Have not heard back from Her “Honor” yet, regarding Andre Taylor (aka “Gorgeous Dre”, aka “The Big Pimp”) exploiter of juvenile females.
But in seems the current nationwide riots are all the fault of white males.
She is delusional.
Las Vegas True Crime Stories
Michael J. Goonan is good friend of mine, a bartender in New York. Like the guy in “Piano Man”, he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke.” Unfortunately, he tells the same bad jokes, repeatedly. If someone says “It’s a small world” in his presence, he will invariably add “but I wouldn’t want to paint it”. Ouch.
Now here is a coincidence for you.
U.S. vs. EDDIE LEE DAVIS
Way back in 1991, with a year under my belt as an AUSA, I tried a pretty bad guy named Eddie Lee Davis. It was one of many cases I did with Detective Tim Shalhoob of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department’s Repeat Offender Program (“ROP”). The charge was Felon in Possession of a Firearm. That trial, and most of my trials, took place in the old Foley Federal Courthouse.
It was weak, basically a one witness case. Davis was mad at his girlfriend, very mad. He was at a bar, and he was armed. After calling the girl and threatening her, he coerced a poor slob named Luther into giving him a ride to her house. The girlfriend called the police. Luther’s car, with Davis as the sole passenger, was stopped. A handgun was recovered under his seat. Of course it was not registered.
After his arrest, Davis showed up at Luther’s house one night; broke in; and threatened to kill him if he testified. He had a friend waiting outside in a running car. Inside, Eddie stole Luther’s driver’s license, just to scare him a little more. It worked. Luther was terrified.
When it came time for trial, Luther told the Judge, Lloyd D. George, that he would not testify. He pointed at Davis and said “Judge, put me in jail right now, because of if I testify, they will find me dead behind the wheel of my car”. I would take a shot without our witness. I still had the evidence of his motive, to terrorize his girlfriend.
Wrong. Judge George held her testimony to be inadmissible. Now, I love Judge George, but that’s how he ruled. And a week or two later a Ninth Circuit case came out almost exactly on point, in our favor (U.S. vs Dunn).
At some subsequent court appearance, Judge George was humble enough to call me up to side bar and practically apologize. As smart and well regarded as he was, he had never assumed the imperious attitude of so many judges.
A gentleman and consummate professional, to this day.
We left off talking about the commitment by the new U.S. Attorney in Nevada, Nicholas Trutanich, to combat human trafficking, that is, child prostitution (i.e. the rape of girls too young to legally consent to sexual acts) in Las Vegas. Here’s some shocking information.
About a year ago, I got a tip that the “Big Pimp” aka “Gorgeous Dre” (Andre Taylor) the predatory exploiter of children whom I led off our office’s pimp initiative against in 1999, was now working in law enforcement in Seattle. I found that to be incredible; it could not possibly be true.
A little investigation on Google and – what do you know? Andre Taylor is (or was) the co-chair of the city’s “Serious and Deadly Force Investigation Taskforce”.
So this scumbag was going to review police use of force in Seattle?
This all began when his brother – Che Taylor – who was a multi-convicted felon, including rape and robbery, was shot to death in a confrontation with Seattle police. At the time, Taylor was under surveillance in an undercover drug operation, and was observed reaching for what police believed to be a firearm. As a felon, Che Taylor was a person prohibited from possessing a firearm or ammunition. After the shooting, police recovered both a handgun and drugs.
Outraged, Andre Taylor started a pressure group called “Not This Time” which I am told received “subsidies” from the city – as well as, among others, the Seattle Seahawks. It sounded like he was trying to become the next Jesse Jackson.
In an attempt to appease the “community”, the city established a panel which managed to change the law regarding police use of force through initiative I-940. This bill amended prior law that police can be criminally prosecuted for using deadly force only if it’s shown they acted with malice. The standard is now whether a reasonable officer would have done the same thing. The bill was the first was signed into law by Governor Jay Inslee in 2019.
I have recently been advised that Andre Taylor is seeking the establishment of a position for him as liaison between the police and the community, in cases of alleged police “use of force”.
