G-Code "Why We Don't Tell"

"G-CODE:

WHY WE WON’T TELL"

By

Ricardo Jackson

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2017 by Ricardo Jackson

All rights reserved.

Table of Contents

Dedication

Introduction

1) The Tattle Tale

2) Informants

3) Dealing in Dirt

4) The Dime Dropper

5) Tactics

6) Counter Culture

7) Rat Traps

8) Conflict of Interest

9) Connecting the Dots

10) Strange Weeds

11) Cooperators

12) Nothing to Squeal about

13) Mind Your Own Business

14) Spies among Us

15) Stop Snitching

16) Experimenting

17) Finks

18) Confidential Agents

19) Silence is Golden

20) Gag Orders

21) Chatter

22) How can I tell

Epilogue

Author’s Note

This Book is dedicated to:

All those who have helped me to

Survive and succeed,

God is not finished!

Introduction

Not a day has gone by, in this current age, that people on some level or another has not given thought to their privacy, who has information on them and what will they do with it. Identity thief, breaches in security concerning credit cards, pin numbers computer codes, the different precautions put in place from the hood to Capitol Hill. All came about because somewhere along the line somebody told, somebody stole and sold some valuable information

If I could break this book down into a brief video it would be called snitches gone wild. That title would capture the movement, but left to examine is why snitches have been allowed to go crazy (when they know better.)

It wasn’t necessary for me to embellish any part of this work, but in order to protect the private and or legal rights of certain individuals I took the liberty to create certain scenarios and there outcome. This is a journey that a lot of society will be able to relate to on many levels.

From the board room to the trap house, there are always secrets to success that need to be held in the strictest of confidence; that’s why one has to be careful what is said and who it’s said to. This application is recognized by gangsters in every walk of life, snitches need not apply.

Mr. Ricky Jackson

The Gold Movement

Chapter 1

The Tattle Tale

When I was a kid, like most kids I had a sweet tooth that knew no bounds. And also, being an only child, I was sort of spoil. The word no, though seldom used on me, had no meaning. On this one occasion, my mom told me I couldn’t have a cookie, it was too close to dinnertime and she didn’t want me to spoil my appetite. At this time in my life the family dog, a dachshund named Brisk was like my best friend. Where I went brisk went. Moments after my mom told me I couldn’t have a cookie, she left out of the kitchen. I wasted no time climbing onto a chair, reaching up into a cabinet, I grabbed a couple of cookies from the bag.

I jumped down, pushing the chair back to the table and at the same time munching down on a cookie. Brisk was on my heels, whining and wagging his tail. I gave Brisk a piece of a cookie seconds before my mom returned to the kitchen.

I had to act fast so I stuck half a cookie into my pocket. We all know of a mother’s uncanny instincts when it comes to their kids. On the other hand, kids know how to disarm their parents with their, I’m really happy to see your eyes. And being an only child, I relied on that look many times, I was a pro. However, on this occasion, Brisk had seen me go to the pocket with the cookie.

Thinking it was a game, Brisk was jumping and nipping at my pocket. My mom’s instincts, coupled with the suspicious behavior of Brisk, she asks me, boy did you go into those cookies? No, I said. She told me to come here. Instead of going to my mom I turned and bolted out the kitchen. I ran to my room and ate the cookie. Brisk had followed me into my room, but all I had left was a small piece of cookie for myself. It was not the dog’s intention to snitch on me, but that’s what his behavior lead to. Though it wasn’t my mind set at the time, I’m glad I didn’t reward the dog forgetting me into trouble. That night after dinner when I ask for dessert my mom told me I already had dessert.

One of the first things we learn how to do as young people to is cover our tracks. Most of us did this by telling a lie. The lie, of course is the means of escape that we choose to avoid some punishment. Punishment comes on the tail of some sort of infraction; an infraction that has to be proved.

