“I’ve hit her (Turquoise), but only in self-defense,” Erving confesses, writing throughout in the present tense. “. . . I don’t ever touch her unless I’m being attacked.”
He married Turquoise in the flush of early stardom just after a messy contract dispute had been resolved, bringing him to the Nets in 1973. The boy who had been raised in the Parkside Gardens projects in Hempstead, L.I., until he was 13 was now in his full 6-foot-7 glory. He was “young, fine and rich” and had found his woman.
“We are the Bonnie and Clyde of black and sexy, the JFK and Jackie of African-American and cool.
“Dr. J and Turq.”
Erving writes that while he was faithful at the outset of his marriage, by 1978, when he met sportswriter Samantha Stevenson in the Philadelphia 76ers’ locker room, he had long been straying.
He and Turq were still celebrating the birth of their son, Cory, in 1981, when a letter arrived informing him that Stevenson had a baby girl, named Alexandra, and Erving was the father. A paternity test proved her out.
Turq didn’t take it well.
“‘You f—ing pig,’ and she is pounding me, hurling punches that I’m trying to parry with my arms crossed over my chest, I’m backing up, until finally I’m against the cabinet. . . .
“Turquoise and I have some violent fights. A man can’t win these fights. If I hit back, then that only enrages Turq more and she’s going to start swinging harder.”
Turq’s terms were that Erving would support the child according to a lawyer’s agreement. Alexandra was not to be told who her father was, and Erving was never to contact mother or child. Samantha received $4,000 a month until Alexandra turned 18, with a promise of private school tuition.