This is a partial repost, on the 25th anniversary of OKC – the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. RIP Paul Broxterman. You are not forgotten.
The breadth of the tragedy of the Oklahoma City bombing was, it seems to me, lost on the majority of Americans. When I heard that the apparent perpetrators were Americans, tears literally welled up in my eyes. Like the first bombing of the World Trade Center, Oklahoma City, it seemed to me, had limited staying power in the media. This offended the hell out of me. The truth is, the public interest and media coverage didn’t come close to O.J..
A colleague was killed in the Murrah Building, on his 39th birthday. His name was Paul Broxterman. He had arrived in Oklahoma City only a couple of weeks before the explosion. Paul had recently left the Department of Agriculture (which administers the food stamp program), where he had been a special agent, doing undercover work investigating food stamp fraud by retail stores. He had taken a position with HUD, the Department of Housing and Urban Development, because the geographic location was better for his family than the Agriculture job, which had been based in Phoenix.
Everybody who knew Paul liked him. He was part Native American, and he dressed like a real Westerner. He took his food stamp cases so seriously that he took a good deal of ribbing for it. The most repeated Paul story was his speech at a going away dinner for U.S. Attorney Rick Pocker, where Paul rambled on about what a great guy Pocker was until he got himself so worked up that he started to cry. But that was Paul. Whether it was work or personal, I guess he wore his heart on his sleeve. No pretension; what you saw was what you got. A lot of agents from some of the other, more well known agencies, the ones which do the “big” cases, would do well to take a page from Paul’s book. They would do well to emulate Paul’s humility and work ethic.
I still have his Department of Agriculture business card – annotated in his hand with his new phone number in Oklahoma City – in my old Rolodex. Anyway, myself and many others in my office were deeply saddened by Paul’s death. .
Fast forward several weeks It happened that Terry Nichols, one of the suspects in the case, had an ex-wife and a teenage son living in Las Vegas. A search warrant was to be executed at their home, where Nichols had stored a box and a television in the garage for some time. Nichols had visited at Easter, when he picked up the television from the garage. He then traveled to the midwest, bringing his son along, and at one point left the boy at a motel while he delivered the television to Timothy McVeigh. The box, however, remained in the garage. AUSA Jay Angelo was assigned the task of drafting a search warrant to obtain the box and any other evidence pertaining to the bombing which might be in that garage.
As always, based upon the concept of teamwork and the theory that two heads are better than one, Jay and I were kicking ideas back and forth concerning what we might reasonably list as items sought in the warrant. We pondered what could be in the box. We wanted to include everything which might be valuable from an evidentiary standpoint, so that there was no question that the material was covered by the warrant and seized legally; but we couldn’t specify any items which might be beyond the scope of the probable cause we had at that time, for fear of drafting a warrant that was overbroad, and therefore legally challengeable. At the time, this was perhaps the most important criminal case this century, and we wanted, in the worst way, to contribute to the effort.
After hours of fine tuning – Jay literally stayed up all night – it was ready to go. That’s when I heard one of the most disheartening things I ever heard as a state or federal prosecutor.
A veterans FBI agent who had been assigned to coordinate the execution of the search warrant made what he thought was an off-handed comment. Upon hearing it – from a guy who I thought was no superstar, but I at least regarded as a competent agent, and a decent person – I felt what can only be described as revulsion.
“I sure hope we don’t find anything in that garage. I’m due to retire in a few months, and the last thing I need is to be subpoenaed to Oklahoma City a year from now to testify at a trial.”
The dope wasn’t even going to wear latex gloves or run the thing though the FBI magnetometer before we searched it until I suggested it.
Glad he soon retired. He would have done well to take a page from the book of Paul Broxterman.
7,096 NYPD officers were out sick Friday
Nearly 20% of the police force
2,767 officers have tested positive for #COVID19
The men and women of the NYPD are risking their lives now more than ever
Yet a scumbag still decided to treat officers like this… pic.twitter.com/nbm1IrgKm7
— Andrew Pollack (@AndrewPollackFL) April 12, 2020
Dad and his brother NYPD detectives, Bronx, circa 1964.