Border guard : $b The story of the United States Customs ServiceWhitehead, Don
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Border guard : $b The story of the United States Customs Service
Whitehead, Don
Customs administration -- United States; Smuggling -- United States; United States. Bureau of Customs; United States. Division of Customs
Let me get right to the matter. When we were in port in Hong Kong
(March 15) I chanced to get in conversation with a tailor who came
aboard to take orders. After the usual talk about everyday things
he asked if he could get a word with me in private in my cabin. It
proved he wanted me to smuggle four pounds of cocaine from Hong
Kong to Frisco. I was to get $1,200 from the man I was to deliver
the goods to in Frisco. I said Yes!
He gave me an address in Hong Kong where I should come the same
evening. There I was to get the necessary information as well
as the cocaine. I arrived at the specified time. There a flash
photo was taken of me in order that the contact in Frisco could
identify me. I also received one half of a letter that was torn in
two parts. The photo and the other half was to be sent to Frisco.
The half which I retained was to serve as my pass in order to get
in contact with these men. I also was given the name and address
of the man I was to deliver the cocaine to in Frisco. Afterwards
I received eight[B] small sack-like bags made of cotton, each
containing one-half pound. They were placed in a brief case which
I should bring them aboard in. I did everything they instructed me
to do and locked it in my cabin, later to hide it in a safe place.
I had, at that time, all intention of doing this rotten job. Later,
however, when I had had the time to think more clearly about these
things I cursed myself for having wanted to take part in such
dirty things. I came to the conclusion that I would throw it all
overboard, but at the same time a thought struck me that perhaps
I could be of help to the American authorities by getting these
people jailed in Frisco. When we arrived in Singapore I contacted
Rossebo whom I knew from the time I was ashore in Baltimore. I told
him the whole story and he promised to get in contact with the
American Consulate there, and in a discreet manner try to find out
about same. Now it was found, however, that they could not give any
direct answer as to what the American authorities might do to me as
a smuggler. They were very much interested, but said that that type
of smuggling was something that came under FBI.
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