The Forgotten Godfather Who REALLY Controlled Harlem | Bumpy Johnson's Untold Story

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Harlem, New York, 1930s.
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The air isn't just thick with the smell
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of coal smoke and fried fish. It's
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electric with something else. It's the
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sound of jazz pouring from tavern doors,
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the shuffle of feet on crowded
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sidewalks, and underneath it all, the
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quiet humming engine of a shadow
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economy. This is the Harlem Renaissance,
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but it's also a kingdom. A kingdom built
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on ambition, desperation, and numbers.
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And every kingdom needs a king. But in
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1932, the throne is under siege. The man
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who runs Harlem's numbers game, the
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multi-million dollar illegal lottery,
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isn't a man at all. She is Stephanie St.
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Clare, the queen of policy. She's
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elegant, brilliant, and absolutely
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ruthless. She is also a target. But in
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1932, the throne is under siege. The man
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who runs Harlem's numbers game, the
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multi-million dollar illegal lottery,
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isn't a man at all. She is Stephanie St.
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Clare, the queen of policy. She's
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elegant, brilliant, and absolutely
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ruthless. She is also a target because
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downtown, the white mob, fresh off the
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repeal of prohibition, is hungry.
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They're looking up town. They see Harlem
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not as a home, but as a territory, a
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fat, juicy prize waiting to be plucked.
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And the man they've sent to pluck it is
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a brute named Dutch Schultz. Schultz
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doesn't negotiate. He doesn't ask. He
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arrives with saw-edoff shotguns and
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baseball bats. He starts breaking heads,
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firebombing storefronts, and murdering
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policy runners in broad daylight. Harlem
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is bleeding, and its queen is desperate.
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She needs more than just soldiers. She
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needs a general. She needs a strategist.
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She needs Ellsworth Raymond Johnson. We
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just know him as Bumpy. When Bumpy
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Johnson returned to Harlem in 1932 after
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a stretch in prison, he wasn't a king.
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He was just another tough guy trying to
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find his angle. But Bumpy was different.
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Most street toughs had muscle. Bumpy had
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muscle, but he also had a mind. He was a
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voracious reader. He studied history,
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read philosophy, and wrote poetry. And
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he played chess. He saw the world as a
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chessboard. Every move had a
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consequence. Every piece had a purpose.
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Stephanie St. Clair saw this in him.
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While other gangsters were just
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brawlers, Bumpy was a tactician. She
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hired him as her chief enforcer. It was
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a job title that barely scratched the
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surface. He wasn't just muscle. He was
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her sword and her shield. The war with
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Dutch Schultz began immediately, and it
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was brutal. Schultz was a psychopath in
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a tailored suit. He had a bottomless
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well of violence and the backing of the
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Italian syndicate, including the new
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boss of bosses, Charles Lucky Luciano.
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Schultz's method was simple.
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Overwhelming force. He sent dozens of
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gunmen uptown expecting Harlem to just
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roll over. He didn't count on Bumpy
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Johnson. Bumpy didn't have Schultz's
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endless army. He had something better.
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Harlem. He knew every alley, every
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rooftop, every tenement basement. He
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knew the people. While Schultz's men
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were invaders, Bumpy's men were ghosts.
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The war for the numbers was not a series
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of grand battles. It was a campaign of
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surgical terrifying strikes. A Schultz
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dropoff man would be walking down 135th
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Street, and suddenly he'd be surrounded,
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not by gunmen, but by half a dozen of
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Bumpy's men with ice picks and knives.
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The message was clear. Your money is
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ours now. Get out. Schultz would send a
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car full of shooters. Bumpy getting a
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tip from a shoe shine boy would have the
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street blocked off. The car would be
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trapped and Bumpy's men would open fire
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from the rooftops. Schultz enraged
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escalated. He started kidnapping and
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murdering St. Clare's runners. It said
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that over 40 men died in this war. The
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streets ran red. Schultz with his vast
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resources was simply bleeding the Harlem
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operation dry. He could replace his dead
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men. St. Clare and Bumpy could not.
