The year was 1995 the month was April, I had just graduated from the St. Vincent and the Grenadines Police Training School. There I was being trained in the art of policing, with the hopes upon completion of becoming a police officer, serving the people of St. Vincent and the Grenadines. I was as fit as when I was roller skating in the 1980s. In the 80s we will roller skate every day from 4:00PM to 10:00 PM at nights without any major rest. On Sunday we will roller skate twice as much, going on some long roll in the morning we may go a few miles out of town to Calliaquia and back we may skate as far as Layou on the Leeward side of the Island, or to Bridgetown Biabou on the Windward side just for the heck of it.
At the police Training School, I had Renald “Sadam” Hadaway as my physical training instructor, at this point in Sgt. Renald Hadaway police career, he had developed folk hero status within the SVG Police Force. This was in recognition of the reputation he had developed around the Caribbean, as a master instructor with the Regional Security System. Anytime you meet a police officer from around the region, with Special Service Training, they want to know if you know Sgt. Hadaway; then the stories will follow..
Hadaway took his duties serious and the fact that he had just return from the RSS training assignment, he still had that no nonsense approached to his assignment at the Police Training School. Sergeant (Sgt.) Hadaway whipped us into shape. After regular classes were finished, Franklyn Graham and I will meet with Hadaway for weight training. Sgt. Hadaway who later became Commissioner of Police: Hadaway; developed within me a stamina for running, and running was a thing that I hated.
So after we graduated, we were fit and could have out run any criminal. We were sent out to different community police stations and department on a six weeks internship; where we were to be introduced to policing in the real world. Policing in training school and policing the streets are two different things. I was sent to the Questelles Police Station for my internship. Other members of my graduating class that was sent to Questelles were Earnell James, Leroy Myers, and Brenton Smith, Dominique Stow, Noel Burk and Calvert Wyllie. Stow, Wyllie, and Burk were trained with particular assignment for the course guard and was not to happy to be at the Questelles Police Station.
The only person in this group who I should describe is Ernel James AKA Break Nail. Ernell James father was a police officer, who was assigned to the National Police Band. Ernell was a problem child, he did what he wanted to, when he wanted to and he did not look over his shoulder after the damage was done. Ernell’s Father though the discipline of the police force would be good for him and ensure that he enlisted in the Royal St. Vincent and the Grenadines Police Force as soon as he attained enlistment age. I did not know Ernell before we were brought together at the Police Training School; but I sure did saw why he was forced to become a police.
When we got to the Questelles Police Station, there was a staff of three supervisors: and one could detect that something was wrong, there was Corporal (Cpl.)Thomas, who was second in command and the Senior Constable (SC) Gregg, who managed the station in the absence of bother the Sargent and Corporal. Both the Cpl. and the Senior Constable was definitely dissatisfied with the way the Sergeant in charge Sgt. David “Cowpork” Mc Dowall was running the affairs of the station.
Sgt. Mc Dowall was a short Fat Brown skinned fellow, he was an extremely greedy and dishonest man; with an extra-large belly. His obesity made him lethargic and cause him to appear as if he was suffering from narcolepsy. When Sgt. Mc Dowall fell into one of his sudden sleeping spells, he made an amazing variety of songs, when he was snoring. From the growl of a bear, to the whistle of a canary, the howling song of a dog, he made flapping sound, jabbing sounds in a range of different notes, pitch and volume. It was not uncommon to hear him in a full monologue as he speaking in his sleep. At time he will make the sound of a person who was suffocating; this always cause him to hop out of his sleep momentarily; only to fall right back to sleep.
Sgt. Mc Dowall have been a sergeant of police for many years; his lack of promotion was so because he was implicated in allegations of criminal dishonesty, for which, he should have lost his job, but because his closeness to Superintendent Osborn Quow, he was spare the dishonorable discharge from the police force; as well as to face the court on criminal charges. He was upset and dissatisfied with his lack of promotion. And he did not hesitated, to burden the staff with his professional misfortune, the fruits of his labor.
