y'all think Frank Matthews still alive?

[Ol’Otis]

Frank "Black Caesar" Matthews (born February 13, 1944) is a major heroin and cocaine trafficker who operated throughout the eastern seaboard during the late 1960s and early 1970s. At the peak of his career he operated in 21 states and supplied major dealers throughout every region of the country. Although there is more attention paid to other drug kingpins of the era, Frank Matthews is said by the DEA to be one of the most significant traffickers of the time. He led a flamboyant lifestyle, with large sable mink coats, prime seats at major sporting events, luxury vehicles, and regular trips to Las Vegas where he was treated like a king. Matthews would also become known for hosting a major African-American drug dealers "summit" in Atlanta in 1971. The attendee list, gathered by DEA surveillance, was a who's who of most major African-American and Hispanic dealers throughout the country; they were all there to discuss how to break the Italian Mafia's control of heroin importation so that black drug dealers would not have to rely on them in the future.

this dude here ghost.......like really ghost not a peep not a sound not nada

he's like the only drug king pin you rarely hear about

 

[Devil Plisken…CMS]

Was this the one they said dressed up like a lady to go check his fam?

 

[Ol’Otis]

Was this the one they said dressed up like a lady to go check his fam?

wait what?


i never heard this

 

[Crispy]

yeah i've always wondered

either the plug killed him

he really turned and the feds used him to get everyone else and now he owns a dry cleaners in nebraska

or this dude is sitting on a beach somewhere laughing his ass off

either way they sure as hell don't like to talk about him

 

[Devil Plisken…CMS]

wait what?


i never heard this

If this the Frank from North Carolina I read something years ago saying the town rumor where he's from was he would go to visit his family dressed as a woman not to tip off police

 

[Ol’Otis]

he really turned and the feds used him to get everyone else and now he owns a dry cleaners in nebraska

either way they sure as hell don't like to talk about him

not a fukkin peep...like he was abducted by aliens

If this the Frank from North Carolina I read something years ago saying the town rumor where he's from was he would go to visit his family dressed as a woman not to tip off police

smart shyt

this dude might be still in North America

 

[head shots101]

Man I always wondered this shyt...we need a movie about him

 

[Ol’Otis]

we need a movie about him

shyt would be



but shyt we need a few films about other black crime figures
Stephanie St.Claire,The Coucil, Chicago number runners

they supposed to be doing one on Bumpy Johnson

 

[Doobie Doo]

I seen him in Kroger buying groceries

 

[head shots101]

shyt would be



but shyt we need a few films about other black crime figures
Stephanie St.Claire,The Coucil, Chicago number runners

they supposed to be doing one on Bumpy Johnson

Council? Nicky Barnes team?

 

[Ol’Otis]

Council? Nicky Barnes team?

yep

I seen him in Kroger buying groceries

how come you didnt say anything?

 

[Ol’Otis]

Justice Story: 'Black Caesar' Frank Matthews  


He got his start in the late 1950s stuffing poultry into gunny sacks in Tobacco Road chicken shacks. Success inspired him to drop out of seventh grade and put together his first criminal enterprise, a band of chicken-thief kids who operated on the poor side of Durham, N.C., his hometown.

Matthews got caught and spent a year in crime finishing school — the state juvenile reformatory — then took his new know-how to North Philadelphia, where he hustled numbers in the shadow lottery.

He was a 21-year-old crime striver when he landed in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, in 1965. He operated out of a barber shop but didn’t waste time on hair. His interests were wholly illegit.

Matthews would loll at the barber pole and gripe that Italian mobsters were decimating Brooklyn’s black neighborhoods by selling heroin and cocaine.

So he started pushing the junk himself. Using a Latino crime ally, he forged a direct link to the French Connection heroin processing operations in Marseille and was ordained high priest of the new “Black Mafia” during an Atlanta sit-down in 1971. He led a sophisticated operation that imported pure heroin from Venezuela in 50-pound lots, dusting white powder over Bed-Stuy and other black neighborhoods from Atlanta to Boston.