Nobody wants to get caught when they do wrong. And again, nobody wants to get punished when they get caught, so, we don’t tell on ourselves.

Most interrogators; parents, teachers, police, at one point have all told someone just tell the truth and it will be alright.) Personally, I prefer you to catch me and prove it for yourself. Why? Because I’ve seldom seen the just tell me the truth and it’ll be alright" thing work out for anyone. You tell on yourself, and your honesty maybe commended, but the consequences remain.

One of the most known story’s that pushes the concept of what seems to be a form of self-betrayal is the tale of young George Washington. Somewhere along the line young George was getting busy with an Ax. And his actions lead to his chopping down his father’s cherry tree. When George’s father asks him if he had chopped down the tree. George has been quoted as answering by saying, I shall not tell a lie, it was I who chopped down the cherry tree.) Here, we can all applaud the concept of honesty, it was probably commendable then as it is now, but the story leaves us to believe that the confession in itself is a cure all. My grandparents had ruled over my parents with belts and ironing cords, and that was a common form of discipline in and through parts of the twentieth century. With that I find it hard to believe parents in the early eighteenth century were products of any great restraint. I can imagine George’s father pulling that giant pilgrim belt off to whip George’s ass. And at the same time telling him, Now this is going to hurt me more than it does you".)

George was no doubt thinking to himself, hey, I confessed, don’t I get a break for accountability. Accountability is on the other end of self-betrayal, it’s between you and your conscious. Can you live with it, can you sleep at night, if not then release yourself from the guilt trip, but don’t expect it to negate punishment from the outside world. No, we don’t tell on ourselves, so why do some feel like its ok to tell on someone else, to subject another to some form of pain or discomfort. I didn’t have older siblings to guide me into the early arena of what society deems acceptable, but I do remember in grammar school, snitching was frowned upon, ironically, even the teachers use to say, nobody likes a tattle tale.

Is todays tattle tale tomorrows informant? From grammar to high school, you will always find the cool kids, the jocks, A-listers, kids that bring something to the table. Then there’s that other kid, he’s not a jock, has no swag, and the girls aren’t texting about him. In grammar school, he would stay after school to help the teacher tidy up. This after school activity is actually a tactic the tattle tale uses to keep from leaving the school with those who would potentially beat him up for telling. Naturally the relationship between the tattle tale and teacher grows. The tattle tale who has been an outcast from the start, is now telling an extracting revenge on those who wouldn’t accept him. And by using the teacher, he’s actually manipulating the system to his end. As an extra bonus he befriends the teacher, and what child doesn’t want the attention of an adult, it makes them feel special.

Here we’re talking about a kid and the path one takes not only to survive but to fulfill the need to be a part of something bigger than himself. We all have that need and we all fill it in different ways, but the tattle tale has chosen to fill it at the expense of other kids. Now remember, teachers don’t necessarily like tattle tales, but they’re bound by duty to investigate and punish those who break the rules. The character of the tattle tale is seldom in question by the teacher, that is to say, she realizes this kid is not telling because he’s noble, and has some deep concern for the rules, he has an agenda, one that she, the teacher has no choice but to endure.

A snitch is created by circumstance, something occurs in the game that he either can’t handle or escape. So, he becomes a source of information for those who either help him correct, or escape the situation.

If you look up the word tattle tale (though chiefly used for children) it defines tattle tale as an informer. I disagree by terms of motivating factors and agendas. A Snitch manipulates the system for personal gain. The informant usually works for an agency, and gets paid to perform his job.

A snitch moves through the neighborhood like he’s about that thug life. Smiling in your face, smoking your weed. In most cases the snitch has been involved in creating the very monster that he eventually seeks to betray. The informant maybe doing a lot of smiling in your face as well, the biggest difference is, he’s the police. He’s not being disingenuous so far as standards of the streets go. He is police and his purpose right from the start is to crack and throw you in jail. No matter where you travel to on earth, the streets are like a jungle with their own set of rules, and snitching has always been against the rules, however, the entertainment industry of the late sixties began to glamourize snitching. Informants, during the revolutionary time of the sixties, were very instrumental in disrupting the movement. If you read the history of the Black Panthers, United Slaves, and other counter culture groups of that era, you’ll find informants were the key factors to their down fall.

