The Black Hand

by Blatchford, Chris

• ISBN13: 9780061257292
• ISBN10: 006125729X
• Format: Hardcover
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publications

Summary

An astonishing and groundbreaking look at the Mexican Mafia, The Black Hand is an unprecedented story of depravity, violence, and redemptionRene "Boxer" Enriquez grew up on the violent streets of East L.A., where gang fights, robberies, and drive-by shootings were fueled by rage, drugs, and alcohol. When he finally landed in prison-at the age of nineteen-Enriquez found an organization that brought him the respect he always wanted: the near-mythic and widely feared Mexican Mafia, La Eme.What it saw in Enriquez was a young man who knew no fear and would kill anyone-justifiably or not-in the blink of an eye. That loyalty and iron will drove him up the ranks as a mob enforcer and ultimately to the upper echelons, where he would help rule for nearly two decades.He helped La Eme become the powerful and violent organization that it is now, with a base army of approximately sixty thousand heavily armed gang members who control the prison system and a large part of California crime. Arguably the most dangerous gang in American history, its reach is growing.And now award-winning investigative journalist Chris Blatchford, with the unprecedented cooperation of Rene Enriquez, reveals the inner workings, secret meetings, and elaborate murder plots that make up the daily routine of the Mafia brothers. It is an intense, never-before-told story of a man who devoted his life to a bloody cause only to find betrayal and disillusionment.After years of research and investigation, Blatchford has delivered a historic narrative of a nefarious organization that will go down as a classic in mob literature.

Table of Contents

Foreword	p. xiii
Introduction	p. xvii
Blood In, Blood Out	p. 1
Mexican Mafia History	p. 4
Boxer Beginnings	p. 12
Drugs, Dealing, Robbing, and Rebellion	p. 18
Boxer Graduates to College (Prison)	p. 29
The Wrecking Crew	p. 36
Boxer and the Black Hand	p. 39
Mafia Politics: Like Swimming with Sharks in a Bloody Pool	p. 45
Back Outside: The Brutality of the Streets	p. 53
Preserving Hoodlum Honor	p. 59
Boxer Meets Steely-Eyed Chuco	p. 65
Hit the Streets Like a Wild Man	p. 70
Shifting Loyalties and Sweet Revenge	p. 75
A Reign of Terror	p. 82
Learning a Sweet Lucrative Scam	p. 95
Hungry Piranhas in a Tank	p. 100
Die Like a Man, You Punk	p. 105
Mafia Gratitude Goes Only So Far	p. 112
La Eme Goes to Hollywood	p. 114
Drive-bys, Drugs, and the Pepsi Generation Mafia	p. 121
Dealing with Pure Evil	p. 127
The Eme Plot to Kill the Governor of California	p. 135
Operation Pelican Drop	p. 140
Calling the Shots from Prison	p. 149
Baby Killers	p. 161
Dead Men Don't Pay	p. 180
Chuco Rolls on La Eme	p. 185
A Rat or Just Smart?	p. 195
A Mini-Mob Convention	p. 201
Boxer, Bat, and the Tijuana Drug Cartel	p. 207
It Was Just Business	p. 217
Race Riot Madness	p. 225
Phony Peace Talks	p. 230
Growing Mob-Weary	p. 240
Man Is Made or Unmade by Himself	p. 246
Missing Life	p. 249
Dropping Out of the Mob	p. 256
A Wonderful Break	p. 267
You Can't Play by the Rules	p. 274
La Eme Spreading Like a Cancer	p. 283
Trying to Be More	p. 289
Afterword	p. 295
Glossary	p. 305
Bibliography	p. 309
Acknowledgments	p. 315
Index	p. 317
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The Black Hand
The Bloody Rise and Redemption of "Boxer" Enriquez, a Mexican Mob Killer

Chapter One

Blood In, Blood Out

He had a lot of blood on his hands—from the streets and from behind bars.

Now he sat in Los Angeles Superior Court waiting for Judge Florence-Marie Cooper to set a trial date. He faced two first-degree murder charges and two attempted-murder charges. If convicted, the death penalty was a definite possibility—at the very least life in prison—and he didn't seem to care.