It was not to long before I get to understand why Cpl. Thomas and Senior Constable Gregg were dissatisfied with Sgt. Mc Dowall. Sgt. Mc Dowall had a little, white pickup truck, he will use his truck to drive around the Questelles Police district begging the residence and business owners for goods, money and anything he need. There are some who he would literally shake down. While on the other hand, there were, those people who were not afraid of him, he will cry in their ears, telling them sad stories of how hard he have it trying to make ends meet, how he cannot even buy enough petrol to put in his little pick up to make it home. He will also make them felt a sense of obligation to him, by telling them stories of how, I patrol your shop last night and I saw some people loitering around the shop like if they had plans to break into your business. I got them away from your property. Sgt. Mc Dowall evoked the sympathies some of his constituent, he broke others with a feelings of guilty and he shook down the vulnerable; all while acting in the capacity of a police officer and he did it all to and for his own personal gain.
I became Sgt. Mc Dowall’s riding partner because he realized many of the people in Questelles knew, like and appreciated me. When I realized what he was doing, I stop going into the business place with him, and I never took any of his corrupt spoils.
The people of Questelles appreciated me because my mother was born and grew up in Bottom Questelles; they all knew me since I was a baby. On Mother's visits to Questelles, We had to accompanied Mother as she walked the entire district. From top Questelles to bottom Questelles, to Clay Valley and Chancy to say hi to and visit with her friends, her father friends and her mother’s friends. Her visit began at her mother’s home, then she will walk to her father’s home stopping at every home in between. It was important to her and it made the people whom she visited with felt good when she return. She walked with little gift for everyone mainly things they needed. The people she visited would be genuinely disappointed if she came to Questelles with her children and she did not bring the whole clan along with her, to their humble homes. So reluctantly we walked out little legs off all day, as we visited everyone; no one was left out.
Back then to travel to Questelles was an expensive affair, and to travel with the amount of thing that my mother walked with meant she had to take a taxi down. So Mother’s visit to her old neighborhood, was a once a month affair.
One day, while we were at the Questelles Police Station on duty; a phone call came in to the station from SOP Quow. He asked to speak to Sgt. Mc Dowall. One of the Bradshaw brothers were on his way from North Leeward on his Motor Cycle with a package of weed.
The Bradshaw boys were a family of young men who lived at Lowman’s Leeward, they were involved in the illigal trade of Marijauna, they had their own farms in the Lowmans Leeward Mountain, however; they had many clients and their farm could not satisfied the demand they had. So they will go to different part of the island to purchase weed to be shipped or to satisfy a client who had visited the island to make a purchase.
When Sergeant Mc. Dowall, was given the instruction to intercept the Bradshaw boys, he became very annoyed and agitated we all know that some thing was wrong. One of the other members of staff gripes with Sgt. Mc Dowall was; he was taking money from the Bradshaw boys, to turn a blind eye to their operation and to ignore any report that was made against them by members of the community. The Bradshaw was an authority unto themselves in the Questelles police district. Serge called the staff together and told us who called and what was his instruction. As the main road was immediately outside the Questelles Police Station, as a result, Sgt. Mc Dowall dispatched Cpl. Thomas, PC Forgus and all the new police outside to make the interception, while he literally hid away in the station, peeping out from be hind the curtain in the bedroom. It was Sgt. Mc's intention to put the blame of the apprehension on Cpl. Thomas; in order to save himself; from the Bradshaws.
We tried to stop the rider but he managed to evade us, Sgt. Quickly call Mr. Quow and tell him that the man get away, Mr. Quow give the instruction to get the man. So Questelles and the surrounding area being my stomping ground, and seeing that we were all fit and ready for some real policing action, I led the guys to a short cut where we could intercept the rider before he reach to his home. Unfortunately for the rider we did intercepted him. As a result of his motorcycle skills, once again he managed to evade us, however he came to a place where he ran out of road. We give chase on foot, the rider then ditched the bike and and with his illegal cargo in a back pack, he began to run. There was no way he could have out run Brenton Smith, Ernell James, Leroy Mayers and I. However, the suspect disappeared. He did not out run us but he just vanished in thin air. He found a hiding place. By this time we were in the Molly Gutter area. Later that night Sgt. Cowpork, was overheard speaking to the older of the Bradshaw brother on the phone; He told him that he did not know anything about what happen and it that corporal, and the new police doing.