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Bumpy knew they couldn't win a war of
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attrition. You can't beat a title wave
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by punching it. You have to be smarter.
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So Bumpy changed the game. He stopped
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fighting Schultz's soldiers and started
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fighting Schultz's wallet. He organized
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a lightning fast campaign. He and his
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men began identifying Schultz's own
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numbers banks, the places the Dutchman
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thought were safe. In one night, Bumpy's
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crews hit over a dozen of them, burning
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the betting slips, stealing the cash,
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and disappearing before the police, who
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were, of course, on Schultz's payroll,
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even arrived. Bumpy was playing chess.
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He wasn't just taking pawns. He was
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putting the king in check. Schultz was
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bleeding money. Every day the war
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continued, his profit margins shrank.
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The one thing his Italian backers hated
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more than a rival was an unprofitable
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partner. But the war had to end. The
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breaking point came not from Bumpy, but
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from the system itself. The law, in the
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form of prosecutor Thomas Dwey, was
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closing in on Dutch Schultz. Schultz,
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paranoid and cornered, made a fatal
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mistake. He went to the Italian
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Commission to Lucky Luciano and proposed
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a hit on Dwey. Luchiano was a
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businessman, not a mad dog. He knew
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killing a high-profile prosecutor would
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bring the full unholy wrath of the
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federal government down on all of them.
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It was bad for business. The commission
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told Schultz no. Schultz, in his
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arrogant rage, said he'd do it anyway.
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And just like that, Dutch Schultz signed
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his own death warrant. The commission,
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the very people backing his war in
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Harlem, decided he was too volatile. On
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October 23rd, 1935, gunman from Murder
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Incor walked into the Palace Chop House
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in Newark and riddled Dutch Schultz with
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bullets. He clung to life for 22 hours,
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rambling incoherently before he died.
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The war for Harlem was over. With
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Schultz gone, there was a power vacuum.
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Stephanie St. Clare was the queen, but
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she was tired of the violence. The war
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had cost her too much. Bumpy Johnson,
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the general who had survived the war,
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saw his opening. He didn't stage a coup.
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He didn't need to. He went directly to
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the top. He requested a meeting with the
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man who really controlled the New York
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underworld, Lucky Luciano. This meeting
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was legendary. It was the young black
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strategist from Harlem walking into the
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lion's den to face the Italian Capo
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Duty. Copy. Bumpy laid out his
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proposition. It was simple. Harlem was
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his. The numbers, the bookmaking, the
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lone sharking, it all belonged to the
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people who lived there. He would run it.
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But Bumpy was a realist. He knew he
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couldn't just tell the most powerful
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gangster in America to stay out. So he
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offered a deal. He would run Harlem, and
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in return, he would pay a tribute, a
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street tax. A percentage of the profits
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would flow downtown to the commission.
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Luciano, a pragmatist, saw the genius in
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it. The Italians wouldn't have to fight
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for every block. They wouldn't have to
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deal with the resentment of an occupied
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territory. They would simply sit back
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and collect a check. Bumpy wouldn't just
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be an enemy. He'd be a business partner.
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A vassel, yes, but a very powerful, very
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rich vassel. The deal was struck, and
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Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson became the
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undisputed godfather of Harlem. For the
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next two decades, Bumpy's rule was
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absolute. He was a paradox, a criminal
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and a protector, a parasite and a
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benefactor. His business was vice. He
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ran the numbers, a game that gave people
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a sliver of hope while simultaneously
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draining their pockets. He controlled
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bookmaking and in a move that would
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later haunt his legacy. He became the
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main distributor for the Italian mob's
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heroin trade in Harlem. He was, by any
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legal standard, a predator. He was
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flooding his own community with poison
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for a profit. He was ruthless to his
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rivals. If you crossed Bumpy Johnson,
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you might get a warning. You would not
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get a second one. His enforcers were
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feared, and his reputation for
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calculated violence was unmatched. But
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then there was the other bumpy. The
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Bumpy who walked 125th Street like a
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mayor. Citizens wouldn't just nod. They
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would come to him with their problems.
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An old woman couldn't pay her rent.
