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HILLCREST CHILDREN'S CENTER SATURDAY PROGRAM:
THE HOUSE HAROLD BELL BUILT!
In the 1960s Children's Hospital was located on 13th Street between W and V Streets, NW. Hillcrest Children's Center was located on 13th and W Streets (Old Turner's Arena). Hillcrest was an affiliate of Children's Hospital. The building housed emotional disturb children. The children served were overwhelmingly white from the Maryland suburbs and upper NW DC. During the week white parents were seen in and out of the facility and on the weekend they would pick-up their children and take them home. On Mondays they would bring the children back.
I was the Roving Leader (Youth Gang Task Force) assigned to the Cardozo/Shaw community. My time was spend one block over on 13th and V Street working out of Harrison Playground and Harrison Elementary. I paid little or no attention to Hillcrest Children's Center.
The Hillcrest complex did not sit well with blacks on the block. More then anything else, the facility was a mystery to them. They wanted to know what the hell was going on, but didn't know who to ask! I was of no help, I knew little or nothing about Hillcrest and how it served the community.
On school days I walked pass the complex and through the neighborhood. I was more concerned about the knuckleheads I would encounter hanging out in the U Street corridor. This was not a good sign. I decided to approach Mr. Cousins, the Harrison Principal. We discussed what remedies we could use to combat these acts of truancy.
My thoughts, why not try to use athletics as a motivational tool? The athletic team concept helped me to improve my school attendance and discipline, why not use the same vehicle for these knuckleheads (I know a knucklehead when I see one, because I was one). I would notice after school the young men who should have been attending Harrison during school hours would migrate to the playground.
With the permission of Mr. Cousins and Roving Leader Director, Stanley Anderson, I held tryouts for the Harrison touch football team on Harrison Playground in the evenings after school. They were some of the greatest young athletes I have ever been associated with. You name the sport, football, basketball, baseball, track and field, most could run like the wind. I wished that I could have been that talented at their young age.
Getting them to tryout for the team was easy, but getting them to improve their attendance and their grades was not going to be an easy chore. The rules of participation were; regular school attendance, maintain a C average, respectful behavior (no profanity) and be on time for school and practice. Easier said then done, some of my best players refuse to abide by the rules. Several I had to dismiss from the team or I benched them in favor of a not so talented teammate, but as we started to win without them, they changed their rebel ways.
I convinced other elementary schools in walking distance of Harrison to participate, Garrison and Grimke principals liked the concept and came aboard. The idea went over so well other elementary schools wanted to participate and the program went city-wide. With my coaching genius, Harrison Elementary won the first City Wide Elementary Touch Football League Championship. The team was called "The Harris Hustlers."
Harrison Rec Center won the first City-Wide Police/Community Relations softball championship, I was the coach, but this time the participants were playground tough guys and Third District cops who though they were just as tough. It took several practices before Andrew Johnson my high school teammate and police officer could convince his colleagues to take off their guns during practice.
The league was the brainchild of the late Mayor for Life, Marion Barry. The league was designed to help improve police community relations and it did for a minute.
In 1968 all hell broke loose after the gun related death of our Prince of Peace in Memphis, Tn, Dr. Martin Luther King. I remember NFL Hall of Fame and Green Bay Packer player Willie Wood and I standing on the corner of 9th and U Streets after having lunch at the in-crowd hangout of the Che Maurice restaurant. It was a beautiful bright sun shiny April 4th day when someone rode by in a car and yelled "Harold Bell they just shot and killed Dr. Martin Luther King in Memphis."
Willie and I were in a state of confusion because we didn't know what to believe until some friends exited from Che Maurice and confirmed that Dr. King had been shot. Our boss Stanley Anderson requested that we stay on the streets because we might be able to save a child. I was told to report to the Third District HQ to meet with Assistant Chief Timon O'Bryant.
I arrived at the precinct and was ushered down to the basement for Roll Call. There I met with Chief O'Bryant and he introduced me to his command. The next words out his mouth and actions stun me. He told the officers to watch my back because I would be on the streets with them trying to keep the peace. He then gave me a police badge to assist me in getting through police and military barricades. My next question "where is my gun?" The Chief's response, 'Harold I don't have the authority to issue you a gun. I don't think any of the looters will be shooting in your direction.' I was not really worried about the looters, it was some trigger happy cop that worried me.
