The Black and White Apple Orchard Affair

© 2012 by Ken Kenthomas. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse    10/25/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-6601-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-6602-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012916267

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

The Black and White Apple Orchard Affair

CHAPTER 2

Cap Meets Beverly and Her Mother at the Beach

CHAPTER 3

Nichi Wants to Talk to Cap about Her Pregnancy and the Court-Date Pressure from Her Brother and Family

CHAPTER 4

The Trial Date and What Happened Before the Trial

CHAPTER 5

Waiting for the Appeal Process Results

ABOUT THE BOOK

CHAPTER 1

The Black and White

Apple Orchard Affair

M ay 11, 1959, Easter Sunday. I will start my life story on this most devastating day in my life. The town is Glen Cove in Long Island, New York. I must state that I am not a professional writer. What you are about to read is an actual account of what happened to an innocent eighteen-year-old boy about to step out into the world of adulthood. My name is Cap. I lived on Capobianco Street (better known as the Apple Orchard of Glen Cove). My address was 99 Capobianco Street.

This street was very lively, and there were ethnicities of all types—Jewish, Polish, Italians, Hispanics, Native American Indians, and predominately, African Americans. Mind you, these were the days prior to the civil rights legislation enactments. People on this street existed together out of necessity for survival, rather than the urgency to come together as a melting-pot type community. But, I must say, living in such a multicultural community is an experience that I feel should be a prerequisite for everyone before going out into the world.

I am African American, and in 1959, I was extremely proud of being so. On this street, I was surrounded by extremely good athletes that I admired and tried to emulate. In 1959, I turned eighteen. I was athletic looking and exceptionally good in all sports, especially basketball. For four years, I was the star basketball player, and my name was constantly in the newspaper for my accomplishments.

On Capobianco Street, there was a lot going on. Directly across the street from our house was a predominantly black bar owned by an Italian named Rocky, thus named Rockies Bar.

This bar was known all over Long Island, and its popularity stretched as far as Harlem. Therefore, there were activities ranging from alcohol selling to gambling to drug usage, such as heroin, and more. Rocky’s Bar attracted fast women and hustling men. Therefore, when I say the street was lively at night, and after dark, I really mean it.

Every Friday night, we would witness a physical fight between two men that had a misunderstanding that spilled out onto Capobianco Street. At times, we would have racial riots on the street between the Hispanics and blacks, stemming from a dispute over a woman. I can speak in more detail about these things at a later time. But, for right now, I will tell you some things that went on when I lived on Capobianco Street in 1959.

First, I must let you in on what kind of man Rocky was. Rocky was the kind of bar owner that was afraid of his own two feet. If ever there was a physical confrontation at his bar, he would leave through the back door and run to his house that was right next door. When the fighting was over, he would return.

Let me now get down to this devastating story.

On the evening of Easter Sunday, 1959, I was listening to a lot of top hits from a black music station in my father’s finished basement. It was such a wonderful evening, I decided to go outside and look at the night sky as it was rolling in. I remember saying to myself, Wow, God most definitely created this earth we live on, for who could have painted such a beautiful picture for mankind to see.

At that moment, Larry came up to our driveway fence, where I was standing, and we had a short but friendly conversation. Larry and his family lived on my street, and I had spoken to my parents about allowing him to live with us, because they were living in the basement of one of the big apartment buildings just down the street.

While we were standing there, a very fine looking, white, young lady by the name of Nichi came walking up. She was dressed in a white cotton skirt and matching top, and, wow, did she look exceptionally good. Now, Nichi had always stated to every person who knew her that she was a young lady and of age.

I didn’t know at that moment that she had come up to the orchard to see me. You see, when you are a high school basketball star, or any sports star, there are young ladies that like you, and you don’t even know it. This young lady had seen me play basketball and had heard about my fame, and I believe that’s what stimulated her desire for me. I found out later that she was obsessed with me.

I was a virgin at the time, and like all young men, I fantasized about the day I would lose my virginity. My hormones were at their peak, but I was very well read in ways to treat a woman sexually (I studied the Kinsey report on sexuality).

I could have had a sexual experience on many occasions, but I always remembered my mother saying, Be careful out there, my son. Women have many traps that can get you into a lot of trouble. Lo and behold, this particular evening, with the world itself looking so beautiful, and this finely shaped, white, young lady before me, with desire exuding from every corner of her body, I let down my guard.

