The Rat That Got Away
A Bronx Memoir
Publication Year: 2009
Published by: Fordham University Press
Title Page, Copyright
Before I begin my story, I would like to offer a few words about how I came to write this book. When I passed my 50th birthday, I found myself trying to understand how I had ended up in a safe and secure job 4,000 miles from where I’d grown up. I was doing...
The Rat That Got Away is the story of an extraordinary person who has lived an even more extraordinary life. Allen Jones grew up in the Lester Patterson Houses in the Bronx in the 1950s. Brought up in an intact, loving family and encouraged in his basketball career...
1. Bronx Beginnings
To tell this story right, I have to go back to the very beginning, back to my earliest memory. The year is 1955. I am 5 years old, and I’ve just awakened alone in my bed by the window. The morning light is drifting in, and I shiver a...
2. Oil and Water: An Unlikely Marriage
When I try to trace the strange and unexpected paths my life has taken, I find myself going back to my parents. They are not with me now in body, but they remain with me in spirit, guiding me in all the mysterious ways that parents do as the Lord...
3. Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child: Family
When I was growing up in the Patterson Houses, what today would be called child abuse was the almost universally practiced form of discipline among families in the Projects. Any child who was out of line could be smacked upside the head or kicked in the pants...
4. The Love of God and the Lure of the Streets
When you have a mother and father as different from each other as mine were, it’s not going to be easy figuring out who you are. For most of my life, I’ve been torn between God and the streets, feeling at one and the same time the pull...
5. The South Bronx by Day and Night
To understand how those streets claimed me, you have to understand the neighborhood I grew up in. The South Bronx, as it is known today, was not always called the South Bronx. That name, along with the stigma it carried, came after the riots...
6. Lost and Found: Welcome to the ’60s
When you lose your innocence, it rarely happens all at once. For me it was a very gradual process, triggered by events and circumstances I saw around me, as well as by contradictions in my personality. Just as my father’s story was typical...
7. The Rules of the Game
From here on out, dear reader, we are entering rough territory, both in word and in deed. The streets of the Bronx and Harlem in the early 1960s weren’t polite and were as risky as they were attractive to boys like me. What went on in the street...
8. The Lessons of Sex
The summer of 1963, just before I turned 13, marked the beginning of my double life. On the face of it, I had everything going for me: a strong family, athletic talent, and a neighborhood with plenty of youth programs and mentors...
9. Gains and Losses
Even as I was enjoying this new life that I’d never imagined, I was on the wrong road and going nowhere fast. My heart was down, my head had been turned around, and I’d lost the best friend I ever had. I felt I had turned...
10. 1963 and Me
Nineteen sixty-three has become a permanent part of the memory of every American who is old enough to remember the events of that year. Anyone who is wise to history knows that certain events took place then that changed us, as a nation...
11. What Women Want
Of all the forces that influenced the formation of my life, none was more powerful than family. I was blessed to have several strong role models in my own household and extended family, and one person whose example shaped my young mind...
12. The Summer of Unrest: 1964
The summer of 1964 was a not a safe or a peaceful one. To say that the situation was getting deep would be an understatement. In all the big cities of America, black people were taking to the streets. We watched the television...
13. The Streets Are Alive: Summer of ’65
The summer of 1964 was a significant one for the nation and for black Americans as we set our course for the future, but the summer of 1965 was a significant one for me in leading me further from the protected world of childhood...
14. Hustle and Heart, on and off Court
With the summer of 1965 behind me, I began my last year at Clark Junior High in an optimistic mood. Life was still good for me in school, even though I was slowly losing control of my personal life. I was in the band and orchestra...
15. Becoming a Subject to the Bitch Queen Heroin
William Howard Taft High School was the beginning of the end of life as I had known it. When I entered the school in the fall of 1966, I had rarely ventured outside my neighborhood except to play basketball or to go on a field trip...
16. Welcome to Hell
"James, where the fuck have you taken me?’’ I asked out loud as we walked into a room so foul and filthy I could not believe what my eyes, ears, and nose were telling me. The room smelled as though a hundred people had vomited and then pissed...
17. Shifting Loyalties
Like many young black men growing up during that time, I was pulled in different directions. My life at home stayed steady and relatively calm. I would do what I had to do to help my mother take care of my little brother...
18. The Road to The Tombs
In September 1968, I walked for the first time through the doors of Morris High School, the school that I had enrolled in after I failed out of Taft. I had finished my second year at Taft High School the same way I finished my first...
19. Do the Crime, Do the Time
There are plenty of stories, in prose and in rhyme, that tell of a life of crime. They talk about dealing and paying the price. But the story that follows is all mine. The night I spent in The Tombs was the longest of my life. I was locked inside...
20. Judgment Day
Slowly but surely, I was getting acclimated to life on Rikers Island. Once again, as on the streets, basketball was my path to acceptance. After my first ball game, I realized that I could take anything they would throw at me on the court...
21. Free at Last! Free at Last . . .
The ride home from Rikers Island in my father’s car was a blur. I was sucking in everything around me, just like someone needing air. All five of my senses had been starved during my months in jail, and the smells, sights, and sounds...
22. Cornwall Academy
Cornwall Academy is located off Highway 71 in the town of Great Barrington in western Massachusetts, a long way from New York City in more ways than one. As I boarded the bus at the Port Authority Terminal on 41st Street, my head...
23. Summer Schooling
After a year of living the life of a prep school boy, I returned to the Bronx in the summer of 1970. Chameleon that I was, it was easy for me to go from one life to the next and make the necessary adjustments. Somehow...
24. Going to College
Boarding the plane at La Guardia Airport to head off to college was an exciting experience for me. It was the first time I had ever flown, and I knew it would not be my last. My life was taking off in more ways than one. In the airport...
25. College: Round II
Over the years, I have become convinced that there is no God of Second Chances. The God I’ve been dealing with has given me three, four, five, and more. So I should not have been surprised when just before I left Montreat...
26. Passage to Europe
As I stood at John F. Kennedy Airport with 21 other would-be pro basketball players hoping for a job, I felt very small. I was the only player from a small college, and except for Rick Hawknose, a guard from North Carolina...
There is nothing like seeing the lights of New York City at night from miles above. As our plane prepared to land at Kennedy Airport, I began to realize just how homesick I was and how good it felt to be coming home...
28. The Year of the French
When we arrived in France, Connie and I were greeted at the airport by the president of the French team, Philip Kin, and his wife. They were a handsome couple, friendly and yet businesslike in a way that only wealthy...
29. A New Life in Luxembourg
Connie and I found Luxembourg’s culture to be different from France’s, and we liked it. The food was not prepared in the French style, with its delicate sauces poured over small portions of meat and poultry. Luxembourgers...
30. Finding My Groove
While all of this was happening in Europe, back home in the Bronx my mother and father were proud that I had found my place in life. They were happy that I was no longer on the streets, especially because conditions...
31. Standing on Higher Ground
As I continued my life in Europe, many things started changing for the better.My basketball career flourished; I continued playing professionally until I was 38 years old and earned so much respect that I was given the opportunity...
In this book I have tried my best to put down my story in my own words. The words may be rough, but no rougher than the times I lived through. Many people I grew up with have died or are in jail, and many are still struggling...
Page Count: 224
Publication Year: 2009
OCLC Number: 647876528
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