IBO by Brian R. Lundin (the best books of all time .txt) 📕

and anyone else who get in their way. I read in the Chicago Sun-Times this morning about a little white boy sitting on his steps and got shot in the head. The police called it a gang-related shooting. They arrested two little tack heads that claimed they were not shooting at the little boy but someone else. I do not think that excuse will make it any easier on the parents. Of course the police and everybody else are calling for a crackdown on drugs and gangs and believe me when white folks start writing letters to their congressmen, the mayor and the chief of police they are going to do something.”
“Yep it is a bunch of shit,” Cinque said.
“Ok, what you suggest?” Pops said.
“Set up a meeting for me with the Board and I will explain my plan to them.”
“Done,” Pops said.
Eventually the drug reached the white community, white college students became drug dealers for Pops and white and Hispanic gangs started to fight over turf and like in the black community, the drive-by killings was starting to occur in the white community. Innocent white children were being killed in these random shootings. The white community was outraged and they pressured the mayor and the police department to do something, they tried, but the violence continued. The federal government assigned more agents to Chicago in response to this drug and violence crisis, they arrested hundreds of gangbangers and drug dealers, but nothing stopped the violence. Ibo started to invade other areas of the country; New York, Los Angeles, Detroit. It was in all the major cities in the country and had started to be sold in small towns like Warsaw, Indiana and Stuttgart, Arkansas, the hometown of Senator Warren, Jr.
Two days later, Malik and Pops met with the Board of Governors at the South Shore Hotel located at 79th South Shore Drive, one of the many businesses owned by the State Street Boys.
The Board consisted of ten members all long-time gang members and fiercely loyal to the gang and their leader who was serving three life sentences in a federal prison. They were the ultimate authority in the gang. The members were seated at a large conference table when Malik entered and was given the gang sign by Pops who was seated at the head of the table.
Pops was the first member to speak, “I have told the board of your suggestion Malik would you explain it?”
“With the violence that is going on throughout the country and the government vowing to crack down on gangs and drug dealers I think it is time to think about reorganizing our thing. The board does not have control over some of our younger members and they are running wild, shooting people, even fellow members. My proposal is simple; disband the gang, get out of the retail end of our business and deal strictly with supply. Our product is all over the country and our people are the dealers, this is getting dangerous. The feds eventually are going to get one of our people to turn and come after you. What I’m suggesting is we divide the country into ten districts one for each of you and you will be the head of your district and you set it up anyway you want, but I would suggest you insulate yourself with layers of players between you and the actual street dealer. The product will only be delivered to you and you will distribute it, set the price and everything else. I will have the product delivered to you only and you will wire transfer the money to a numbered account in an African and Asian bank. One kilo will cost you three million dollars, but a kilo contains a million pills. If you sell the pills for say, $25.00 each, that’s nearly a twenty percent profit. Out of that profit margin, each of you also will wire a million dollars to another account. That account is for the developer of the product and will enable him to continue his research, that’s it,” Malik said as he sat down.
Clinton McCoy was the senior board member and was one of the founders of the State Street Boys. He was highly respected by the other board members who generally followed his lead. Clinton spoke first.
“Who will decide who get what district, some districts will be better than others?”
“You’ll will. You will decide how to compensate the less productive districts,” Malik answered.
“How will we get the product?”
“It will be delivered. I will give you an encrypted cell phone number, you order what you need and after the money is wired the product will be delivered wherever you want.”
McCoy nodded his head and looked around the room at the other members who also nodded their head.
“Sounds good to me,” Pops said.