When the armor trucks and military personnel had cleared the U street corridor, there were only three businesses left standing, Lee's Flowers, Industrial Bank of Washington and Ben's Chili Bowl. The Chili Bowl was the only business allowed to stay open during the riots, thanks to an assist from Chief U. S. Marshall in charge Luke C. Moore. After the White House had ordered all businesses to shut-down, Luke intervene on behalf of Ben's explaining to President Lyndon B. Johnson that Ben's needed to stay open for first respondents, doctors, nurses, police, fire departments, military personnel and youth advocates like myself, we needed some place to eat. President Johnson relented and allowed Ben's to stay open.
Out of the rubble and ash, Kids In Trouble emerged. The administrators at the Hillcrest Children's Center reported having problems with neighborhood youth and some adult residents harassing staff and family members of their patients. A friend on the staff of Children's Hospital recommended that they talk with me about the problem. It was here I became known as "The Child Whisper!" The 1300 block of W and V streets NW, the two-block radius was known as my domain.
I met with the Hillcrest Director, Dr. Nicolas Long and his staff to talk about their neighborhood problem. The tour of the facility was an eye opener for me, I could not believe there was a indoor swimming pool, in door and outdoor basketball courts, overnight facilities for patients and a cafeteria. It was like I had found a full service Marriott in the ghetto. The results of the meeting, Dr. Long wanted to open the facility to kids in the neighborhood on the weekends (Saturday only). I thought this was a great ideal, but there was a catch, they wanted me to run the program. I said, "Thanks, but no thanks!"
In hindsight, my reasons were purely selfish. I was a paid starting WR for a minor-league football team, the Virginia Sailors. They were an affiliate of the NFL Washington Redskins. There was no-way I was giving up that job, I still had dreams of playing in the NFL.
I had a sit-down discussion with my wife Hattie, my brother Earl and my friend Andrew Johnson, both DC cops. We reached a compromise and figure out a way to open the facility on Saturdays to neighborhood kids without me missing a game. All out of town games, Hattie, Earl and Andrew would oversee the program. All three were known to the kids in the neighborhood. Home games were played at night and presented no problem, because Hillcrest operating hours were from 12 noon until 3:00 pm,kick-off was 7:00 pm for all home games. The Sailors provided tickets for the Hillcrest kids to attend all home games.
There were a lot of first to come out of Hillcrest Saturday Program; the longest on-going community based Christmas Toy Party started at Hillcrest Saturday Program (1968-2013). The first Santa's Helper was my Virginia Sailor teammate LB George Kelly. The first ever students bused in from Tacoma-Park Seven Day Adventist Church from Tacoma-Park, Md. to mentor inner-city children. Students from Howard and UDC were nowhere to be found. Today, high school and college students can earn credits toward graduation for volunteering in the community (unheard of before 1968).
The first ever NFL Films nationally televised (CBS) community promo was video taped at Hillcrest in 1972. The video shown NFL MVP RB Larry Brown and LB Harold McLinton of the Washington Redskins teaching water safety to inner-city kids.
Dr. Nicolas Long and his wife Jodie are two of the finest human beings I have ever known. Integrity and honesty were their hallmarks during all the community First accomplished at the Hillcrest Saturday Program, they had my back. They inspired the closing of my radio sports talk show, "Every black face you see is not a brother and every white face you see is not your enemy!"
The Price of Gun Violence in America:
Since Sandy Hook, a Kid Has Died by a Gun Every Other Day!
Kids Who Die - by Langston Hughes
This may provide a measure of the changing sameness and shameness in our history, Mississippi burning, Ferguson, LA, Chicago, Charleston, Baltimore, DC, NY City and the beat goes on in the war against black men in America. The Angelo Herndon, reference in the poem, rings familiar it describes a young black Georgian in the 1930's. He was arrested under a state statute for insurrection, because he protested unequal justice and segregation laws while championing an interracial workers movement.. He was summarily sentenced to life in prison, though released on appeal following massive black protests. He later moved to Harlem where he joined the Communist Party, becoming a writer and spokesperson for its causes.
This was not one of Hughes' most famous poems, but it now energizes the moment while embracing renewed meaning and relevancy.