She said, Cap (that was my nickname at the time), I walked all the way from Sea Cliff Avenue to see you, so where can we talk—immediately?

I said, We can talk downstairs in my father’s basement. I told Larry, Wait at the top of the stairs of the basement and watch for anyone coming. He said he would. Before I even took two steps down the stairs, she grabbed me by the face, wrapped her lips around mine, stuck her tongue deep into my mouth, and initiated what is known as a French kiss.

Wow, I thought, this is definitely an experienced young lady, because of the way she maneuvered her tongue in my mouth and the great amount of suction I felt drawing me to her. Her sexual excitement was so explosive I felt she had experienced two orgasms with that one kiss alone.

I felt if I didn’t get her down the stairs soon, she might have completed all of her orgasms right there on that second step. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around me, and her fingers were holding onto my clothing. Each time she had an orgasm, I actually had to pry her arms and fingers from around me to continue on our way downstairs.

Larry, instead of being the lookout for me, was hypnotized by the erotic behavior of Nichi. Not realizing what effect it was having on Larry, I finally was able to get her down to the bottom of the stairs and open the basement door. Before I could close the door, Nichi grabbed me and kissed me again. With each orgasm, she pressed her body violently against mine.

Being a virgin, I had to remember (from sex education) that I had to maintain my cool, or I would not be successful for her during the actual sex act. While she and I were so sexually excited for each other, I didn’t notice Larry was no longer looking out. He had come partly down the stairs and was listening to the orgasmic sounds Nichi was making.

I remembered thinking to myself, Wow, sex is a hundred times better if you’re with someone who truly desires you. I was able to move her halfway to the couch we had downstairs. At that point, she stopped me again, lifted her skirt, and put my hand into her underwear, where I encountered her pubic hairs soaked in her multiple orgasmic discharges.

I thought to myself, If I don’t get her to that couch, she’ll be completely finished before I penetrate her. Boy, did I find out how wrong I was later. I found that while I was rubbing her extremely soaked pussy, I could push her from the back with my free hand in the direction of the couch. Mind you, on three occasions while my hand was in her underwear and rubbing her clit, she locked my hand between her thighs so tightly I could hardly move it.

The sounds and screams she was making were exciting to me, so much so that I didn’t care if anyone heard them upstairs. Larry, by now, had made his way down to the bottom of the stairs and had cracked the door just enough to witness the sexual aggressiveness that was taking place between me and Nichi.

I finally got Nichi to the couch and positioned her body for maximum penetration. I then went to remove her underwear, but when I reached to grab them, she briskly moved her knees up to her chest and removed them faster than I ever could. Note, even though the lighting in the basement was red, I could see her white pussy was covered with her multiple orgasmic discharges. This, I had never seen before, and to tell you the truth, I was so excited I felt my entire body preparing for the biggest explosive orgasm I could have ever imagined.

By this time, Larry had quietly opened the basement door, and was standing inside, at the door’s entrance. Nichi then pulled her knees again up to her chest, spread them apart, grabbed her buttocks, and spread her cheeks. Spontaneously, I grabbed a pillow that was on the couch and put it directly under her buttocks so that I could see her extremely saturated pussy in better detail prior to penetration.

I remember saying to myself, This is my first time, and I’m about to receive the kind of sex that most young men dream and fantasize about all their lives. I pulled down my pants to my ankles and positioned my buttocks over her gaping knees and spread-open buttocks. Man, I was so excited. I was praying I wouldn’t blow my cool before I had a chance to perform the buttock and abdominal rolls I had practiced for this particular moment (in a dry run, of course).

Nichi was so excited that when I positioned myself over her for penetration, she didn’t even give me time to grab my johnson. She grabbed it by the shaft and positioned it in the direction of her open pussy. Before I knew it, Nichi had the head of my pulsating johnson directly touching her pussy opening. With the other hand, Nichi put one of her hands on the backside of one of my cheeks and forcefully pulled me toward her open pussy.

As soon as the head of my johnson made contact with her saturated pussy, it felt like something very warm had shot out from her pussy and covered my Johnson. Boy, what a feeling. I never knew a woman could eject come from her pussy like that of a man.

I noticed that each time she orgasmed, her body would go into a rigid state, and her breathing would stop for a long period of time. I also noticed that when she recovered, she would immediately begin the same cycle again. By now, I thought, I have got to concentrate or this will be over in a couple of seconds for me. You will not believe what happened next.