“We’ll vote on your suggestion and get back with you Malik,” Pops said.
A week later Pops and Cinque met Malik at the playground.
“It’s a go,” Pops said.
The State Street Boys were disbanded and the Governors were assigned districts. Ibo was everywhere. Even the most unproductive districts were making nearly a billion dollars a year, Malik was making billions, and billions were going to Dr. Lumody, Eli and Diki.
Malik awaken early one morning, the blazing sun that heated the day was still asleep, and the air was moist and cool. He quietly slipped out the bed, went into the kitchen, and made himself a cup of coffee. He looked around the apartment and he could feel Joyce’s presence, how he loved and missed his little sister who had gotten married and moved with her husband a dentist, and their two kids, a boy named after him and a girl named Naomi to Biloxi, Mississippi where he opened a dental clinic.
For some unexplained reason Malik felt alone, his mom had died while in prison of an overdose of drugs, how she got the drugs while in prison was never determined but he missed both of them. His younger brother John had been released from prison and Malik had told him not to go back to Robert Taylor homes, but he did and was made a governor of the gang. Askido had moved in with him and they were planning a small wedding later during the summer. Eli and Yolanda had moved back to Indiana and he had only one client, Malik, and his yearly retainer were one billion dollars. Mack had died unexpectedly from a heart attack while fishing and Maggie had moved in with Yolanda and Eli, and spent her day with their two little girls, Maggie, and Grace. Billy had gotten married and had moved away to Portland Oregon and was a computer repairman with a leading computer company.
Diki laundered the large amount of cash that Malik and Eli was getting into his businesses. Malik also sent generous anonymous donations to the Taylor Clinic and to the Harvard scholarship fund. Pops was killed by a member of his own gang, a disgruntled drug dealer who wanted a higher percentage of his sell of Ibo, he was found one morning floating in one of the ponds in Washington Park located on the South Side. By the year 2025 at the age of forty, Malik Johnson a former gangbangers and a product of Chicago public housing was one of the richest men in the world.
John worked with Malik and delivered the drugs to the district governors. Malik only involvement with Ibo was the importation of it. Malik got thirty percent of the entire sell nationwide. The commissioners, from their percentage paid Diki, Eli and Doctor Lumody, through Malik. Malik and Askido very seldom was in Chicago, they traveled the world and Cinque was their bodyguard.

Chapter 37

Because of the white public outcry over gang and drug violence
In their community, government officials began to take notice of the problem. Blacks had been subjected to this violence for years but the drive-by shootings and the killing of innocent black people by black people were usually relegated to the back pages of the newspapers. It had become so common in the black community that even blacks had gotten use to it, they were concerned, but what could they do. Community groups that organized marches on drug house or identified the drug dealers were subjected to intimidation, beatings and killings, but when this violence started to affect the white community, now everybody was concerned. The drive-bye shootings and the gang and drug violence in the white communities of the country got immediate media coverage, congressmen started to receive threatening letters from their constituents and the mayors and governors were demanding the federal government do something.
President William S. Tolland came from a political family, his father, James B. Tolland was a long time senator from Virginia, and he could trace his family tree back to the revolutionary war. President Tolland father and Senator Reginald Warren, Sr. were good friends and served in the Senate together. Their sons became good friends and the president often consulted with the senator on national issues. President Tolland graduated from Princeton University and was a three-time governor of Virginia before being elected President of the United States in 2017. He was the ultimate politician, always smiling and was loved by the media.
He was remarkably handsome, over six feet tall and had large deep blue piercing eyes that contained a hint of mischief and he had an impressive deep voice. At fifty years of age, he still had what some of his female admirers called an “erudite” appeal. In college Tolland had been an outstanding swimmer on the Princeton swim team that had won collegiate swimming championships and he still had the body of a swimmer, slim waist and strong legs and thighs that he avidly maintained by swimming fifty laps, twice a day in the White House Pool. His college teammates called him the “Shark”- which was a reference to his lightning speed in the water and his highly competitive nature. A strand of his thick white hair was always out of place, adding to his sex appeal according to his National Security Advisor and main confidant, Mrs. Lorine Barnes.
President William S. Tolland called a special session of congress and instructed Senator Reginald Warren, Jr. to give a report on the findings of his committee. After six months of investigation by the senator’s committee, he addressed both houses of congress.
Senator Warren, Jr. speech started out slow and deliberate. His deep baritone voice study,
“My fellow congressmen, members of the media and observers, welcome. We are at war and I use the word war purposefully, and you might as well know right now, where I am coming from with all this. Violent, drug and gang related crimes are a scourge on our society that has become intolerable.
We are facing the greatest menace of our time and the most serious threat to our civilized society, since the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001. This threat is not from some foreign enemy on foreign soil, not in some distant countries whose name we cannot pronounce, find on a map, or understand their language or culture. We are at war in our own country with a ruthless,