This is for the kids who die, Black and white, For kids will die certainly.The old and rich will live on awhile, as always. Eating blood and gold, letting little kids die.
Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi organizing sharecroppers, Kids will die in the streets of Chicago organizing workers. Kids will die in the orange groves of California telling others to stick together.
Whites and Filipinos, Negroes and Mexicans, all kinds of kids will die who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment and a lousy peace. Of course, the wise and the learned who pen editorials in the papers, and the ladies and gents with Dr. in front of their names, white and black.
Who make surveys and write books will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die.
And the sleazy courts and sleazy attorneys, and the bribe-reaching police, and the blood-loving generals, and the money-loving preachers, will all raise their hands against the kids who die, beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets, to frighten the people.
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—and the old and rich don’t want the people to taste the iron of the kids who die. They don’t want the people to get wise to their own power to believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together and listen to kids who die—Maybe, now there will be no monument for you except in our hearts.
Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in swamp or prison grave. swamp or the potter’s field, or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht.
But the day will come—you can be sure yourselves that it is coming—when the marching feet of the masses will rise for you with a living monument of love, and joy, and laughter. And black hands and white hands clasped as one, with a song that reaches the sky—the song of the life triumphant.
Through and for the kids who died.
By Earl Tildon / August 9, 1993
Who is Harold Bell? From where I sit, a man obsessed with youth and children’s plight. He walks swiftly away from compromise, aggressively wanting things right. Who is Harold Bell? From where I sit, he is an arrogant rebel with youth as his cause. He keeps raising their issues without fear or pause.
Why does Harold Bell do what he does, and why does he do it his way? It may be because many others who did it are longer doing it today. It may be that those who have risen to the heights don’t quite remember any more. For once they have left the place of their birth they throw away the key that once opened the door. Harold Bell is no diplomat; perhaps he doesn’t know how the game is played! Perhaps he is naïve to think that “Superstars” are coming back where he stays. Could it be that it is not vogue to court the poor, or not want a black child to die, or maybe it is politically incorrect to ask the question why?
Maybe Harold Bell speaks up too much, or perhaps he is far too crude. Or maybe he has spoken out against the establishment, or maybe he has just been rude. But Harold Bell didn’t invent rudeness nor does he speak as loud as some, for leaders have known through the ages that justice goes to the beating drum.
Harold Bell perhaps understands that silence somehow appears to be consent. And he knows that our oppressors flourish when our heads and backs are bended. He also knows that children maybe homeless or parentless or in pain. He also knows that their need to survive is real and to reach out to our children the World gains.
Thank God Harold Bell has access to the media so that we can read and listen to his candid outspoken word. Thank God for readers and listeners who understand motivation is what we need. Thank God for those like Harold Bell, who speak out against “Kids killing kids,” crack, heroin and speed.
It is hard for me to understand why some may dislike Harold Bell! He is such a nice guy it is hard to believe some would turn him off while little children die. There may have been a word that even Harold Bell could say that would have caused the listener to save a child along the way.
But such is life we can’t always please, so why expect it of Harold Bell? He did not create today’s problems and who are we to judge we do so little well? At least he is study on the course and he is consistent from year to year. We need more Harold Bells who understand our plight and “A Grieving Mother’s Tears.”
"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and say and do nothing.--Albert Einstein
When I received the sad news of the passing of Dr. Frances Cress Welsing in an e-mail from Dr. Al-Tony Gilmore, I had to step away from the computer and take a deep breath. Back in the day she was like a sister I never had.
It has been said “Don’t ever look back because someone might be gaining on you.” In the case of Black people in America there was never a need for White folks to look back.” We have yet to gain on them!
For example; in 1969 the income for White households doubled that of Black households. In 2011 when people measured the progress of blacks in America, the first thing they pointed to was a Black President in the White House.
The real measure of success in America has always been financial success. In 2011 the average White household still doubles that of a Black house hold (1969 and 2009 Census).
In February 2011 I coordinated and hosted a series of Black History Moments in Sports at the historical and World famous Ben’s Chili Bowl in Washington, DC. Much of the series was spend honoring unsung heroes in the Black Community.