Narcs eventually caught wind and put a wiretap on an apartment rented to Matthews at 130 Clarkson Ave. in Flatbush. They were expecting a modest bust since no one in law enforcement had ever heard of him until then.

 

[Ol’Otis]

But they were astonished to learn over the wire that Matthews was doing narcotics business in 21 states. In a few short years, he had gone from an obscure numbers runner to kingpin of what federal officials called the biggest black drug ring in the nation.

During a raid at one of his strongholds, a Brooklyn drug lab nicknamed “The Ponderosa,” investigators found a gargantuan heroin-packaging operation. The drug was cut with Mannitol and quinine in 32-gallon garbage cans, with a canoe oar used to stir. A half-pound of residue was found lying abandoned — too little to bother with.

Cops found a stock of 2.5 million glassine envelopes waiting to be filled with heroin. Informants said they had seen cash stacked eye-high in neat columns in a closet.

Matthews was not shy about his nouveau-narco wealth.

He formed two companies that went on real estate buying binges in New York and down South. He ensconced his longtime girlfriend, Barbara Hinton, and their three sons in a mansion on Buttonwood Road in Todt Hill, Staten Island, an exclusive precinct favored by majordomo Mafioso. He enjoyed $200,000-a-day gambling binges at Las Vegas casinos, which returned the favor by laundering his pillars of greenbacks.

He kept a fleet of luxury cars, favoring the Lincoln Continental Mark IV. He took “Mark IV” as a nickname. The press hung another one on him: “Black Caesar.”

 

[Ol’Otis]

He claimed income of $280,000 in 1972, but the IRS reckoned he was off by two decimal points. The feds said he owed $7 million in taxes for that year alone.

Matthews was arrested at the Las Vegas airport in January 1973 as he and a girlfriend, Cheryl Denise Brown, 23, were about to board a flight to Los Angeles to attend Super Bowl VII. Charged with tax evasion and conspiracy to distribute heroin and cocaine, he faced life behind bars.

A Las Vegas magistrate with common sense set his bail at $5 million after prosecutors warned that Matthews had cash stuffed in safe deposit boxes far and wide and was nearly certain to take the money and run.

But Matthews and his lawyer found a sucker on the federal bench in Brooklyn when he returned to New York in manacles on April 9. Judge Anthony Traviareduced the kingpin’s bail tp $325,000, and he was free that same day.

He was required to check in weekly in court, and he did so until June 26, 1973. By then he apparently had his finances in order, and he took a powder with girlfriend Brown, the daughter of New York public school teachers, leaving Hinton and his sons behind.

Matthews and Brown vanished — reportedly with as much as $20 million in cash at their disposal. A bundle of cash dressed in Christmas paper was delivered to the bail bondholder to get Matthews’ relatives off the hook for the $325,000.

In a new documentary film, “The Frank Matthews Story,” producer Ron Chepesiuk says there has not been a single substantiated sighting. Old gumshoes who worked the case say Matthews probably arranged access to offshore stashes, perhaps in the Bahamas or Cayman Islands.

Eight of his narcotics confreres were convicted of federal charges in 1975, including girlfriend Hinton, although her conviction was later overturned. Several other old pals were killed in mash-ups over the newly available drug turf.

Black Caesar was 29 years old when he disappeared. He is now 68 if he’s still alive — and many believe he is.

“I think he’s alive, but that’s just a hunch,” Chepesiuk said. “Amazingly, there is not one shred of solid evidence to suggest whether he’s alive or whether he’s dead.”

Matthews went back to where he came from: nowhere.

 

[Crispy]

The drug was cut with Mannitol and quinine in 32-gallon garbage cans, with a canoe oar used to stir.

hustlers everywhere looking down at they shopper rewards card they been using to mix they shyt