In his new book, Mayor for Life: The Incredible Story of Marion Barry Jr., Barry details his fall into cocaine and what the drugs cost him, plus the legacy he wishes he had.
It’s the 1980s and cocaine is being sucked up the nostrils of some of the world’s elite. Mayor Marion Barry is at an exclusive party in the nation’s capital on 11th Street Northwest.
A woman has been hitting the bathroom all night, so he figures she is bumping coke. He has been to parties before and seen this scene unfold, these types of trips to the bathroom, the insistent sniffing afterward. He knows that if cocaine is here, he shouldn’t be. But two things are working well this night: The woman is dope and he has been drinking.
She hits the bathroom and toots up, then walks out and turns to him. “That’s some good s–t. You want some?” she asks him. “This makes my p–sy hot.”
That is how D.C. lost its second black mayor.
The pretty, unnamed woman with the addiction would pass Marion Barry a business card with coke at the tip. Caught inside a Hennessy-and-cola-induced pretty-woman-sex-driven-I-run-this-city haze, he took a hit.
That is how the habit started, and for years he would chase that high that made him feel like he had “ejaculated,” until it led him to the Vista Hotel, the FBI and his infamous line “The bitch set me up.”
The sting and the spectacularly vivid public downfall of the mayor smoking crack went viral without the Internet. It appeared on newspapers, magazines and T-shirts alike. Thanks to the recent crack-smoking antics of Toronto Mayor Rob Ford, Barry’s story has gained a second life. The sordid tale of that night at a hotel, with the woman and the crack pipe, has become the story that Marion Barry has been trying to rewrite ever since his arrest.
Source: The Root | STEPHEN A. CROCKETT JR.