KING-MAG.COM: Part 5 of 5 - White Lines
Tuesday, September 9th, 2008JFK, Jr. and The End of Griselda and Charles’ Romance
After the confrontation, I stepped my game up. I’m doing my own thing on the side in the Bay Area, we reachin’ from LA to Seattle. She’s laying dope on me as fast as I can sell it. Time progresses. Griselda had a hitman named Rivi, one of the most feared assassins ever to step foot in Miami. Anytime Griselda had a problem, she’d get Rivi on the phone. He was doing life in prison already for a numer of murders. [The State of Florida] came at Rivi with some open homicides: “Either you keep your mouth shut and go to Death Row; or tell us about Griselda Blanco and we’ll cut some of your time off.”
Rivi decided to become a State’s Witness against Griselda. He gave [Miami] Homicide a detailed list of everybody she killed or put contracts on. She was scheduled to get out of jail in two or three years, then Rivi decided to flip. Griselda was a psychological wreck: “They’re not gonna let me out of prison.” I told her, “we can spend $30 million on the defense, get the best lawyers in the world to represent you. Rivi’s a convicted murderer, no jury will believe him. You’ll get acquitted.”
Griselda’s very stubborn, she doesn’t know what ‘no’ means. She had this idea of kidnapping John F. Kennedy, Jr. in Manhattan and holding him for ransom until she was safe in Colombia. I said, “Griselda, I sell drugs. I’m not trying to kidnap him or nobody else.” What she was trying to do? That’s life in jail, period. I got kids I was trying to raise. If I get arrested selling drugs, that’s what I chose to do, but for a bitch to twist my arm—“Nigga, you gon’ be a part of this.”—that’s when I began to back up from Griselda. This is 1996, 1997. I was tired. I had millions of dollars but I had lost a lot of time with my kids. I was unhappy. I just wanted to be normal, put that bullshit behind me and reclaim some semblance of my life. The life of a dope dealer is usually three to five years long and I had shattered that two times over.
Florida subpoenaed me but I didn’t give them any relevant information. I didn’t need or want to sink Griselda’s already-distressed ship. I just wanted peace in my life. During the deposition, the lead prosecutor’s secretary, Sherri Rossbeck slipped me her phone number. We engaged in a sexual encounter. On the eve of Griselda’s trial in Florida, Rivi started having phone sex with Sherri. I wasn’t a bit surprised—I knew what I had done to the bitch in my hotel room. But the prosecution was handcuffed, it fucked their case up, so Griselda walked away after seven years in 2004.





