Myra Panache's book of original stories, "Book 1: Short Stories" has been released. The club had three floors with a private VIP area, a cigar club and an backgammon club nestled on the top floor. Donna Summer, Cher and Bette Midler patronized the club when they were performing in town yet despite their celebrity status, Denise "Vanity" Matthews was treated like royalty and was considered the Queen of the Club.
Vanity had yet to achieve fame but her looks attracted industrialists, corporate raiders, millionaires, billionaires, celebrities and athletes. Vanity had her run of the place and often received free drinks, courtesy of management.
Drug traffickers also offered her free samples; later, she had to pay for drugs. Israeli hit men, gorgeous guys and international female models were also in attendance.
This club was so notorious that it was blown up one early morning. And Harold Arviv the owner-married to a very rich woman went to prison. Two teenage girls were on a plane when they noticed a young woman in dark sunglasses who had boarded the plane in Philadelphia and took a seat directly ahead of them.
One of the girls said that she thought the woman sitting ahead of them was the famous Tammi Terrell. Of course, her friend said, "That can't be Tammi Terrell. Eventually the first girl agreed with her and said, "She's too thin. And besides, I heard that Tammi died in the hospital. That was when her friend dared to prove her point and told the girl, "If you're so sure it's her, why don't you ask her then?
She had her back turned, so the girl timidly tapped the woman on the shoulder. The girl continued her conversation by saying, "You look a lot like her but Is that what you were about to say? The woman added while laughing, "Well, if Tammi Terrell is dead, then you girls are looking at a ghost. But what surprised the girls was not that they had met Tammi Terrell, nor that Ms. Terrell had heard their entire conversation.
But the reaction came closer to the truth than either of the girls had realized. Tammi Terrell told Ebony magazine in an autumn issue that a similar thing had happened to her while she was standing backstage waiting to be announced to the audience. She overheard a woman at a nearby table explaining to her friends that this couldn't possibly be the real Tammi Terrell, as she'd heard that she had died.
Tammi said that this incident really shook her up, but apparently she still performed. The Lucky Lion was the hot spot in Oakland 's's. The club was littered with civilians, celebrities and local underworld figures.
According to Mark Skillz: Everything I will tell you in this story is the truth. Even the parts that are hard to believe are the truth — the gospel truth. Right up the street from the Oakland airport is Hegenberger Ave. One side of Hegenberger is dotted with restaurants, banks, hotels, gas stations, fast food spots and the entrance to the Oakland Coliseum.
Just over the hill is where things get residential. But back down toward the airport on the corner of Hegenberger and Edgewater is a motel that has seen better days. Every pimp, player, mack, hustler, drug dealer and anyone else into something crooked could be found in there right beside the hard working everyday man.
At one table could be the gentlemen drug kingpin Felix Mitchell pictured directly above , head of the then infamous 69 Mob, surrounded by his people. All three of the brothers were in it — they were pimps. Somewhere in between the clouds of cigar smoke and whatever else would no doubt be undercover law enforcement.
Besides cocaine Oakland was more so famous at that time for being the birthplace of the Black Panther Party. Huey Newton had a raging cocaine addiction. Sometime during the fall of the Panthers, Huey took to extorting drug dealers. Pushers had to pay a tax to the party in order to operate in the city. However, like any other group of Americans, Black drug dealers took serious exception to paying tax to anyone. Therefore they went to war. In fact from what I hear he went looking for fights.
So dig this atmosphere: Felix Mitchell at one table, Mickey Mo at another and Huey across from them. Now like I said, Huey was extorting drug dealers back then, not just any drug dealers mind you, but those drug dealers.
Guns were pulled, tables were turned over, shots were fired it was like the Wild West. Right next door to the Lucky Lion was an establishment called the Edgewater Motel. Now you can only imagine with all the pimps, drug dealers and gangsters right next door what was going on at the Edgewater, right? Fast forward to late October early November of I was a twenty-year-old security guard.
At that time there was a Crab Shack restaurant in place of the Lucky Lion. When I opened the front door there was a lobby full of impatient East Indians. I hear the music from the Crab Shack. I was too young to go to the Lucky Lion when it was open, so I got my stories about the place second and third hand.
There is a sliding glass door in the back of every room that faces the pool area. From what I could see all of the lights were on in every room. They told me to patrol the pool area so I did. I sat there listening to the music for a while thinking about the stories I heard about the fights and champagne and cocaine. Photos of Felix Mitchell and his crew of lieutenants seated at a table smiling for the camera while holding up glasses of bubbly.
Now all of that is over. While rounding the corner on my first patrol I heard some finger snaps: She was dancing in front of a mirror in the center of the room wearing a mans dress shirt.
It was damn near winter, I was wearing a heavy jacket and this guy was standing outside at night while the cool breeze was blowing with nothing on! I immediately went to the management office, but gone was the East Indian family and there in the lobby behind the desk was an Asian gentleman — watching a porno with the volume on full blast.
You wanna be discrete when you view that shit. But not this guy. Here he was — at work mind you, watching porn, this chick had a mouthful of dick and all the sounds and whatever have you, and he acted like I disturbed him!
Go sit by the pool and watch. Just make sure no one breaks into the rooms. And back to full blast the porn went as the door swung open. I took a seat by the pool and was shocked by what I saw that night. It turns out the Edgewater Motel was a swingers motel. People had sex in the rooms with the lights on and curtains open. There were mirrors on the walls and on the ceilings. People would gather round and watch couples engaged in the act. Often times the people would join in.
That was the craziest shit I ever saw in my life. To be honest with you after that experience, I could never be involved in swinging. Sometime around three in the morning I called into the headquarters and told them what was going on there. They had no idea what kind of establishment this place had been. They needed to see for themselves. I went back there a few more times, I finally stopped going when on one slow night this dude decided he wanted somebody to watch him wack off.
I left there and never went back. Barbaric techniques were used to make the game last longer. Black female babies were believed to be better for the game because they were considered more whiny and weak compared to boy babies.
Many black slave mothers were forced into breast feeding the babies before the game took place. According to the adults who ran the game, breast fed babies were more likely to vomit and cry from the blows inflicted upon them by the white children. The above photo depicts a double lynching that took place in Mississippi in April The men were falsely accused of murdering a white man. Carol DiPasalegne was an exceptional young lady. She was a former model who took over commentator duties for the Ebony Fashion Fair and she was a United Airlines flight attendant and she performed as Carol Denmark at the Playboy Club in Chicago.
In the 's, DiPasalegne lived a jet set lifestyle and traveled the world. She had famous friends and was well liked and then she was murdered.
Herbert Cammon, 35, no photo available was acquitted of murder charges after a bench trial before Judge Thomas Maloney. At first, he told police that he had no life insurance on his wife, former model and nightclub singer Carol DiPasalegne.