In fact, as a nearby television news camera videotaped the proceedings, twenty-nine-year-old Rene Enriquez, better known on the gang-infested streets of southern California as "Boxer," calmly turned toward the camera lens, softly mouthed the word "lies," and broke into shoulder-shaking laughter.

He was strikingly handsome with a personality that demanded attention, a certain presence that commanded respect. Thick, jet-black hair combed back. A full mustache turned down at the edges. A sharp, pointed nose and high cheekbones betraying his Mexican-Aztec roots. His wire-rim glasses surrounded friendly eyes that instantly could turn cold and threatening. He was five-foot-eight but carried himself like a man a half-foot taller, trim and athletic. He actually looked good in short-sleeved jailhouse blues. If not for the tattoos that marked both sides of his neck, dotted his hands, and sleeved his forearms, he could easily have put on an expensive suit and passed for one of the slick courthouse lawyers who make a living representing guys just like him—gangsters.

While on parole a year and a half earlier, he had ordered the death of a young woman for stealing drugs from him, and several days later he put five .357 Magnum bullets into the head of an errant mobster who had shown cowardice. Then, while awaiting trial, he did two other bloody hits inside the Los Angeles County Jail—stabbing the rival mobsters so many times that it was only a stroke of fate that kept them from making an early trip to their graves. In truth, authorities believe he had participated in at least ten murders and had personal knowledge of seven times that many.

Boxer Enriquez was a full-fledged member of the ruthless Mexican Mafia, also known as La Eme, a regular modern-day Murder Incorporated. And he was proud of it. "Eme" (pronounced EH-meh) is the Spanish phonetic pronunciation of the letter "M"—for Mafia. He has eme tattooed on his left hand. The word emero, also for "M," appears on his left bicep. A butterfly, or Mariposa, also signifying the letter "M," is on his neck. An actual life-size black hand is tattooed over his heart with a small "eMe" emblazoned in the middle of the palm—the e on each side lightened in color to give prominence to the letter M. La Eme has a saying that, "when the hand touches you, you go to work." That means murder, maiming, mayhem, extortion, drug dealing, robbing, burglarizing, kidnapping, or anything else the Mexican Mafia brothers want done. And Boxer had done them all.

He moved his chair back and forth on its hind legs and stared at Judge Cooper as she set his murder trial date for January 1, 1993. This was no sweat. He stood up straight, already handcuffed and waist-and-leg-chained, and was escorted out of the courtroom under heavy guard. That was the way he would go anywhere outside his cell for the rest of his life. There was the sound of chains clanging as he walked, and he turned and nonchalantly waved as he neared the prisoners' exit door at the side of the courtroom. There would be no bail. Again, he didn't seem to mind. Already Boxer had spent about one-third of his young life locked up. He was reasonably comfortable in prison. Besides, he was a feared killer—even in a world of killers, he knew he would never hesitate. Others would. He was a killer's killer and proud of it—a warrior.

He also knew that the Mexican Mafia controlled not only County Jail but the largest inmate population in the world and all the prison rackets, including drugs, extortion, and gambling. The California Department of Corrections had 160,000 inmates, and La Eme used murder and fear to keep them in line. Yeah, he would be just fine.

By his own admission, it was a "twisted" existence, but he was smart and confident. He knew he not only looked like a gangster, he was one. And after all, it was a life he had bargained for, and there was only one acceptable way out. He'd taken an oath with his Eme brothers—"blood in, blood out." In other words, the only way out of the Mafia was in a pine box.

That was the cardinal rule in this deadly game he played, and he felt he was a player at the top of his game.

And besides, the Mexican Mafia had a Spanish word to describe the position of its members: rifamos. Translation: "we rule, we control, we reign." The line that divided life in prison and life in the outside world seemed blurred.

Boxer's criminal career was indicative of the lifestyle of the Mexican Mafia, which did outrageous crimes with impunity, not caring if the brothers got caught or went to prison. They adapted, becoming creatures of the penal system and the cruel streets of the underworld. They had no regard for human life, and still don't.

Rene Enriquez, aka "Boxer," enjoyed being one of them. And to more completely understand what Boxer had become, it's important to first know the bloody history of the organization that spawned and shaped him.

The Black Hand
The Bloody Rise and Redemption of "Boxer" Enriquez, a Mexican Mob Killer. Copyright © by Chris Blatchford . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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