To my surprise, and with all that orgasmic saturation, I was unable to penetrate her pussy. I thought, I must be too big for her. But, when I went to give a little more force in penetration, I could not pass her vagina lips. I realized from my self-help sex education that she must be a virgin. That was when I said, Have you ever done this before?

She said, You’re my first ever.

That was when my sexual teachings came into play. I slowly pushed a little at a time, simultaneously rolling my buttocks and abdomen to assure easy penetration. While doing so, I felt the head of my penis gradually moving forward with each gentle grinding motion. It took me a few minutes to fully insert my full member. When I reached the point of deepest penetration, her body and buttocks went into such uncontrolled convulsive movements, I felt it necessary to try to match her movements.

Her movements lasted for twenty-five minutes, and I counted twenty orgasms just in that one sexual episode. She also had a tendency at each orgasm to wrap her lips around mine, stick her tongue in my mouth, and suck on it.

Finally, I felt that I must end the session with the two of us orgasming together. So I told her, I’m ready to come. Will you come with me?

She said, Whatever you need, Cap, I will give you. So, she and I violently orgasmed together, with her legs wrapped tightly around mine, and with both of us screaming at the top of our voices at the highest point of orgasm. The simultaneous orgasm was so explosive, I could feel her vagina muscles contract and release around the shaft of my dick. We were so exhausted when we finished, we collapsed into each other’s arms and lay there breathing uncontrollably.

I remember thinking to myself as I lay there, I believe I could love this white, young lady if she continued to satisfy me so completely in the future. Try to remember, she and I were both virgins, so for she and I to reach the ultimate in sexual orgasms, for the first time, was something most people only dream about.

At this point, I definitely believed this woman would be my mate for life. While we were embraced in each other’s arms, I never thought about what Larry was doing or where Larry was. When she and I finally got control of our breathing, I looked up by the door, and there was Larry, standing inside the closed door, his body silhouetted by the red nightlight that was on in the basement.

Nichi and I were both sweating so profusely that I did not realize the couch was not only soaked with sweat, but also with our orgasmic fluids. Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from upstairs, and I thought we had better get up and put our clothes on. Mind you, Larry never said a word and was standing there in a mesmerized state.

Nichi by then had come to her composure enough to start behaving in an embarrassed manner. Right then, I realized I had to get all of us out of my father’s basement before we got caught. After pulling up my pants and buckling my belt, I told Nichi to get dressed so we could get out of the basement in a hurry.

Nichi had been so excited that when she had removed her underwear, she just tossed them over her head. I started looking for her underwear, and for a while, I couldn’t find them. That struck me as odd. I was starting to get nervous because the voices upstairs were more than one now. Nichi was up now, so I told her to wait by the cellar door while I went upstairs to see if the coast was clear for her to leave. I told Larry to stay there for a moment, and I would be right back.

He didn’t say a word, and I found that odd. I didn’t have time to dwell on that, so I opened the basement door, ran upstairs, and went out to the driveway fence to see who was out there. I noticed Rocky’s Bar was just starting to fill up, and they were playing a few popular black tunes. I thought to myself, This is a good time for Nichi to leave. No one would see her.

I went back downstairs, and on my way down, I heard the muffled sound of someone saying, No, stop. It sounded like a person in distress. When I opened the door, I heard the sound of a fist hitting human flesh. To my shock, Larry was on top of Nichi and was just finishing when he punched her in the face, striking her nose.

I went over and physically removed Larry the rest of the way off Nichi. The blood was flowing from her nose like an open faucet. God, I said to Larry, what did you do, and why? He said she struggled and gave him a hard time when he tried to penetrate her. I was so confused and nervous, I just wanted to get her to the driveway fence and send her on her way. That’s when I picked her up in my arms, took her upstairs, and put her outside our driveway fence.

I felt so bad for this lovely, white, young lady, with whom I had enjoyed so much. I became angry with Larry, who was still downstairs. I had considered him my best friend. After Nichi left, I told Larry he could not stay at my house anymore, that he had to go home. It was then that I noticed Nichi’s underwear sticking out of Larry’s left back pocket. I told him to give them to me, and he refused. I went to grab for them, and he started to run toward the basement door.

Wow, I didn’t know he was like that. He managed to make it to the driveway fence. By the time I got to the fence, he was running down the street toward his apartment building. Because he was my friend, I decided to leave it alone until another day.

