Who knew NJ would play a role in the George Bush pardon parade. It’s standard practice for President’s to issue pardon’s at the end of their term and inevitably there are eyebrows raised. The pardon of New Jerseyan John Forte has caught the attention of some and made the Rachel Maddow Lame Duck Watcht:
Apparently he’s got some good friendships and the right schooling. In 2002, Rolling Stone did a Jail House interview with Forte which paints him in a very positive light, but also sheds more details on what sent him to prison:
To make ends meet, Forte spun one night a week at the Manhattan nightclub Veruka, as a celebrity DJ. It was there, one Thursday in 2000, that Forte met a bald-headed thirty-five-year-old drug dealer named Chris Thompson. A native of Jamaica, Thompson needed some new, reliable couriers, preferably female, to handle what he called “stuff.” John Forte knew many females.
Alerted by a tipster at a local hotel, police in Harlingen, Texas, stopped two of those young women on July 12th, 2000, as they made their way back to New York. Drug Enforcement Administration agents in Houston opened their suitcases and discovered thirty eight-by-ten freezer packs filled with a bluish-green liquid — liquid cocaine, a form of the drug favored in the trade because it is difficult for both dogs and X-ray machines to detect.
The DEA made a deal with the couriers, who called Forte in New York. “Put the ice cream in the tub,” he said, and told them to fly to Newark International Airport. Cell-phone records show twenty-two calls between Thompson and Forte that day. Agents arrested Forte the next morning at Newark, after he dropped the “ice cream”-filled cases into the trunk of a taxi.
Forte always maintained that he thought it was cash, but the fact remains that he was convicted for the cocaine rap. As our readers pointed out in the thread earlier, not everyone would get this treatment. It’s gotta be good to know people so that your time served could be halved after having 31 pounds of liquid cocaine. I know I didn’t go to the right schools and I don’t think my friends would be too helpful, so I better steer clear of those suitcases.