Jerry used the alias Richard Martin in his smuggling career. He stole the identification from a real Richard Martin. Even today, his former associates refer to him as Richard. He was arrested as Richard Martin. He often wondered what the real person thought about this alias, if it caused him much trouble. He even expressed a desire to meet him one day. Well, the other day I received a message from the real person explaining some of the problems Jerry’s use of his identification brought. It’s a small and interesting world. I will attempt to talk with him to let him know what kind of person Jerry was. Jerry would have wanted that.
Do people change? That’s a question I was asked about Jerry. A few weeks ago, I attended a function where many attendees had known Jerry when he was a boy, and it was interesting listening to stories about him. They remembered him as just a boy, not a hardened criminal. They talked about him in ways that I remembered during my visits, so I wasn’t surprised. What I saw was a man who had made big mistakes and accepted his punishment; yet felt he deserved a second chance. He had the same twinkle in his eye he showed as a boy. He especially wanted a second chance with his grandchildren because he knew he had screwed up big time with some of them. The only time I saw him come close to crying was when he talked about this, and it’s a shame he didn’t live to set things right. So, had he changed? I think so. Would life be hard for him, yes, without a doubt. But all along the way, Jerry’s influence had been from those with his same agenda, and that’s probably the reason he and I got along so well because I was not hesitant to tell him he was wrong. Our arguments were interesting but always civil.d He would always end his correspondence with me, “Your friend, Jerry.” He needed someone, as do all of us. There were those in place ready to support him on the outside, good people without any agenda. He would’ve made it. He would’ve been a good father and grandfather—-and a friend.
Trying to reduce size of book since it's much too large. Actually, it''s not going to be that difficult. Anyway, here's another story.
Jacky Laymon escaped from Brushy Mountain prison where he was serving 99 years for murder. He hid out in Jerry’s house—-how they knew each other is another story—-and used it as a staging area for various misdeeds. In 1975, he got into a scrap with a few men who tried to kill him, so on Christmas eve he went to a tavern where they were drinking, killed three of them, then was shot himself. A man named Rusty Denton dragged him into the parking lot and ran over him a few times with his car. Denton, the son of a wealthy man, was sent to prison. Before Governor Ray Blanton was kicked out of office, and Lamar Alexander hastily sworn in to stop Blanton from pardoning everyone in prison, Denton was scheduled to be one of the next to bro release.
My name is Richard Biggs and I'm a writer. My latest book is about Jerry Allen LeQuire, a convicted drug kingpin, who rejected two offers from the CIA to work for them, and has been in a federal prison for over 30 years.