I went back down the basement stairs to attempt to clean up the love secretions that had been discharged onto the couch. I managed to remove the sweat stains pretty well, but I was concerned about the fact that the couch covering was saturated with our come stains. I took the fan that was downstairs and turned it to blow directly onto the stains, hoping that would correct the problem. I turned off the red light and locked the basement door.

I figured it best to exit the basement by the outside stairway rather than go through the stairs inside my father’s house into the kitchen. Even though I was emotionally distraught about what Larry had done to this fine young lady, I could not stop the flashes in my mine of her and my sexual encounter.

I reached the top of the stairs and walked down to the driveway fence. It was almost completely dark out now, but in the distance, I could see a sliver of the sun. Wow, I thought, such a beautiful world this is, and I have been blessed to have been born into it by almighty God. Right then and there, I began to pray.

I prayed for God to forgive me for the shameful act I had just performed and to do with me as he pleased for sinning such a great sin against him. I also prayed that he would forgive the girl, Nichi, and prayed that Larry’s physical attack did not damage her too severely. I then also prayed that she would forgive me for putting her into a vulnerable position like that.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and lay down, hoping to get some sleep. All I could do was toss and turn all night. I thought to myself, My, it’s warmer outside than previous days, so I opened my window. There was a full moon that night, and it was in the correct position to shine directly through my bedroom window onto the floor. I thought to myself, Maybe this is a sign from God that everything will be all right. The calm and pleasant feeling did not last very long.

Suddenly, I felt nauseous and weak. I then felt very afraid that what went on in my father’s basement was not over, and I could possibly be in some serious trouble. Being young and naïve, I thought for sure Nichi would not tell what really happened in my father’s basement, and she would never say that I was the one who physically abused her.

That was a young man’s thoughts only. After all, she loved me or was infatuated with me. That thought gave me a strong feeling of comfort and relaxed me. I felt my eyes getting heavy, and before I knew it, I was sleeping more deeply and peacefully than I ever had. Suddenly the late great Sam Cook’s song, Darling, You Send Me, awakened me. At hearing this song, in spite of what happened to Nichi, I felt I could really like her. My eyes shut again, and I went into that deep and peaceful sleep again.

When we’re young, we feel that we can never be killed (it will always be the other person) and we’ll always come out on top of any negative situation. I do, however, remember worrying about someone knocking on our front door, looking for me. Rocky’s Bar closed at 4:00 a.m. At exactly 4:30, Capobianco Street was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

I will never be able to tell you why I woke up at exactly 4:25 a.m. that morning. All I remember was the curtains to my bedroom window flapping and making noise. I woke up, and not only did I notice that the curtains were flapping from the breeze, but I had fallen asleep with the same clothing that I wore when the incident occurred down in my father’s basement.

In 1959, the Glen Cove Police Department treated all black people like niggers. So if they were to come to your home to inquire or to make an arrest, they always came with sirens blasting. They came from both directions down Capobianco Street and assembled directly in front of our house. I heard them walking up the six steps we had to get to our entrance door, and then came the loud door banging and shouting.

My mother was the first one to the door. When she opened the door, the police officers had large flashlights and commenced to run upstairs where I was sleeping. Their action was so fast, I didn’t even have a chance to think. My mother asked the officers what the problem was. They were very nasty, stating, He’s under arrest for the violent rape of a young lady by the name of Nichi.

I was standing in my room by my window when they broke the door in and grabbed me and handcuffed me. It happened so fast; I didn’t even have time to think of a word to say. They dragged me downstairs and put me into the police car. In those days, the Glen Cove Police Department did not care about the safety of any black person, male or female. If they bumped your head while putting you into the backseat of the car, so what. Believe me, they threw me into the backseat as if I were a piece of luggage. Yes, they bumped my head almost to the point where I blacked out.

The Glen Cove Police Department was not very far from Capobianco Street, so we got there very quickly. You must remember, at this time in my life, I was in exceptionally good physical condition and an exceptionally good athlete as well as street fighter. I felt that, physically, they could do no harm to me. Also, my father was the biggest number writer on Long Island and paid off the very precinct I was brought to.

They played good cop, bad cop with me, so I figured I would go along with the game. After all, I had a lot going for me. The aggressive cop asked me, Did you rape and physically abuse a young, white girl by the name of Nichi?

I said, No. What happened was this white girl Nichi came up by way of Sea Cliff Avenue to my place of residence and wanted to have sex with me.

