The Jamaicans Left Miami — 2,000 Bodies Later, They Owned 5 American Cities – HT

 

 

 

It’s 1984 in Miami and a woman is begging for her life inside a rundown bungalow in one of the city’s poorest neighborhoods. She’s pregnant. She’s on her knees and the men standing over her with automatic weapons don’t care. Minutes earlier, a Jamaican drug dealer had been robbed of his cash and jewelry inside that same crack house.

 He left, made a phone call, and a team of gunmen arrived. They executed five people in that house, including the pregnant woman and her unborn child. The trigger man was a young Jamaican named Charles Miller, street name Little Nut. The man who called in the hit was connected to a gang that US prosecutors would eventually blame for more than 1,400 murders across the country.

 That gang was the shower posi and Miami was just the beginning. You see, in the mid 1980s, a wave of Jamaican criminals hit America’s streets with a level of violence that stunned even the most hardened federal agents. They didn’t just sell drugs. They took entire cities. From Miami to New York to Kansas City to Dallas to Philadelphia, Jamaican drug posies built crack cocaine empires in neighborhoods where local dealers couldn’t compete.

 Not because the Jamaicans were smarter, but because they were willing to do things that other criminals considered insane. The ATF’s head of the Dallas Bureau said it plainly at the time. These were some of the most vicious and violent criminals law enforcement had ever encountered. But the ATF couldn’t just arrest their way out of this because the posies weren’t a single gang.

 They were a movement over 40 separate groups with up to 20,000 members operating in 15 cities. And by the time America understood what was happening, the Jamaicans had already taken over. This is the story of how political violence in a tiny Caribbean island created the most explosive criminal force to ever hit American soil.

 How they rose, how they conquered, and how it all came crashing down. Before you continue, if you’re the type of person who watches these deep dives all the way through, do us a favor and hit subscribe. We put serious research into every single video, and a subscription goes a long way. Now, back to the story. To understand the Jamaican pauses, you have to understand Jamaica.

 In the 1970s, after independence from Britain in 1962, the island’s two political parties, the Jamaica Labor Party and the People’s National Party, carved Kingston into garrison communities. These were neighborhoods where loyalty to one party was not optional. It was survival. Politicians funneled money, jobs, and guns to local strong men called dons.

And those dons kept the community in line. Come election time, the Dons delivered votes. In return, they received protection from prosecution and access to government contracts. The system worked until it didn’t. The 1980 general election was one of the bloodiest in the Western Hemisphere. Over 800 people were killed in politically motivated violence across Kingston.

 Entire neighborhoods turned into war zones. Gunmen from JLP aligned garrisons like Tivoli Gardens fought running battles with PNP affiliated areas like Remma and Arnet Gardens. Young men who survived those streets came out of the other side militarized. They knew how to handle weapons, organize ambushes, and control territory through fear.

 And when the election was over, many of them had nowhere to go. Some were on the losing side and needed to disappear. Others simply realized they had a skill set that was worth more in America than it would ever be in Jamaica. So they left and they brought the war with them. The first Jamaican posies to set up shop in the United States arrived in New York around 1980.

Groups like the Dunkirk Boys and the Untouchables established early drug networks in Brooklyn and the Bronx. But the two that would come to dominate everything were the shower posy and the Spangler Posi. The shower posy was rooted in Tivoli Gardens and aligned with the JLP. It was co-founded by a man named Lester Lloyd Ko, better known on the streets of Kingston as Jim Brown.

 Ko was feared in a way that most gangsters only dream about. Jamaican police tried to pin 14 separate murder charges on him over the years. Every single time witnesses recanted, jurors acquitted. After one trial, his supporters fired guns in the air outside the courthouse and carried him back to Tivoli Gardens on their shoulders.

 That night, former Prime Minister Edward Seager was reportedly seen drinking beer with him to celebrate the verdict. Ko ran things in Kingston, but for the American side of the operation, he had a partner, Vivien Blake. Blake was a different kind of criminal. Born into poverty in West Kingston, he somehow earned a scholarship to St.

 George’s College, one of Jamaica’s best private schools. He first arrived in New York in 1973 as part of a cricket team, and never went home. He couldn’t get a legitimate job because he was undocumented. So he started importing marijuana. Within a few years, he’d graduated from being just another weed dealer to running the entire North American branch of the shower posi.

Blake set up cells in Miami, New York, Kansas City, Chicago, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, and even Anchorage, Alaska. The operation moved hundreds of thousands of pounds of marijuana and tens of thousands of pounds of cocaine up the eastern seabboard. Miami served as their American headquarters, a staging ground where Colombian cocaine came in and Jamaican soldiers fanned out across the country.

Blake was the strategist, Ko was the muscle. Together, they built one of the largest drug trafficking networks the DEA had ever seen. But what made the Posies truly different from every other drug gang in America was their method of expansion. The crack trade in New York and Miami was crowded by 1985. Competition was fierce and margins were tightening.

 So the Jamaicans did something that other gangs hadn’t considered. They went to the middle of the country. They dispatched crews to open cities where the crack market was still untapped. Kansas City, Dallas, Houston, Cleveland, Baltimore, cities where local law enforcement had no idea what was about to hit them. In Kansas City, intelligence indicated that of the roughly 350 to 450 Jamaican nationals living in the city, over 250 of them were directly involved in cocaine trafficking.

 By late 1986, approximately 100 cracks were operating across the city, all run by Jamaican pauses. The workers were brought in specifically to sell drugs and were given firearms upon arrival. They knew nothing about the broader operation. They were disposable soldiers. Dallas was even worse. The Jamaican drug ring was generating nearly $400,000 in daily profit from 75 cracks across the city.