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Bumpy would cover it. A family got
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burned out of their apartment. Bumpy
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would find them a new one. At
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Thanksgiving and Christmas, he was
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famous for handing out hundreds of free
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turkeys to the neighborhood's poorest
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families. He was known to pay for the
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college tuitions of promising kids from
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the neighborhood. He was Harlem's
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unofficial justice system. If a local
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shopkeeper was robbed by some petty
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thief, they didn't call the cops, who
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they didn't trust anyway. They went to
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Bumpy. Bumpy and his men would find the
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thief and justice would be swift. The
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thief might be beaten. He might be
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forced to return the money with
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interest. But the message was clear. We
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don't steal from our own. Bumpy was a
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man of intense contradictions. He was a
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gangster who read Shakespeare. He was a
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pimp and a drug dealer who would sit in
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a cafe for hours playing chess,
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contemplating his next move five steps
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ahead of everyone else. He was beloved
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and he was feared. He was a Robin Hood
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who stole not from the rich to give to
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the poor but from the poor to give back
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to the poor. He kept them in a cycle of
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dependency with himself at the very
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center. He was the king and Harlem was
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his court. He had a beautiful wife, my
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daughter. He lived in a fine home. He
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ate at the best restaurants. He was for
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a time untouchable. But no kingdom lasts
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forever.
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As the 1940s bled into the 1950s, the
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world was changing. The Italian mob he
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partnered with, the Genevesei family,
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was becoming greedier. The drug trade
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Bumpy had helped build, was now ravaging
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his community in ways the numbers game
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never had. He saw the walking ghosts on
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the street corners, the lives hollowed
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out by the heroine he sold, and the law,
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which had long been content to let Bumpy
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rule Harlem as his own thief, was
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starting to look closer. The federal
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government was cracking down on
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organized crime, and Bumpy Johnson was a
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very big name. In 1951, the feds finally
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got him. Not for murder, not for running
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the numbers, but for conspiracy to sell
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heroin. It was a charge that stuck.
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Bumpy Johnson, the king of Harlem, was
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sentenced to 15 years. They didn't just
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send him to any prison. They sent him to
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the most infamous prison on earth, The
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Rock, Alcatraz. He entered Alcatraz in
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1952. He was now prisoner number 1117.
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On the inside, Bumpy was just another
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number. But even in hell, he found a way
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to be a leader. He was isolated from his
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empire, but his mind was still sharp. He
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read, he wrote, he studied. There's a
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famous, perhaps apocryphal story about
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his time there. Bumpy was in the messaul
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when another inmate, a white racist,
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threw something at him and called him a
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racial slur. The entire messaul went
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silent. Bumpy, without a word, slowly
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picked up his knife and fork. He walked
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over to the man's table. The man stood
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up, ready for a fight. Bumpy didn't
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attack. He just looked at him, his eyes
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like cold steel, and said in a low, calm
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voice, "I'm Bumpy Johnson. I am a man of
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respect. You will apologize to me, or
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one of us will not be leaving this
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island alive." The man facing the icy
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calm of a killer and a philosopher
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backed down. He apologized. Even in
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Alcatraz, Bumpy Johnson commanded
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respect. In 1963, Bumpy Johnson was
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released on parole. He returned to a
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Harlem he barely recognized. This wasn't
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the Harlem of the Jazz Age. This was the
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Harlem of the Civil Rights Movement. The
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streets were filled not just with
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junkies, but with activists. The air was
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thick, not just with music, but with the
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fiery speeches of change. And the most
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powerful voice in Harlem belonged to a
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man named Malcolm X, the old gangster
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and the new revolutionary.
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They were two sides of the same coin.
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Two brilliant, powerful black men who
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had fought the white establishment their
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entire lives, just in different ways.