In February 1926 the legendary and great writer/poet Carter G. Woodson gave us Black History Week and in 1976 Black History Week evolved into Black History Month. This disproves the myth of White folks giving us the shortest month of the year. The month of February and the annual tribute was a Black man’s idea!
The most popular tribute at Ben’s Chili Bowl was the one paid to Gary Mays who as a young child had his left arm blown off by an accidental blast from a shotgun, he was 5 years old.
Gary moved to Washington, DC from West Virginia at the age of twelve. His story of growing up on the tough streets and playgrounds of Washington, DC should be on a movie screen.
He had a double whammy growing up he was a black male child and had one arm. Gary grew up in NW DC in a neighborhood where it would have been a challenge for a two armed kid.
The bullies that he encountered would make today’s bullies look like choir boys. Thanks to a knockout punch in his powerful right arm and hand allowed him to take names and kicked ass.
The powerful punch was developed early thanks to his uncle Charles Aubrey who was a semi-pro baseball catcher in West Virginia. During backyard catch games Gary was on the receiving end of his uncle’s many fast balls thrown high and sometimes low and in the dirt. This daily drill helped to prepare him as young kid to be a one of a kind athlete.
When Gary left for D.C. to live with his mother, one of his Uncle Charles’ teammates gave him a parting gift, it was a baseball glove. The rest is baseball history and what legends are made of today.
Once he had arrived in DC he started playing organized baseball at the age of thirteen with young men years older on a team called the Georgetown Panthers.
Gary picked Armstrong Technical High school to take his athletic skills to the next level. He was already a playground legend and still his baseball coach Major Robinson was a skeptic. He didn’t think Gary could make his team. But it didn’t take him long to make a believer out of Coach Robinson.
He was not only a feared catch but was a power hitter his bat was just as feared as his throwing arm.
I first heard of Gary through my older brother the late Robert Alfred Bell better known as Bobby. My brother played second-base on the Armstrong team.
We grew up with my grandmother and Bobby would come home and tell stories about the feats of his one armed teammate. I thought he was making these stories up until I saw “The One Arm Bandit” with my own eyes.
I was a student at Brown Middle school in the early 50s when Gary and Elgin Baylor were the talk of the town.
Brown Middle School is located at 24th and Benning Road in NE DC. It sits on a hill like no other school system in America. There are three other schools located within a stone’s throw of each other. First there is Spingarn High School the home of NBA Hall of Famers Elgin Baylor and Dave Bing, next is Charles Young Elementary, and directly behind it sits Phelps Vocational High School and at the end of the street there is Brown Middle School.
The basketball court that sits directly across from Brown is the site of some memorable playground basketball games that included the likes of Gary, Elgin, Bing, John Thompson, Willie Wood, Willie Jones, etc. Elgin and Dave are in the NBA Hall of Fame and Willie Wood is in the NFL Hall of Fame. The late Len Ford of Armstrong is the other student/athlete in the NFL Hall of Fame.
The DC Public School system is the only public school system in America that can lay claim of having four student/athletes in the NFL and NBA Hall of Fames.
Directly across the street from Spingarn is historical Langston Golf Course where I got to see Heavyweight Boxing Champion Joe Louis and legendary golfer Charlie Sifford up close and personal.
This unique school setting allowed me to watch my brother and Gary play at least twice a year.
This historical hill and school system are an endangered species. In the near future this hill will be the home of the rich and famous with million dollar homes and condoms replacing the schools.
The golf course will become a country club for the residents who will definitely not look like us. They will dock their boats on the Anacostia River and travel by streetcar on Benning Road to work and back home.
There is no way in hell the city is building street car tracks for Black and poor high school students to share with rich White folks! “The Educational Hill” will disappear right before our very eyes and become the Residential Hill.
Gary said, “This has been in the plans for decades.”
When he became a high school senior he was built like a linebacker at 5-foot-11, 185-pound with an arm and wrist so powerful he threw would be base stealers out with ease.
The Washington Star, Daily News and the Times Herald
ignored his great feats on the field of play. Despite the non-recognition he was still named as one of three finalists for the Paris Trophy, given to the city’s top prep baseball player. This was a statement in itself since the only thing preppy about Gary was he sometimes wore a sweater to school.