For about two weeks we became a thorn in the Bradshaw illegal business, and they got pretty, pretty mad. The Bradshaw boys had developed a reputation, of taking care of problems, in their own unique way, that came between them and their business. One night, we received information, the Bradshaw brothers was coming to shoot up the police station. These guys had AK-47s 9 Millimeters, shot guns etc. all we had at the station was an out dated 303 rifle and an old pistol that did not work. The brothers came on their bikes and the older brother drove his jeep. They road and drove back and fort in front of the Questelles Police Station for most of the night. And they were packing. Sgt. told everyone to get on the ground, we took out the 303 riffle and the dummy pistol and we as prepared as we were ever going to be it was the best that we had. But there was not attack that night.
It was the weekend, the other members of the attachment were sent on weekend off; Brenton Smith and I stayed on duty for the weekend. The rational was, we were from Kingstown and we were close to our home. It was the weekend and the local disco: "Philos Disco" always has weekend party session at the facility. Sunday nights were the most popular night at Philos Disco. The Corporal was surprised when he read the duty and saw the Sergeant, who had left the station on his weekend off made duties assigning, PC Ludwig Furgus, Brenton Smith, Cpl. Thomas and I for foot patrol at Philos Disco from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM. SC Gregg were assigned to the station orderly duties.
On Sunday at 7:00 PM we went out on foot patrol, although we did not see them, Philos Disco was the Bradshaw family recreation spot. They work hard all weekend, plying their marijuana trade and they look forward to just relaxation at Philos. Even the Bradshaw sisters attend Philos just to have a good time. However, tonight; the Bradshaw brothers had some unfinished business to deal with. Sergeant McDowall had used me as a Scape Goat and had blamed me for being responsible for the recent spate of police trouble the Bradshaw boys were experiencing. As a result, The Brother arranged to have me assigned to work at Philos Disco on the weekend.
Unaware of all that was going on in the shadows, I kept a look out to see if any of my friends from Bottom town was attending Philos disco; but unfortunately, I did not see any of the guys I grew up with. I was not a party guy and I still did not know the method they used into deciding which of the two discos they will attend. They alternated Roseau disco and Philos disco.
While Cpl. Thomas and I was standing on the junction observing the crown, One of the residence of Questelles over heard the Bradshaw brothers in a discussion. The Brothers were discussing a plan to lick up Officer Palmer. What did they mean by lick up, they did not know, however; they had guns, so lick up was not anything good. The Bradshaw did not know that I was as much a Questelles man as much as anyone who lived there. The Questelles resident who over heard the brother’s discussion, was at a lost as to what to do. They could not go to the police, because they knew that there was a strong possibility that the station manager will inform the Bradshaw brothers who was responsible for informing the police of their plans, to harm one of his officers. The Bradshaw's did not take crossing them lightly
I was totally unaware of what was going on, The person saw Jah -I in the disco and went and told him what they had overheard and who was speaking. Jah I correct name is Andrew Ash, He is my big brother, and I also dated “Andrew Jah I” Ash’s little sister at one point. Jah I is a fellow once he befriend you, there is nothing he will not do for you. Jah I was also a stevedore and worked to unload the hatches of ships, however, he was also involved in the Marijuana business. He had his contact, he purchase large quantity of marijuana and resell it. Jah-I had some simple rules, He never encourage none smokers to smoke, no smoking in his house, this was just in case his parent or sisters visit his home they can enter his house without suffering the through a smoke infested home.
Before I became a police, I had a key to Jah I home; I could go to his home at any time in his presence and or absence, I was always welcome. After I became a police, I will always find time to visit my old friends. As soon as Jah I or any of the guys saw me coming, they will declare Boy look Allan, not speaking to anyone in particular; this was their way of telling all who is present that I am here and all respect is due. Once that proclamation was made, no one dear to light a spliff (a marijuana cigarette) when I was around. Jah I did not take disrespecting me and my office as a police lightly. Even those guys who did not like me demonstrated a healthy respect for me and my office as a police officer.