One of the earlier television shows where the snitch was glamourized, is Baretta. Rooster is the name of the character in Baretta who played a pimp/snitch. With his leisure suits, big hats with the feather, he would stand in front of a bar or pool hall with his Cadillac parked at the curb. Baretta, the cop, would come around and gather information about drug dealers, bookie joints, thieves and other low-level thugs. It’s not like Rooster ever laid the piece of the puzzle that closed the case. For the most part Rooster was a small fish in a small pond, a local hustler snitching on local thugs. Every now and then they would show Rooster on the ho-stroll with his girls. He was barking orders at his girls and projecting an image of success and control. But Baretta was clearly the force behind Rooster’s longevity in the streets. As long as Rooster continued to sacrifice the other hustlers he would be allowed to pimp ho’s.

The other show of that era was Starsky and Hutch. Another police with a pimp on the scene name Huggy Bear. For some reason Huggy Bear seem to have information pertaining to criminals that were out of a pimp’s league. Big shot gun runners, professional hit men, these are not the types who just kick it with the local pimp, and they certainly ain’t running to a pimp or any other hustler they know nothing about.

Of all the lifestyles portrayed in the early black exploitation films, none were as influential as those of a pimp. The cars, the women, the clothes, it was portrayed a glamourous arena, where only a select few were choose to enjoy the finer things, if of course, as I point out he becomes a snitch. Truth is, old school pimps where very elusive. You seldom even seen them out in the daylight and you certainly didn’t see them standing on corners talking to police. History has shown us that any culture that is not understood, is viewed as a threat. If it can’t be destroyed then they’ll at least try to control it, thus the pimps in early cinema were made to be snitches. This practice would continue on through the years. Dope dealers, gangsters, thugs, these lifestyles would all eventually be exploited in cinema, and at some point, they would all have a character who gets a snitch jacket.

Earlier in this piece I spoke of rules, the respect for the game that hustlers use to share in the old days saying there is no honor among thieves was not always true. There was honor, there were codes that held the underworld to a structure. The structure cracked because the snitch began to breed distrust among the hustlers. No longer are the days of women, wine and partners in crime.

Forgive me if I appear to be taking sides on this subject. I’m actually approaching this subject unbiased, as I myself have never been victimized by a snitch unless you count the cookie incident with my dog. But I must admit, the more the dots connected to this picture the more intriguing snitches became. To accomplish an end, they underhandedly plot, they scheme secretly, and then excite the interest of a third party. It’s not like the snitch forges any separation, i.e. cops and robbers, he strategically takes the separation already in place, and by way of the concept, My enemies enemy is my friend manipulates the situation to his favor. That my friend is predator of a different type. On the other hand, it is by one’s own actions that lead them into desperate times which call for desperate measures. If one stays true to the game, he wouldn’t have to turn against the very monster he helps create, the streets. And that is why in certain cultures snitches are disliked so much. They end up going against the social structure that broke bread with them.

Ideals like, once a cheat always a cheat, once a thief always a thief, I disagree, people can change but in the case of a snitch it’s hard to come back, it’s nearly impossible to regain the trust.

To answer the question, is todays tattle tale tomorrows informant? Not necessarily, however, once a person has been somewhere they can always go back again. And it’s usually easier the second time around.

When you look at the tattle tale, the scary part is the vengeful nature that evolves in the child. To a large degree a tattle tale throws caution to the wind, that is to say, once the snitch jacket is on him, it can follow him from grammar to middle school. And it’s a bit more difficult to hide or escape in middle school, and that’s a risk that tattle tales don’t