Iceberg Slim: Portrait of a Pimp Page #4

She was older than he was.

She was an ex-prostitute.

She had been around.

She had married a white guy.

She had money.

She introduced him

to cocaine.

She turned him out.

I was just a hep punk.

I wasn't in her league.

That freak b*tch

cajoled and persuaded me

To do everything

in the sexual book.

What a thrill

for a dog like her

To turn out

a tender fool like me.

If pepper had lived

In the old biblical city

of sodom,

The citizens would have

stoned her to death.

She had his nose wide open

And she had him jumping out

the window, so to speak,

And doing things

that he normally

Probably wouldn't have done.

- He later got double-crossed

into prison,

It was pepper

and a cop named delansky,

Along with

an unknown heist man.

He got charged with

accessory to robbery.

An 18-year-old black man

Being sent to reformatory

back in the 1930s and 40s

Would have been

very, very likely

Subjected

to all sorts of racism.

At that time,

many of the guards,

Or probably most of them

would have been white.

They knew that

they could push them around,

Perhaps

physically abuse them.

He probably got treated

very, very poorly.

- It was there,

in the dormitory,

That I got the insatiable

desire to pimp.

I was a member of a clique

That talked about nothing

except whores and pimping.

I began to feel

a new slickness and hardness.

He's like a sponge.

He's soaking up

all these stories

And all the game these

different guys are running down,

And he's plucking out

the best parts

To apply to what

he's trying to do.

- He wanted to master

manipulating the psychology

Of the hos,

of the women,

When he started to realize

that the best pimps-

That is to say

the most successful ones-

Were the ones with the coldest,

with the least emotion.

The real iceberg heart.

- With good time,

I was free, slick, and bitter.

No more small towns for me.

I was going to the city

to get my degree in pimping.

When you're black,

my friend,

And you get twisted,

One's ego

Needed to be thought of

as great and grand,

And this was a way to do it,

To have

your own little kingdom.

- When I first got

to chicago,

I had this wild dream

Of picking the brain

of the town's top pimp,

And eventually I did.

In retrospect,

I suppose I could say

That I wanted to be

like god

For a whore, you see.

- Chicago at that

period of time

Was profoundly saturated

With every kind of element

you could think of.

There were

very, very good people

And very, very bad people.

- I come from that life,

and I come from chicago.

Every street had a gang,

And all we saw

were machine guns

And dead bodies every day.

Harlem and watts and compton,

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