Gary won the sportsmanship award, but he didn’t win the city’s MVP award. He was not chosen for the MVP or selected to play at the whites-only, season-ending All-High, All-Prep Game at Griffith Stadium. Since he played in Division II athletics in the DC Public High Schools he was not eligible.
He was definitely worthy, according to the Washington Daily News, Gary batted .375, yielded zero stolen bases and didn’t make a single error. The paper noted that the recognition was earned and not based on “sympathy” it was his pure talent that got their attention.
In June 1954, The Washington Senators’ held their annual tryout camp, home to hundreds of hopeful young men and more than a dozen major league scouts. During those three days Gary was the best player in Griffith Stadium.
This is the same ballpark where he once wasn’t allowed to compete in a prep all-star game. In a camp-closing scrimmage, Gary threw out a base runner and hit the only home run, a 350-foot drive over the center-field fence. He was unanimously voted camp MVP.
He dominated a group of players that included future Washington Senator outfielder Chuck Hinton. Chuck went on to have a 11-year major league career. Gary did not receive a contract offer.
A Major League scout explained to the Daily News that Gary could never be an effective catcher because “he’s at a disadvantage on a ball thrown in the dirt.” This statement was just a smoke screen and use to cover up his racist and bias attitude for not offering Gary a contract.
Gary dismissed the racial overtones as, “That is the way it was and no one ever said Life was fair.”
It was Gary’s basketball coach Charlie Baltimore that gave him the tag “The One Arm Bandit.”
One day in practice Coach Baltimore got pissed off after Gary had stolen the ball for about the sixth time he screamed at no one in particular, “How in the hell do you guys keep letting that “One Arm Bandit steal the ball?” The name has been with him ever since.
In 1954 months before desegregation was outlawed in all public schools in America by the Supreme Court, Armstrong and Spingarn High School played each other for the Division II basketball title.
Gary and his teammates would face the greatest basketball player to ever touch a ball in the annals of DC basketball—Elgin “Rabbit” Baylor.
In one of the biggest games in Division II basketball history and against all odds Armstrong would meet undefeated Spingarn and “Basketball God”, Elgin Baylor for the title. The two teams had met twice during the regular season and Baylor had averaged close to 50 points in the two victories.
Armstrong Coach Charlie Baltimore knew he had no chance of beating Spingarn if he didn’t find a way to stop Elgin Baylor. Just before tip-off he called his Captain Gary Mays and teammates together.
He instructed everyone on the floor to play a zone defense with the exception of Gary. He was told to play Elgin Man to Man. Coach Baltimore said “I want you to stay with Elgin regardless of where he decides to go including the bathroom and once he gets there, you sit on the toilet paper!”
The final score Armstrong 50 Spingarn 47. Gary held Elgin to 18 points half of his regular season average on his home court, talking about against all odds!
The defense Coach Baltimore devised was called a Box In One the same exact defense my high school Coach the late Dr. William Roundtree had asked me to play my senior year at Spingarn. Until I heard Gary’s story on why he was able to hold Elgin to 18 points I was walking around thinking I was the first high school basketball player to play in a Box In One!
There were three other things that Gary and I had in common we were both raised by our grandmothers (early years) we worn the number 23 as high school athletes and we were both were piss poor students.
I was in the same boat with Pittsburg Steeler’s QB Terry Bradshaw you could spot me the C-A in cat and I still could not spell it.
The similarities end there he was easily the greatest all-around athlete in the city. He could swim like a fish, played pool and held his own with the sharks and hustlers.
Gary was due to graduate in June 1954 but he had to return to Armstrong to get credits for English and a piano class. He passed both courses and graduated in January 1955.
He wanted to take his athletic skills to the next level by attending college and had been asked by the legendary basketball coach Johnny McLendon to play for him at Tennessee State University in Nashville. The late Coach McLendon was a class act and he was one of the finest coaches to ever coach the game of basketball. He was an innovator and created “The 4 Corners.”
As bad luck would have it Elgin Baylor and Dunbar High School student/athlete Warren Williams came home on a college Christmas break and asked Gary to join them at the College of Idaho.
They made him an offer he could not refuse and Gary joined them for the 54 hour ride by train where Black faces were in short supply. They joined R. C. Owens who would later go on to be an All-Pro wide receiver for the NFL San Francisco 49ers.