 Dallas police attributed just three murders to the Jamaican trade before 1986. Within a year, that number jumped to 41. An investigator in the city’s intelligence division said it best. It’s new. It moved fast into Dallas and it multiplied fast. Quick pause. If you’re watching this and you haven’t subscribed yet, now’s the time.

 We cover stories like this every week. And trust me, the next few minutes of this video are worth sticking around for. Hit that button and let’s keep going. Violence that came with the posies was something American law enforcement had never dealt with. The shower posi earned its name. depending on who you ask. Either from a political slogan about showering supporters with gifts or from their preferred tactic of showering rival gangs with automatic weapons fire.

In August 1985, a gun battle erupted at a picnic in Oakland, New Jersey, attended by roughly 2,000 Jamaicans. Elements of the shower posi and Spangler posy from Brooklyn fought with the Boston-based dog posy and Tel Aviv Posi. Three people died, nine were wounded. Police recovered 33 handguns from the scene.

 At a picnic, the posies didn’t just fight rival Jamaican gangs. They went to war with established African-American drug organizations wherever they expanded. In Philadelphia, the Shower Posi clashed with the Junior Black Mafia throughout the late 1980s and early 1990s. In other cities, they simply overwhelmed local dealers with firepower that nobody could match.

 AK-47s, Uzi’s, M1 carbines. They bought them legally from Florida porn shops and gun stores. One detective recalled that you could walk into a store near the 163rd Street Shopping Center in Miami and walk out with an AK-47 as long as you had a Florida driver’s license. The guns that weren’t used on American streets were shipped back to Jamaica in Ushipip barrels hidden under diapers and children’s clothing.

Another way the shower posi moved drugs was through cruise ships. Members would charm unsuspecting passengers into carrying packages off the boat for them. The operation was creative, relentless, and ruthless. And by 1987, the federal government had finally had enough. On October the 19th, 1987, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms launched Operation Rum Punch.

It was a nationwide crackdown on Jamaican drug posies, and it hit 13 states simultaneously. Over 150 gang members were arrested in raids across New York, Miami, Philadelphia, Boston, Cleveland, Dallas, Denver, Kansas City, Houston, Baltimore, Chicago, Atlanta, Detroit, Los Angeles, and Washington DC.

 The second phase, Operation Rum Punch 2, resulted in 304 additional arrests. Attorney General Dick Thornberg himself addressed the press, calling the Jamaican poses among the largest traffickers in crack cocaine in the country. By his count, they were linked to 1,400 drugrelated murders since 1985. But the biggest fish was still swimming.

In September 1988, a federal grand jury in Miami indicted 34 members of the shower posi, including both Lester Ko and Vivien Blake. Blake’s half brothers, Errol Hussing and Tony Bruce, who ran the New York operation, were taken into custody. But Blake slipped the net. He escaped onto a cruise ship in the port of Miami bound for Oo Rios, Jamaica.

 Ko was already back in Kingston. Ko was eventually arrested by Jamaican authorities and held for extradition to the United States. Then on February the 23rd, 1992, something happened that Jamaicans still talk about to this day. A fire broke out in Ko’s cell at the General Penitentiary in Kingston.

 He burned to death in a cement cell with no obvious source of flammable material. His lawyers were on their way to tell him that his final appeal against extradition had been denied. He would have been in a Miami courtroom within weeks. The official cause was listed as an accidental fire from a mattress and a curtain. Almost nobody in Jamaica believed that story.

The widespread suspicion was that Ko was killed because he knew too much about the connections between Jamaica’s political class and its criminal underworld. With Jim Brown dead, his youngest son Christopher took over. Christopher Ko known as Dudus was 23 years old. He inherited the shower posi and transformed himself into something his father never was a community leader.

 He poured money into Tivoli Gardens, building schools and health centers, creating jobs and funding community programs. The people loved him. They called him the president. But underneath the charity, the crack and marijuana were still flowing north to the United States, and the guns were still coming south.

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Every little bit helps us keep making these videos. Blake, meanwhile, was eventually captured and extradited to Miami in 1999. He pleaded guilty to racketeering, conspiracy, and drug possession, admitting his role as the American leader of the shower posi. He was sentenced to 28 years, but served around nine.

 After his release, he returned to Jamaica and was reportedly working on a screenplay about his life when he died of cardiac arrest on March the 21st, 2010. He was 54. The New York Times ran his obituary. Christopher Ko’s story ended differently. In August 2009, the US government indicted him on drug trafficking and firearms charges. Jamaica’s prime minister, Bruce Golding, initially refused to sign the extradition order.

 For 9 months, Golding stalled, claiming the evidence came from illegal wiretaps. In reality, Ko had helped deliver votes for Golding’s party and the debt ran deep. But Washington applied pressure and in May 2010, Golding finally signed the order. What followed was urban warfare. Ko’s supporters barricaded every entrance to Tivoli Gardens and opened fire on Jamaican security forces.

 The siege lasted days. When it was over, 76 people were dead. Ko eventually surrendered to stop the bloodshed, telling a judge that he believed it was in the best interest of his family, his community, and Jamaica. He was flown to New York where in 2012 he was sentenced to 23 years in federal prison.

 He was released in early 2025. The Jamaican posies as they existed in the 1980s and 1990s are largely gone. Operation Rum Punch combined with subsequent federal investigations dismantled the major networks. The members who weren’t killed or imprisoned were deported. In the American underworld, the Jamaican ethnic mafia experienced the fastest rise, the shortest lifespan, and the quickest fall of any organized crime group in the country’s history.

 But their impact was permanent. They brought crack cocaine to cities that had never seen it. They left over a thousand bodies across the United States. and they proved that the most dangerous criminals aren’t always the ones with the most money or the biggest organization. Sometimes they’re just the ones with nothing left to lose.

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