy over the gringo money… What I do with my smuggling operation is I send leaders that I use as spies into the dense cities in California. Our Pisano’s are hard workers who get jobs at restaurants and construction sites. Some of them will sell my drugs to supplement their meager income because their dream is to buy a house in California and bring the rest of their families out of Mexico to the dream. Another way I have my spies recruit our countrymen who have migrated to California is to hang out at stores that wire money to Mexico. The temptation to make faster and larger amounts of money combined with the power that comes with being a supplier of the party materials is too much. The women, the toys and the prestige pull them into the business and we are tapped into their networks and under my control.”
El Diablo studied his guest at the table and realized they all had similar strategies in place. He was hoping his sharing would inspire them to offer some details, anything. The stoic faces
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