After Jah I was informed of the Bradshaw brothers plans, he put out his spliff, he throw his drink in the garbage, he round up all of the Ghetto-men in Philos and they put their parting on hold. They all exited Philos disco and they came to see, if it was their Allan Palmer was on duty at Philos. A group of about 8 guys came looking for me led by Jah I, Jah I number ten and Poor-Joe was in the crowd. These guys were my riding. Poor Joe was the nicest guy anyone could ever come into contact with; he don’t get into trouble, he don’t fight not because he cannot fight but because he do not see the value of fighting, Number ten on the other hand was my little brother, who was always my best friend; is a peaceful fellow, who will fight if he was pushed. It was the first time; I had seen fire in Poor-Joe and number ten with fire in their eyes. Jah I and the other guys were regular fearless Rebels, who will fight at the drop at a pin.
Jah I, and the group was fuming as they walked up to me, they Ignored Cpl. Thomas he, When Jah I saw me he exclaimed what! Allan it is you! Then Andrew told, me exactly what the informant told him. I was not in the least worried then, because I had an invincible mentality. Then Jah I told me I am going to look for those guys and tell them, if they try anything with you tonight, there will be a war in Lowman tonight. After Jah I had issued the warning, he returned to where I was, and he related to me, in detail what conspired between the two groups. I told them, I heard what they were planning and if they don’t want a war between us to night, they change their plans. The Bradshaw brothers said is he a Ghetto man. We did not know he is a Ghetto man, and the Bradshaw brothers put of their plans to lick me up. After that night, when I pass through Lowman’s Hill the Bradshaw brother’s will acknowledge me.
When they realized who I really was, and the also discovered that Albert Palmer was my brother who they knew and were friends with and Val Nazi, Palmer was also my brother and I was a ghetto man As Far as the Bradshaw Brothers was concern, I was their brother also. When I was in the area, which I did regular to look for Shack Out AKA Lystra Sutherland, they looked out for me. I was not afraid of the Bradshaw brothers and they were not afraid of me; we had developed a mutual respect. Even though the guys were involved in illegal activates, they also wanted to see poor people children made it. I had no choice but to respect the Bradshaw family. After that I never had any reason to interact with the Bradshaw brothers on a law enforcement level again. When I pass in the police vehicle and the guys were on the side of the road, in the front of their home smoking; which were "Bradshaw immunity area" and they saw me coming, I toot the horn of the police vehicle to hail them up and they will wave at me with their Marijuana cigarette concealed.
I can remember when one of the Bradshaw brothers was arrested and was placed in the cell in Central Police Station, I went I purchased a meal and I took him out of the cell and I ensure he was fed not the disgusting food that came from Mr. Roach. This is a sign to the station officer, I was looking out for that person; and they were treated with the respect and decency they deserved.
Although at the time, I was not afraid of the situation that confronted me, On Hind sight the danger was real. That is why I will forever be thankful to Jah I and all my brothers and sisters from Rose Place; AKA Bottom Town, AKA the Ghetto.
Hadaway took his duties serious and the fact that he had just return from the RSS training assignment, he still had that no nonsense approached to his assignment at the Police Training School. Sergeant (Sgt.) Hadaway whipped us into shape. After regular classes were finished, Franklyn Graham and I will meet with Hadaway for weight training. Sgt. Hadaway who later became Commissioner of Police: Hadaway; developed within me a stamina for running, and running was a thing that I hated.
So after we graduated, we were fit and could have out run any criminal. We were sent out to different community police stations and department on a six weeks internship; where we were to be introduced to policing in the real world. Policing in training school and policing the streets are two different things. I was sent to the Questelles Police Station for my internship. Other members of my graduating class that was sent to Questelles were Earnell James, Leroy Myers, and Brenton Smith, Dominique Stow, Noel Burk and Calvert Wyllie. Stow, Wyllie, and Burk were trained with particular assignment for the course guard and was not to happy to be at the Questelles Police Station.
The only person in this group who I should describe is Ernel James AKA Break Nail. Ernell James father was a police officer, who was assigned to the National Police Band. Ernell was a problem child, he did what he wanted to, when he wanted to and he did not look over his shoulder after the damage was done. Ernell’s Father though the discipline of the police force would be good for him and ensure that he enlisted in the Royal St. Vincent and the Grenadines Police Force as soon as he attained enlistment age. I did not know Ernell before we were brought together at the Police Training School; but I sure did saw why he was forced to become a police.
