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HEARNAP — Part 38
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thera and sisters, many of them very viclent people, and they would not forget.
People kept trying to kill him. Getting shot at wan not an unusual event, par-
ticularly while driving an automobile. There io a bullet hole in the roof of
his old Cadillac with a trajectory that says he was fired upon from in front,
the second story of a building on the right side of the street. The bullet, a
large one, probably fired from a rifle, must have passed within incheo of his
head, Sally Voye'ts car was riddled with bullets from a .45 calibre pistol as
he, Pat, and Malcolm miraculously escaped a small barrage. These were both
planned ambushes and the size of the bullets plainly says that someone was
very serious. Everybody seems to agree that: "Popeye had a lot of enemies"’;
the kind who don't care if they blow away a three year old child or an inno-
cent bystander. That kind of hatred can only be personal.
Popeye continued to grow. He was able to talk of his recent pant in these
terms: "I was on a hell of an ego trip at that point. I was putting forth
the image of Popeye Jackson, not thinking about the comrades who were locked -
down inside nleo. It took me a long time to get my shit together. Gradually,
my politicnl level, my conscience level, began to be raised to a level of
awareness and I saw that it wasn't juct me that needed help.’ I saw that a lot
of people needed help, All these things began to help me get my shit together.”
and, he talked about prisons: '...I've seen them use pick axe handles to just
beat people. J saw them knock out a convict named Robert, juot knocked his eye
clean out of the socket. When I was in Folsom, I saw... comrades shot... for
fistfighting. In some of these instances, they wasn't even fighting, they was
horse playing. The pig said: “I thought they was fighting", and shot them, It's
the only place in the world where people are shot for a fistfight. Anywhere men
and women conrpregate, there's foing to he disputes that's gonna lead to fisti-
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