During his tenure in the NFL he and NFL Hall of Fame QB John Brodie created “The Alley Oop” pass play. The pattern consisted of Owens running straight down the field and Brodie throwing the ball as far and high as he could get it. Owens would use his basketball skills to out jump the defender for the ball.
In the meantime at the college of Idaho, Elgin, Warren, Gary and R. C. were pioneers during the 50s. There was an unwritten rule that no school could play more than three blacks at time, but the College of Idaho was different.
He reminded me of the great NBA legendary coach, Red Auerbach, as the basketball coach, Sam Vokes walked to his own drum beat.
He wore two hats, he coached basketball and football. He needed players and he would not allow their color to be used to disqualify them.
The school was located in Caldwell, Idaho a small town located near the Oregon border.
The town of Caldwell took some getting use to when Gary decided to go to town he would stop the traffic and the people. They would stare at him. The looks he received were looks of surprise and not hate. They had never seen blacks before.
The locals were very friendly. Winning can do wonders and the town’s folks fell in love with the black players. The school’s basketball team was suddenly hot and could not be stopped.
Elgin averaged 31.3 points and 18.9 rebounds a game. R.C. Owens grabbed 37 rebounds in a single game. The team went undefeated in the Northwest Conference. Where once you could not give tickets away the school was now turning away fans.
Gary hardly ever got any playing time but he could have cared less! He was having so much fun. He and Elgin would put on “Globetrotter-like” dribbling exhibitions during halftime.
The town had really embraced the players and Gary says “I had the best seat in the house, on the bench.”
Gary played baseball for the Coyotes (the team’s nick name) and worked at a Caldwell sporting goods store. He befriended the white owner, Pat O’Connor, a well-known war hero. The two would go hunting and Gary would borrow a shotgun from a local dentist he had befriended.
O’Connor took Gary on sales trips along the Oregon border and he would speak to the school children.
He would entertain the children by tying and untying his shoes. The kids loved it but all good things must come to an end.
In a March 7, 1955, an article was published in Sports Illustrated that said, “The College of Idaho was winning games by admitting academically unqualified athletes.” A blind man could see where the fingers were being pointed.
The fingers were being pointed at Elgin, Warren, R. C. and Gary. They were identified as the “Usual Suspects.”
It was reported that Elgin earned all Bs during his first semester. I would guess if you checked Elgin’s high school transcript you would ask yourself how in the hell could this guy get all Bs?
Coach Vokes stood his ground for the Black athletes against the school administrators. He was fired following the basketball season.
Elgin left for the University of Seattle, which he later led them to the Final Four. Warren Williams transferred to Virginia Union University in nearby Richmond, Virginia and Gary went back to Idaho in the fall, but he didn’t like the new basketball coach. He quit school and returned to DC.
Once home he received a couple of letters from the owner of the Harlem Globetrotters, Abe Saperstein. He offered Gary a tryout but he decided he did not want to be a part of the Globetrotter’s side show.
He started his own construction company, drove a cab, ran a numbers book in what is now known as the DC, Maryland and Virginia lotteries and had one of largest black own liquor stores in DC.
Gary was always a self starter. It would be 50 years later before he returned to Caldwell, Idaho. The occasion, the Coyotes were inducting the 1954-55 basketball team into its basketball Hall of Fame.
R. C. Owens and Gary were the only Black players to return for the induction ceremony. The town folks remembered him and the weekend he spent there for the induction was a love fest.
Today Gary Mays is 75 years old and has a “Family Tree” that consists of Donna his wife of 20 years, a daughter who has her college degree in Communications and a 16 year old son who is a computer whiz.
He loves talking about his 9 year old cousin, Cameron an upcoming track and field superstar or his cousin, A’dia Mathies, who was Miss Kentucky Basketball in 2010.
The 2011 Black History Month tribute, recognition by ESPN Magazine and the City Paper was great and long overdue. The one thing that he enjoyed most was the discovery that he is the original “One Arm Bandit.”
The two men laying claim to that title are John S. Payne a rodeo rancher and Larry Alford II a golfer. There are pictures of them using prosthesis to aid them in their pursuit of excellence. Gary is the only one that uses the one arm to play in the Game Called Life. This Black History fact makes him “The Original One Arm Bandit.”