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Bumpy was by this time an old man. He
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was in his late 50s. His body was
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starting to fail him, but his mind and
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his authority were as sharp as ever. He
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and Malcolm X formed one of the
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strangest and most powerful alliances of
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the era. They would meet often,
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sometimes at Bumpy's favorite spot,
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Wells restaurant. Sometimes at the
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Shabbaz mosque, they would talk for
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hours, the gangster and the minister,
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discussing theology, politics, and the
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future of their people. Bumpy saw in
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Malcolm a new kind of power, one that
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didn't come from a gun, but from an
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idea. Malcolm X, in turn, respected
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Bumpy. He knew Bumpy was a criminal, but
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he also saw him as a man who had
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successfully stood up to the white power
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structure and built an empire of his
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own. When Malcolm X split from the
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Nation of Islam, his life was in
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immediate danger. He was marked for
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death. He had the FBI monitoring him and
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he had his former brothers in the nation
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hunting him. He needed protection. And
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in Harlem, there was only one man who
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could provide it. Bumpy Johnson became
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the unofficial head of security for
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Malcolm X. He assigned his best men to
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guard Malcolm. He personally oversaw the
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security at his speeches. It was the
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ultimate paradox. The man who had
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poisoned Harlem with drugs was now
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protecting the man who was trying to
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save its soul. Bumpy warned Malcolm. He
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knew the nation. He knew the streets. He
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told him, "Brother, you can't just talk.
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You've got to be prepared to defend
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yourself." He allegedly offered Malcolm
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guns, men, whatever he needed. But
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Malcolm was on a different path. On
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February 21st, 1965,
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Bumpy's men were not handling security
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at the Ottabon Ballroom. Men from the
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Nation of Islam were. As Malcolm X
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stepped up to the podium, the assassins
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struck. Bumpy was devastated. He felt he
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had failed his friend. He attended the
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funeral, a grim, silent figure among the
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mourners, a king who had lost a part of
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his kingdom that he was just beginning
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to understand. After Malcolm's death,
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Bumpy went to war. He didn't do it with
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speeches. He did it the only way he knew
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how. He allegedly began targeting the
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men he believed were responsible. The
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drug dealers and mosque leaders he felt
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had betrayed Malcolm. But this was
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Bumpy's last fight. He was old. He was
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tired. His empire was crumbling. The new
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generation of gangsters had none of his
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code, none of his style. They were just
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violent. and the Italian mob. His old
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partners were flooding Harlem with so
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much heroin that Bumpy himself tried to
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stop it. He tried to go to the Genevese
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family to his old contacts and tell them
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to pull the drugs back. He told them,
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"You're killing the neighborhood. You're
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killing my customers." They laughed at
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him. He was a relic, a king with no
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army. In the summer of 1968, Bumpy
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Johnson was sitting in his regular booth
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at Wells restaurant on 132nd Street. It
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was the early hours of the morning. He
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was eating his favorite meal, a chicken
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leg and harmony grits. He was laughing,
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telling stories to his friends. And then
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he stopped. He clutched his chest. His
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heart, which had carried the weight of a
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kingdom, the guilt of a drug epidemic,
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and the grief of a lost revolution,
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finally gave out. Bumpy Johnson, the
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godfather of Harlem, was dead before he
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hit the floor. He didn't die from a
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bullet. He didn't die in a prison cell.
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He died in the heart of his kingdom,
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surrounded by the people he loved, in
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the neighborhood he owned. Ellsworth
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Bumpy Johnson's funeral was one of the
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largest Harlem had ever seen. Thousands
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of people lined the streets, the
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respectable and the disreputable, the
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preachers and the pimps, the old women
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he'd helped, and the young men he'd
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corrupted. They all came to say goodbye
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to their king. His legacy is a
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complicated, messy, and uniquely
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American story. Was he a hero? No. He
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was a drug kingpin. He was a violent
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racketeer. He profited from the
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destruction of his own community. Was he
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a villain? Not entirely. He was a
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product of a system that offered a
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brilliant black man few legitimate paths
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to power. He was a protector, a
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philanthropist, a man of intellect and
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honor, twisted by the world he was born
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into. Bumpy Johnson was a chess player
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in a rigged game. He saw the board,
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understood the rules, and decided to
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play anyway. He was a poet and a killer,
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a benefactor and a blight. He was, for
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better and for worse, the true godfather
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of Harlem. And his shadow, long and
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complex, still stretches over the
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streets he once ruled.

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