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brought in some paper which I signed and Jack said "You are on the payroll".

Artie and Mitch and I got along famously. Mitch was a powerful distinct leader on Lower East side and Artie was President of his club.

It was really from watching them operate until I met up with Hilda Stokely, that I found out what democratic politics was all about.

And that little assignment with Jack, well, for the next three year from that day on I never ate a meal in my house and I never left Jack's side.

Now let's get on to the trial-after I had been in Jack's employ for awhile I went to his home on west 110th Street. The place was not the most lavish I had visited in my assignments following Jack around I was often entertained on Park Avenue and other luxious [[luxurious]] sections of the city.

Mr. Jack was after all, the Borough President of Manhattan and the highest Negro City official, so it was expected that he should live in a place that he could invite folks to come to.

It was not until after I had been in the office with Jack for a while that I found out that Edward Murrow who had a popular program visiting people in their home for his T.V. program wanted to interview Mr. Jack the minute he was elected Beep but when his staff visited Mr. Jack, the apartment was not on the scale he thought folks would like to see on TV, so they told Mr. Jack that they could not get their cameras in the apartment and the braodcast [[broadcast]] was never made.

Mr. Jack was no fool, he simply told me one day while conversing with him in the office that the first thing he and his wife wanted to do was fix their place up and they did.

And when I joined Mr. Jack the apartment was fixed up.

Well when the reformers and D.A. Scotti finally brought Jack to trial on those charges I was the most shocked person in Harlem. It happened one Friday when the late Ted Posten accosted me in the elevator on the 20th floor of the Municipal building to inform me that Mr. Jack was to be indicted, Ted wanted to know if I were around the day Jack threw out some reporters out of the office for asking him about the apartment. This was also a shock to me because Old Ted, whom I knew from Washington, and who at that time was the New York Post's favorite Negro reporter; was working me for some facts the reporters from his paper had failed to get.

The truth was I knew none. Mr. Jack

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