Charles Cosby : From Early Childhood to Cocaine And Hustlin’
Sat, Aug 23, 2008
EARLY CHILDHOOD
My story began December 22, 1967 at the Fresno, California community hospital. Eight-months later my parents packed up the tiny house on Jensen Street and moved the family to Brookfield Village. Months thereafter I celebrateChildhoodd my first birthday. I was too young to remember but I’m sure it was a blast. I was the youngest child of four and from what I’ve been told by mother we were an idyllic family that attended church, went on camping trips and took family vacations. But with father’s homosexual affairs coming to light coupled with his increasing drug use, the marriage fell apart – and so did our lives. A year after my family and me settled into Brookfield my father walked out on his family with only the clothes on his back and photo’s of the men he dated. We became just another broken family in urban America raised by a single mother.
Growing up, I attended several schools. The first of which was Brookfield elementary, and then James Madison middle school. I was an above average student. From the time I was in 7th grade I dreamed of a career as a lawyer. Even then I knew basic law. But while enrolled at John C. Fremont High School, and while the crack cocaine epidemic swept across black America my career goals changed. I went from aspiring to defend criminals to becoming a criminal.
BECOMING A DRUG DEALER
During the time crack-cocaine exploded onto the streets of Oakland creating wealth for many of my childhood friends, I hungered to be a part of this deadly new enterprise. It had a type of a magnetic Charlesallure that was inescapable. This was about the time I begun my career as a street hustler. With an ounce of consigned merchandise I not only learned the ropes quickly, but I sold the merchandise almost as fast. After reimbursing my associate I had $1000 to play with. The hunger and dedication eventually paid off. I opened my first crack-house in a geographical area of East Oakland long thought by many as the deadliest in the city. I oversaw a 24-by-7 operation. Those to frequent my place of business were thieves, murderers and crack whores – the dredges of society. I became quite well known throughout East Oakland’s flourishing drug trade. Charles Cosby’s first year in the business went off without a hitch. There were no arrests, and limited violence. This was rare for the deadly crack trade.
GRISELDA BLANCO
A remarkable figure in the annals of history, Griselda Blanco has left an indelible mark on the face of America. No criminal before or since has done more to destroy the social fiber of a nation than Griselda has done to urban America, and in some cases even the suburbs. She single handedly smuggled 300 tons of cocaine into the United States, causing the collapse of a many dream from Wall Street to Miami Beach.
In America’s ongoing war on drugs Griselda Blanco represented the most significant cocaine trafficker doing time in the big house. But it was business as usual for Blanco. From the confines of a cramped two person cell the crime-boss financed countless assassinations, paid bribes to the prison staff and trafficked unabated in cocaine. Blanco’s own estimates placed her yearly income as high $50 million.
Considering she’d been imprisoned the better part of 7-years that was an incredible accomplishment.
MEETING GRISELDA BLANCO
In early 1991, after having dealt drugs for over 7-years I met a Panamanian woman with former ties to the Godmother. The one-time cocaine dealer, and now adCosby & Griseldadict, wove some rather fascinating stories of Griselda Blanco. One such story centered on Blanco being a hardcore lesbian with harems of beautiful Latin women. I would later find this to be partly true – Blanco openly admitted to being bi-sexual. I also learned Blanco, although the liaison between black and Colombian dealers, and the fact she earned $100’s of millions riding the backs of African-American cocaine addicts, she despised blacks across the board. Not one African-American in Blanco’s storied career was allowed membership into the inner circle. Her organization was as off limits to Blacks as a southern country club membership. But Life for Charles Cosby would change with the stroke of a pen.
After nearly three months of endless phone calls and letters, the godmother extended me an invitation to meet with her.
A few days after the visit A courier for Blanco’s organization stood on my porch with two large boxes on either side of her. It was difficult to understand her broken English but there was no mistaking
the purpose of the visit. I scooped the boxes up and went inside the house. After slicing open the boxes I stood in awe, too elated to even move. The bricks of Cocaine were of the highest grade. The godmother kept her promise. Fucking unbeliDuffel Bagevable!
I went from having $2,000 – $3,000 in bank deposits to having $2 m – $3 m stashed in suitcases, hidden beneath floor boards and buried in backyards. And this was just the beginning. It was a fair assumption that at 24 I had more money than most people will see in a lifetime. It was not unusual for me to navigate through Brookfield Village in the dead of night with as much as $1 million in the trunks of the jalopies I drove.
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January 3rd, 2009 at 3:12 am
Hello Dot.
Congratulations. Happy New Year. I called you on January 1, 2009.
I have been thinking of our family, of you and Mama.
I will talk to you later.
May GOD Bless us always. Some of Mama’s favorites: Please read Psalm 18:6-14, 23, 91, 121, Isaiah 41:10-13, and Ephesians 6:10-18.
I’ll speak with you soon.
Love,
your brother,
Big Keith
May 28th, 2009 at 6:13 am
Charles…i must say that you’re a true inspiration to me after seeing cocaine cowboys 2.