When we got to the Questelles Police Station, there was a staff of three supervisors: and one could detect that something was wrong, there was Corporal (Cpl.)Thomas, who was second in command and the Senior Constable (SC) Gregg, who managed the station in the absence of bother the Sargent and Corporal. Both the Cpl. and the Senior Constable was definitely dissatisfied with the way the Sergeant in charge Sgt. David “Cowpork” Mc Dowall was running the affairs of the station.
Sgt. Mc Dowall was a short Fat Brown skinned fellow, he was an extremely greedy and dishonest man; with an extra-large belly. His obesity made him lethargic and cause him to appear as if he was suffering from narcolepsy. When Sgt. Mc Dowall fell into one of his sudden sleeping spells, he made an amazing variety of songs, when he was snoring. From the growl of a bear, to the whistle of a canary, the howling song of a dog, he made flapping sound, jabbing sounds in a range of different notes, pitch and volume. It was not uncommon to hear him in a full monologue as he speaking in his sleep. At time he will make the sound of a person who was suffocating; this always cause him to hop out of his sleep momentarily; only to fall right back to sleep.
Sgt. Mc Dowall have been a sergeant of police for many years; his lack of promotion was so because he was implicated in allegations of criminal dishonesty, for which, he should have lost his job, but because his closeness to Superintendent Osborn Quow, he was spare the dishonorable discharge from the police force; as well as to face the court on criminal charges. He was upset and dissatisfied with his lack of promotion. And he did not hesitated, to burden the staff with his professional misfortune, the fruits of his labor.
It was not to long before I get to understand why Cpl. Thomas and Senior Constable Gregg were dissatisfied with Sgt. Mc Dowall. Sgt. Mc Dowall had a little, white pickup truck, he will use his truck to drive around the Questelles Police district begging the residence and business owners for goods, money and anything he need. There are some who he would literally shake down. While on the other hand, there were, those people who were not afraid of him, he will cry in their ears, telling them sad stories of how hard he have it trying to make ends meet, how he cannot even buy enough petrol to put in his little pick up to make it home. He will also make them felt a sense of obligation to him, by telling them stories of how, I patrol your shop last night and I saw some people loitering around the shop like if they had plans to break into your business. I got them away from your property. Sgt. Mc Dowall evoked the sympathies some of his constituent, he broke others with a feelings of guilty and he shook down the vulnerable; all while acting in the capacity of a police officer and he did it all to and for his own personal gain.
I became Sgt. Mc Dowall’s riding partner because he realized many of the people in Questelles knew, like and appreciated me. When I realized what he was doing, I stop going into the business place with him, and I never took any of his corrupt spoils.
The people of Questelles appreciated me because my mother was born and grew up in Bottom Questelles; they all knew me since I was a baby. On Mother's visits to Questelles, We had to accompanied Mother as she walked the entire district. From top Questelles to bottom Questelles, to Clay Valley and Chancy to say hi to and visit with her friends, her father friends and her mother’s friends. Her visit began at her mother’s home, then she will walk to her father’s home stopping at every home in between. It was important to her and it made the people whom she visited with felt good when she return. She walked with little gift for everyone mainly things they needed. The people she visited would be genuinely disappointed if she came to Questelles with her children and she did not bring the whole clan along with her, to their humble homes. So reluctantly we walked out little legs off all day, as we visited everyone; no one was left out.
Back then to travel to Questelles was an expensive affair, and to travel with the amount of thing that my mother walked with meant she had to take a taxi down. So Mother’s visit to her old neighborhood, was a once a month affair.
One day, while we were at the Questelles Police Station on duty; a phone call came in to the station from SOP Quow. He asked to speak to Sgt. Mc Dowall. One of the Bradshaw brothers were on his way from North Leeward on his Motor Cycle with a package of weed.
The Bradshaw boys were a family of young men who lived at Lowman’s Leeward, they were involved in the illigal trade of Marijauna, they had their own farms in the Lowmans Leeward Mountain, however; they had many clients and their farm could not satisfied the demand they had. So they will go to different part of the island to purchase weed to be shipped or to satisfy a client who had visited the island to make a purchase.
