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Children cannot choose their parents, but they can choose how they want to live. Lola, after finding herself in a bad place, decided she would take control of her life. She was ready to fight. At the same time, she discovered the love of a man she had wished for. He walked right into her life. Lola was saved by her family, love, and God.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
Date de parution	30 septembre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645367086
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Criminal Defense
Alice J. Harris-Wood
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-09-30
Criminal Defense About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright © Alice J. Harris-Wood (2019) Introduction The Beginning Generation of Criminals
About the Author

Alice J. Harris-Wood is the founder of The Fisher House, a group home for seniors. She wanted a place they could call home which provided all services at an affordable price. As a high school teacher, local civic leader, and church music director, she excelled. She is well known in her town and surrounding areas for many years of dedicated service. Her dedication and success came from having a strong family foundation.
About the Book
Children cannot choose their parents, but they can choose how they want to live. Lola, after finding herself in a bad place, decided she would take control of her life. She was ready to fight. At the same time, she discovered the love of a man she had wished for. He walked right into her life. Lola was saved by her family, love, and God.
Dedication
In loving memory of my uncle, Harvey Harris, who was a very kind and loving man, a man who knew the past and was not afraid to share the family history.
Copyright © Alice J. Harris-Wood (2019)
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
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Harris-Wood, Alice J.
Criminal Defense
ISBN 9781643781525 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781643781532 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645367086 (ePub e-book)
The main category of the book — FICTION / Crime
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019911577
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Introduction
Criminals are among us all but Lola was a criminal by way of genetic defect. She was born to be a criminal and only her family history would set her free from going to jail for a long time or maybe for life.
Lola was desperate and she needed to reveal the crimes of her forefathers in order to avoid going to jail. This is a story about love, revenge, murder, racketeering, prostitution, and many other crimes that were committed by the Harrison family dating back to the early 1900s.
Each generation was of career criminals who loved that lifestyle. Lola never tried to be anything but a criminal until she found herself sitting in a dark, smelly jail cell. The past had caught up with her. She was the first of the entire family of criminals to land in a jail holding cell.
The Harrison family, throughout the years, had to overcome many challenges in order to survive. Each generation changed the way they made money, handled criminal activities, and passed the wealth down to the next generation. Along with wealth, they passed the criminal genes. Each generation loved that life.
As the family history was passed down to the next generations and as the family members fell in love and got married, the color of the family changed. This family never showed any signs of being prejudiced and in fact did not even think about color. It was only a problem when outsiders became aware that this was an interracial family made up of black and white family members.
The Harrison family endured many ups and downs but always landed on their feet. At the end, the family came to Lola’s defense, starting with the forefathers. This story is all about a family of criminals and how they came together to save Lola.
Alice J. Harris Wood is the youngest of thirteen children whose parents were from Littleton, N.C. Her father, mother, uncles, and aunts did whatever it took to survive. If it meant being a criminal, that is how they lived. Many of the fictional characters and events came from actual family criminal behaviors. The Harrison family members were true survivors. None of them ever went to jail, not even Lola.
The Beginning Generation of Criminals
‘This is a dark place, the voices are loud, and it is cold and dirty. How did I allow myself to become part of this? Does anyone care? I hope no one touches me. If they do, I will scream, but will anyone hear? Deep down inside of me, I know my life has been wrong, but am I responsible or was it in my genes?’ Lola’s conversation with herself caused tears to flow down her pretty, cream-colored, small, smooth face. Her hair was without any shape but it was still pretty, even though it needed a good shampooing.
Lola sat quietly in the corner on the floor, hoping that the love of her life would come and rescue her. She waited and waited and no one came. ‘Does anyone care?’ she said to herself. She could hear different names being called, but not hers. Lola knew that in order to survive, she had to save herself. At that moment, she relaxed and accepted the fact that this was the holding cell for jail. Her next move would be leaving to go up to the big house (jail).
‘I must understand my past in order to defend my future,’ thought Lola. ‘Who can I turn to, who knows the past? How did I become a gangster, a madam¸ and a drug kingpin all in one body and end up in jail maybe for life? Oh, I know the past because of what my grandparents left behind.’
Lola looked up from her small space in the cell and there was a tall, good-looking young man who looked like he just stepped out of a magazine. His body was that of an athlete and she could smell his cologne that was lightly covering his body. His light golden skin and bedroom eyes made him a very handsome man. As he was kneeling down towards her, Lola thought, ‘Is he the one?’
‘He is a black man, but I believe he is the right man for me,’ thought Lola.
“Are you Miss Lola?” asked the man softly.
“Yes,” replied Lola, “and are you my prince who has come to rescue me?”
“Rescue, I don’t know but defend you, yes. You are accused of racketeering, drugs selling, prostitution, and illegal liquor sales etc.”
With his head low, Ted spoke in a very low voice so that others could not hear him. “This is my first case with such heavy charges. I am a specialist in traffic violations and was forced to handle this case for my boss. My boss is a good friend of your Uncle Nick and he was asked to get you out of this mess at any cost.”
“Then congratulations, you are a winner on your first criminal case. I got it all figured out. Just listen to my story and follow my lead. I come from good stock. Redd’s children did not produce any dummies. You go and come back with a tape recorder and I will tell my story and the court will be understanding.”
“I have a tape recorder with me,” said Ted. “Start from the beginning.”
“Redd was my grandfather. He was an Irishman from Harrisonville, N.C.”
Sitting in this dark corner, not wanting anyone to touch her, and smelling bad odors brought back memories of her family’s past which created a hot fire in her chest that only the truth could put out. The bootlegging, speakeasies, the ladies of the night, and the reputation of not giving a damn was all turning around in her head.
She took a deep breath and decided if she could explain her ancestry to this man and the court, then an angel from heaven would descend upon her and raise her up from this hellhole and lead her on to live a righteous life. This was all that she had that she could hold on to.
"I believe it all started around early 1900s when my grandfather was a teenager. They called him Redd because he had red skin with dark, curly black hair. He was Irish. My father would say, ‘My father was the godfather of the South and he was a genius and I loved him. He was my role model. When I grow up, I want to be just like him.’
"My father got his wish because he was a chip off the old block. He was the godfather of the South, South Harrisonville County.
"‘Do not drop any of that corn or the husk because we need it all. I have two types of moonshine to make, one for the blacks and one for the whites. This farm is a moneymaker, not a money-loser. I pay good wages for a good day’s work. If you cannot work, you will be replaced now and not tomorrow. Therefore, keep pushing and keep working,’ said Redd as he looked over his workers.
"‘Redd, the moonshine orders are coming in faster than we can make the liquor,’ said his foreman.
"‘Keep the orders coming, we can build more stills. Call Harry and tell him to get over here, now. He needs to set up three more stills.’
"According to my father, Redd was a fair man who migrated here from the old country and believed in a day’s work for a day’s pay. If you could not do the work, then you were out of here. Deep in the swamp, the stills were laid out and organized like tombstones in a graveyard. One side produced the mild stuff that was made from corn and the other side produced the hellfire that was said to put hair on your chest; it was made from the cornhusk.
"Redd said to his operator, ‘I do not care if the blacks buy the hellfire; if they got the money, then we got the time to sell. Money is money. I don’t give a damn where it comes from. White power, black power, but green power is the only power that counts to me.’
“As the sun went down, many of the white men from the area would visit ‘Redd’s Do Drop Inn’ and chill out from a long hard day’s work. ‘Welcome, have a good time but do not