Ive been raised in the projects since im a youth…and i know alot of people in the business and been part of it my self…but i dont think im ever going to meet someone with a big motivation to go that far…and eventually realize that its time to let go.
And that is the point where i admire you the most.Because people now days people get too greedy,dont appreciate what they have…until they get big time or lose a loved one to the game…and even then,some of them dont get it.
I would love to talk to you…but i doubt you got time for that stills,you got your family to feed.I just wanted to let you know how much I admire the person that you were and the person that you have become.
Christina
June 20th, 2009 at 11:26 pm
I still love you!!! And im still your bitch even if we’re not going to be or meant to be!
I still admire you more than any man on this planet! Kisses & all my love daddy!!!
June 26th, 2009 at 9:26 am
I HAVE REALLY NO WORDS BUT I WANNA MEET YOU ….AND I THINK YOUR EXPERIENCE WAS VERY INTINSE……… I MUST SAY…
July 12th, 2009 at 9:36 am
I thought the video of you and your relationship with the Godmother was very entertaining. But having black sons of my own, I could not help but wonder the how you really see yourself. Are you proud of your past? Is it something you can really look back on and be happy when he time comes to cross over? Having had a colorful past myself, I know what cocaine does to people, families, lives, careers,etc. I admire your perserverence and dedication to suceeding and by golly you did! I give you that, you are still alive! Hardly no one lives to tell the story as you have. I have lost family members who also dealt drugs, and it was devastating to us! Now that you are done with that part of your life, have you done anything to give back to the community you made all that money from? What positive influences on the struggling black men in your community of today do you have. You are now in the position to. I am very neutral on the subject having been on both sides, I am just curious if you would share how you really feel about the whole thing.Thanks for the great video though, I will pray for you. GOD BLESS YOU!
July 23rd, 2009 at 9:48 pm
You are cool dude
September 23rd, 2009 at 9:26 am
must be nice
September 23rd, 2009 at 9:31 am
i also would like to rub shoulders with a legend.
October 14th, 2009 at 1:50 pm
Hey Charles
Yours is certainly a success story no doubt. But lets not confuse a successful black man in American with a drug selling black criminal from the slums which is what you were and I guess is what your legacy will always be!
Love you always
GB
October 19th, 2009 at 8:39 pm
whats up family, i just watched cocaine cowboys 2 and recognized you, from a long ass time ago u came through stockton with mack merl stay up game…..good 2 see u did alright for yourself charlie c.
November 24th, 2009 at 6:12 am
ALL My respect for you Charles and for The godmother too From the kingdom of jordan- middle east probably u never heard of it haha, May god protect you and bless you.
I didn’t know you till i watched this cowboy movie, Stories like yours gimme inspiration the most beautiful thing is to be a self made millionare to cut your life from the ghetto to the top man thats true sucsess.. People say a drug dealer is a devil well i dnt think theres smthing worse than corrupted cops and the and corrupted country leaders like corrupted senators 4 example they’re the fkin bad guys they’re the ones whom where masks of angels infront of the public and in the under world they’re a nasty motherfukers at least drug dealers dnt pretend they’re nice in matter of fact a drug dealer is bad guy since the day he was born, when u sell dope u dnt force people to buy it, they want it so we give it to them, it’s like a supermarket people come and shop, fuck country laws y should we listen to those fkin losers they aint shit , those who put laws those who run this anti narcotics shit they’re a fuckin devils undercover of human beings.. here in this country every motha fuka wana be a drug dealer think it’s cool or fun.. for me to be a drug dealer u should be Smart And the most important thing is to be man he should be tough .. those block dealers or da hood dealers i feel sorry for them they all wana be’s its even to be a lord or fuck the whole thing cause a drug dealer have to be supported it’s not in having so 9 mm or a fukin uzi it should be organized it should be planed to it should be tough cause i’s real life not a fukin hollywood movie.. i’m 21 years old and i’m doin my work good i made it out the ghetto but the pay isnt enough cuz jordan ain’t the place to get money tht’s y my dream is to go the united states i have relatives in florida-tampa and miami i will do my goal when i get there even though it’s hard for me cause i’m an arab but i believe that if u believe in what ur doing u’ll do anything you want to…. i wish i was alive through your legacy i would’ve been ur right hand and fall with you if u gona fall i’ll take bullets instead of you brother…i hate fkin snithces they’re pussies i would go to jail with my real brother if i have to, never sell my brother even to death…
i really respect you brother and the godmother i dont think anything you did was wrong neither she u both made it out of the ghetto and became a king and queen never forget that man kiddnaping kennedye’s kid that’s wow i dono what to say that’s the most crazy shit but there nthn immposible rit…
I really hope ur doin good ur health is good, god bless you brother you and your family..
Hope to see you one day in the future and brother Takecare of yoself and shoot the’m motherfukin cops god i hate them
Goodbye Charles..
Sincerly yours, YAS