When Sergeant Mc. Dowall, was given the instruction to intercept the Bradshaw boys, he became very annoyed and agitated we all know that some thing was wrong. One of the other members of staff gripes with Sgt. Mc Dowall was; he was taking money from the Bradshaw boys, to turn a blind eye to their operation and to ignore any report that was made against them by members of the community. The Bradshaw was an authority unto themselves in the Questelles police district. Serge called the staff together and told us who called and what was his instruction. As the main road was immediately outside the Questelles Police Station, as a result, Sgt. Mc Dowall dispatched Cpl. Thomas, PC Forgus and all the new police outside to make the interception, while he literally hid away in the station, peeping out from be hind the curtain in the bedroom. It was Sgt. Mc's intention to put the blame of the apprehension on Cpl. Thomas; in order to save himself; from the Bradshaws.
We tried to stop the rider but he managed to evade us, Sgt. Quickly call Mr. Quow and tell him that the man get away, Mr. Quow give the instruction to get the man. So Questelles and the surrounding area being my stomping ground, and seeing that we were all fit and ready for some real policing action, I led the guys to a short cut where we could intercept the rider before he reach to his home. Unfortunately for the rider we did intercepted him. As a result of his motorcycle skills, once again he managed to evade us, however he came to a place where he ran out of road. We give chase on foot, the rider then ditched the bike and and with his illegal cargo in a back pack, he began to run. There was no way he could have out run Brenton Smith, Ernell James, Leroy Mayers and I. However, the suspect disappeared. He did not out run us but he just vanished in thin air. He found a hiding place. By this time we were in the Molly Gutter area. Later that night Sgt. Cowpork, was overheard speaking to the older of the Bradshaw brother on the phone; He told him that he did not know anything about what happen and it that corporal, and the new police doing.
For about two weeks we became a thorn in the Bradshaw illegal business, and they got pretty, pretty mad. The Bradshaw boys had developed a reputation, of taking care of problems, in their own unique way, that came between them and their business. One night, we received information, the Bradshaw brothers was coming to shoot up the police station. These guys had AK-47s 9 Millimeters, shot guns etc. all we had at the station was an out dated 303 rifle and an old pistol that did not work. The brothers came on their bikes and the older brother drove his jeep. They road and drove back and fort in front of the Questelles Police Station for most of the night. And they were packing. Sgt. told everyone to get on the ground, we took out the 303 riffle and the dummy pistol and we as prepared as we were ever going to be it was the best that we had. But there was not attack that night.
It was the weekend, the other members of the attachment were sent on weekend off; Brenton Smith and I stayed on duty for the weekend. The rational was, we were from Kingstown and we were close to our home. It was the weekend and the local disco: "Philos Disco" always has weekend party session at the facility. Sunday nights were the most popular night at Philos Disco. The Corporal was surprised when he read the duty and saw the Sergeant, who had left the station on his weekend off made duties assigning, PC Ludwig Furgus, Brenton Smith, Cpl. Thomas and I for foot patrol at Philos Disco from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM. SC Gregg were assigned to the station orderly duties.
On Sunday at 7:00 PM we went out on foot patrol, although we did not see them, Philos Disco was the Bradshaw family recreation spot. They work hard all weekend, plying their marijuana trade and they look forward to just relaxation at Philos. Even the Bradshaw sisters attend Philos just to have a good time. However, tonight; the Bradshaw brothers had some unfinished business to deal with. Sergeant McDowall had used me as a Scape Goat and had blamed me for being responsible for the recent spate of police trouble the Bradshaw boys were experiencing. As a result, The Brother arranged to have me assigned to work at Philos Disco on the weekend.
Unaware of all that was going on in the shadows, I kept a look out to see if any of my friends from Bottom town was attending Philos disco; but unfortunately, I did not see any of the guys I grew up with. I was not a party guy and I still did not know the method they used into deciding which of the two discos they will attend. They alternated Roseau disco and Philos disco.
