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...friends claimed he was just a wealthy real estate investor who was harassed by overzealous, even jealous white authorities. Police contended he was the biggest heroin dealer in New York City, maybe in the country. To blacks in his old Harlem neighborhood, Leroy ("Nicky") Barnes, 45, was a legend of defiance and success. What he had he flaunted, and he had a great deal: 300 custom-tailored suits, a string of glamourous women and powerful friends in show business and politics. He drove two Citroën-Maseratis and four Mercedes. Ghetto kids, said a black police detective, "think...
...registered in his name. In 1973, after placing him under round-the-clock surveillance for eight months, local authorities managed to arrest him only on a weapons charge-but the charges were dismissed. On one occasion, Barnes playfully led his police tails on a wild-goose chase through Harlem, making 100 stops at grocery stores, bars and neighborhood social clubs...
...before Hooft popped from the left corner to give the hoopsters a 70-68 lead they never relinquished. CCNY guard Rich Silvera, the school's all-time leading scorer with more than 1300 career points, scored 13 markers on the night while backcourt mate Joe "Kojak" Holman out of Harlem Prep juked and jitterbugged his way to a game high of 28 points...
...Ratrace," by comparison, is supposedly a lot like reality. The ad for the game says "players start out in the working class, where most people are, with each player owning a small business, a credit card and $200. Bet you never met all those people in Appalachia and Harlem with small businesses and credit cards.) The object is to "parlay existing assets into more of everything that's good--like money, education, club memberships, jewelry, mink coats, and big boats--and less of everything that's not so good like divorce, high taxes and bankruptcy." Winners escape the working class...
...aristocrats and writers. The boxing world will never have the wholesomeness of Monday night football, and Plimpton accepts this. He devotes more than a chapter to the story of a brazen stick-up at a post-fight party in Atlanta, at which all of the guests were figures from Harlem's underworld. Its perpetrators were executed one by one, a justice meted out not by police but by the robbers' underworld victims. The real world intrudes relentlessly in this tale, a real world alien to Paper Lion...