Question from the good cop: Did you have sex with her in your father’s basement?

Yes, but it was consensual.

Did you physically punch her in the nose?

No, and I don’t know what happened to her after she left my house.

You see, readers, in those days, if you squealed on your buddies in Glen Cove, you were considered a punk, and they would never let you live it down. The police officers didn’t tell me that they had spoken to Larry’s family, and they had all accused me of everything. Being that I would not rat on anyone, I took the full brunt of the violent rape attack.

After they had completed their interrogation and I signed a written confession, they handcuffed me again and put me into their car. As they drove out of the police parking lot, I thought to myself, Well, I’m so glad that’s over. Now they can take me home. We traveled down Glen Street, which turned into Cedar Swamp Road. To get to Capobianco Street, the police had to make a right turn onto Grove Street, right off of Cedar Swamp Road. We were two blocks from Grove, and I remember exhaling and sighing in relief.

To my great surprise and disappointment, they passed by Grove Street. Where are they taking me? I thought. I didn’t do anything for them to take me to jail. How come my father isn’t here to get me out of this?

In the past, his name alone was sufficient enough at the police station for them to release me. Then it hit me. My father, whom I respected greatly, was not at home when they arrested me and most likely was out womanizing or gambling. Then everything started to hit me. Cap, you are a basketball star and have a reputation of being a fellow with a heart. How will people think of you when they read this in the newspaper?

I thought, This white girl, Nichi, must have told them I hit her in the nose to keep her family from knowing she had sex with more than one person. As an eighteen-year-old, I was well indoctrinated with Bible teachings. So, the first thing I did was look up into the sky at the brisk but beautifully clear night full of sparkling stars. I then said, God please forgive me for this sin and help me out of this.

The moon was staring right into my face, and I could see the outline of a face looking back at me. Usually the moon always had a smile for me. This particular night that I had sinned, it appeared to have nothing but a frown. I had always been convinced, because of how proudly my family presented themselves, that I was special and had to conduct myself as such. I wanted my actions to represent my family well.

Then it hit me again. I had let them down. I remember saying in a whisper, God, help me and forgive me. After all, there was no one there I could talk to. The police had already gotten a confession from me. They were heading in the direction of the prison. Who was there with me? No one, but the almighty God.

When we arrived at the prison and they began to process me, I noticed the extreme distaste for black people—the blatant racial epitaphs right in my face, as well as the extreme bullying tactics, daring me to say or act in any way they considered belligerent, so they could beat me down. I had heard about it from the street thugs and was going to make sure I gave them nothing to cause them to beat me down, nothing to put on my record.

After processing, they took me to a place where I could take a shower. You are not going to believe this. Guess who was the first person I met at the shower? Raymond. Where did he live? Capobianco Street. In a way, I was glad to see him because I had never been in jail before. Raymond was one of the tough and rumbling bullies of Glen Cove. He didn’t care if you were big or small or young, he would beat everybody down the same way. In a way, I felt he was a little bugged.

I remembered thinking, I’m pretty good with my hands, and he’s a fighter. Maybe between the both of us, we could beat down anybody in this prison that challenges us. Then he told me that he had been in the hole and had just come out to take a shower. That was a real let down. I had to reverse my thinking and realize that I was not able to depend on anyone but myself in there. After I finished showering, they brought me to a cell and told me it would be my home from then on.

Let me explain something to you, readers. I was not trying to be a macho eighteen-year-old when I adjusted my attitude in that prison. I was from Glen Cove, and living in that town, I had to learn the streets. If I didn’t, then I would have been a target for every bully in Glen Cove.

Prior to my arrest and at the age of seventeen, I had hit a grown man so hard with a two—punch combination that the paramedics took twenty minutes to revive him. In other words, his body was shutting down, preparing for death. So, in jail, I was preparing my mind and body for a fight for respect.

I will never forget watching and hearing the bars close behind me after I stepped into the cell. Then I heard, Lights out. Everything went dark. I grabbed the bars with both hands and said, I am better than this. The only light in my cell was the light shining through a window that was about eight inches high and twelve inches wide, close to the ceiling. The moonlight shone onto the floor of my cell. I felt so good when I saw that moonlight, and I knew it had to be God giving me a sign that he was with me.

I was compelled to fall to my knees and ask God for his forgiveness. My prayer was, "Please, God, if you get me out of this trouble, you will