While Cpl. Thomas and I was standing on the junction observing the crown, One of the residence of Questelles over heard the Bradshaw brothers in a discussion. The Brothers were discussing a plan to lick up Officer Palmer. What did they mean by lick up, they did not know, however; they had guns, so lick up was not anything good. The Bradshaw did not know that I was as much a Questelles man as much as anyone who lived there. The Questelles resident who over heard the brother’s discussion, was at a lost as to what to do. They could not go to the police, because they knew that there was a strong possibility that the station manager will inform the Bradshaw brothers who was responsible for informing the police of their plans, to harm one of his officers. The Bradshaw's did not take crossing them lightly
I was totally unaware of what was going on, The person saw Jah -I in the disco and went and told him what they had overheard and who was speaking. Jah I correct name is Andrew Ash, He is my big brother, and I also dated “Andrew Jah I” Ash’s little sister at one point. Jah I is a fellow once he befriend you, there is nothing he will not do for you. Jah I was also a stevedore and worked to unload the hatches of ships, however, he was also involved in the Marijuana business. He had his contact, he purchase large quantity of marijuana and resell it. Jah-I had some simple rules, He never encourage none smokers to smoke, no smoking in his house, this was just in case his parent or sisters visit his home they can enter his house without suffering the through a smoke infested home.
Before I became a police, I had a key to Jah I home; I could go to his home at any time in his presence and or absence, I was always welcome. After I became a police, I will always find time to visit my old friends. As soon as Jah I or any of the guys saw me coming, they will declare Boy look Allan, not speaking to anyone in particular; this was their way of telling all who is present that I am here and all respect is due. Once that proclamation was made, no one dear to light a spliff (a marijuana cigarette) when I was around. Jah I did not take disrespecting me and my office as a police lightly. Even those guys who did not like me demonstrated a healthy respect for me and my office as a police officer.
After Jah I was informed of the Bradshaw brothers plans, he put out his spliff, he throw his drink in the garbage, he round up all of the Ghetto-men in Philos and they put their parting on hold. They all exited Philos disco and they came to see, if it was their Allan Palmer was on duty at Philos. A group of about 8 guys came looking for me led by Jah I, Jah I number ten and Poor-Joe was in the crowd. These guys were my riding. Poor Joe was the nicest guy anyone could ever come into contact with; he don’t get into trouble, he don’t fight not because he cannot fight but because he do not see the value of fighting, Number ten on the other hand was my little brother, who was always my best friend; is a peaceful fellow, who will fight if he was pushed. It was the first time; I had seen fire in Poor-Joe and number ten with fire in their eyes. Jah I and the other guys were regular fearless Rebels, who will fight at the drop at a pin.
Jah I, and the group was fuming as they walked up to me, they Ignored Cpl. Thomas he, When Jah I saw me he exclaimed what! Allan it is you! Then Andrew told, me exactly what the informant told him. I was not in the least worried then, because I had an invincible mentality. Then Jah I told me I am going to look for those guys and tell them, if they try anything with you tonight, there will be a war in Lowman tonight. After Jah I had issued the warning, he returned to where I was, and he related to me, in detail what conspired between the two groups. I told them, I heard what they were planning and if they don’t want a war between us to night, they change their plans. The Bradshaw brothers said is he a Ghetto man. We did not know he is a Ghetto man, and the Bradshaw brothers put of their plans to lick me up. After that night, when I pass through Lowman’s Hill the Bradshaw brother’s will acknowledge me.
When they realized who I really was, and the also discovered that Albert Palmer was my brother who they knew and were friends with and Val Nazi, Palmer was also my brother and I was a ghetto man As Far as the Bradshaw Brothers was concern, I was their brother also. When I was in the area, which I did regular to look for Shack Out AKA Lystra Sutherland, they looked out for me. I was not afraid of the Bradshaw brothers and they were not afraid of me; we had developed a mutual respect. Even though the guys were involved in illegal activates, they also wanted to see poor people children made it. I had no choice but to respect the Bradshaw family. After that I never had any reason to interact with the Bradshaw brothers on a law enforcement level again. When I pass in the police vehicle and the guys were on the side of the road, in the front of their home smoking; which were "Bradshaw immunity area" and they saw me coming, I toot the horn of the police vehicle to hail them up and they will wave at me with their Marijuana cigarette concealed.
I can remember when one of the Bradshaw brothers was arrested and was placed in the cell in Central Police Station, I went I purchased a meal and I took him out of the cell and I ensure he was fed not the disgusting food that came from Mr. Roach. This is a sign to the station officer, I was looking out for that person; and they were treated with the respect and decency they deserved.
Although at the time, I was not afraid of the situation that confronted me, On Hind sight the danger was real. That is why I will forever be thankful to Jah I and all my brothers and sisters from Rose Place; AKA Bottom Town, AKA the Ghetto.
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