Bandito "Old Lady" Tells All

Note from Judd: I did two reports on the Bandito Motorcycle Gang in Texas. I actually rode a motorcycle with them for several months with a photographer with me some of the time. You can read the reports on the Investigation Page. One of my investigations was about the so-called "old ladies" who rode with the Banditos.

I said I did not understand why these young women would ride with such men who claimed them a property and passed them around for sex. I heard from a woman in Texas who says she was one of the "old ladies" riding with the Bandits and that I did not understand how these women were forced to stay with the gang. She wrote me this letter explaining her life with the Bandits in the late 70's when I did my TV report on the Banditos. She is not one of the women I interviewed on my TV report. (I had to edit some of this letter, and change several locations, and the writer's name for her protection. The Bandits have a rule that the only way you can leave the gang is to be dead, and if you talk you will be dead. She asked for some of these changes so the gang cannot find her and kill her.)

The Letter, February 27, 2003: OK, no holds barred... I moved to Galveston (Texas) and began dancing at a club called The S-----. Bandito B-----, a 5'5", long blondish haired, crooked-nosed mean son-of------- took notice that I was pulling in at least $100 a day. He asked me to be his "old lady" and I giggled within my response of no. He asked if I was sure and I replied again no. Before the hour was up two girls had jumped on me and bruised me up pretty good, least to mention the hair they pulled out.

After several weeks of healing I went to a different club that was in the old part of downtown Galveston. I had gone and bought a small handgun because I didn't want to go through it again without any protection. Sure enough, on my first night two girls jumped on me and when I pulled out my gun, hoping just to edge myself out of the club, I got hit with a pool cue and disarmed. Finally as I was being held down I asked B----- why me and what did he want from me? He told me that I seemed to be making the most in tips, as he had had me and several other ladies watched and that he owed about $24,000 on his motorcycle. He wanted me to pay it off for him and he promised that if I did so and still wanted to leave, I could. So began the life of turning tricks, turning all my belongings over and turning every penny I made over to B-----. Each night, in return, I would not get beat up anymore and I got a Levi vest with "Property of Bandito B-----" that he embellished with rattlesnake patches for I went by the street name of Rattlesnake.

This went on for about two months and then I went to him and told him that I had completed my verbal contract with him and that the trick I had set up for that night was one to rent me a place of my own. OK, he said. You think a little more about it but I need to use your car because one of my bro's bike is broke down and we need to go get some parts. Like a fool, I handed him the keys not really knowing or caring about his intentions. All I thought about that night was freedom. B----- returned close to 2am and said I needed to put my "John" on hold because I need to give him a ride to pick up his own bike now which he said was on east beach. I said okay, but let me change clothes because all I had on was a bathing suit top and a pair of short-shorts. B----- said No, not enough time. Like a fool again I told my "John" that I'd be right back and then I got into the passenger side of my car, noticing a lot of stuff piled up in the back seat. After getting in I turned and looked closer and saw that it was my stuff and that he had no intentions of letting me leave. As I turned to jump out of the car he backhanded me and said, "Ok, bitch. You wanna leave me. Nobody leaves me unless they're 6 foot under. It just so happens that a few of my bro's have been wondering what that s------ of yours was like so we'll just go let them all have a field day and then I'm blowin your brains out all over the beach." I began begging and praying that this was not all happening to me. Knowing that the last lady he had before me still had her mouth wired shut from when he broke her jaw, I was hoping for the same.

When we got to east beach there were 12 Bandito's waiting for us. I thought the nightmare had begun back at the club when he picked me up. Not so.. He took out a pistol and put it to my head and began calling me names and threatening me about how he was going to take my life away. He wore big diamond rings on both of his hands and he would backhand me with one fist, knock me to my knees and then order me to stand up and then backhand me with the other fist. I, being in a state of shock, could not muster up one tear in my eyes and I think that pissed him off even more. Boom, to the ground, "Get up ----" boom back down again. He did this for what seemed like 30 min. and with my nose broken and blood flowing everywhere he ordered me to go spread my legs and let his bro's get a little. Every one of those son-of------ raped me, except for one. As, that one was laying on top of me, pretending, he whispered in my ear that he was so sorry, and I don't even know what his name was. After the raping, B----- punched me a few more times and then he placed his pistol into my mouth and said, "Get the ----- off this Island, don't ever come back, don't ever hook up with any of my bro's and don't ever speak a word about this or I'll hunt you down and finish off what I started here. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change and tossed it into my car. "Get now" he said. I could barely see because my eyes had swollen shut due to the beating but I made it up Broadway until I ran out of gas at about 45th street. Keep in mind that I was covered with bug bites over my entire body and blood was everywhere. I collected the change, which came to about 4 bucks and walked to the nearest gas station. I didn't have a gas can and this man drove up and saw that I needed help. He put some gas in my car and then we went back to the station and he filled it up. Only one promise he asked of me. Go make a report with the police, which I tried but they just shrugged it off and said I should do what B- ---- had ordered me to do. Leave. Finally a tear forced itself to come out, but still to this day I cry so much inside.

What was it like while I was B-----'s property? Well, I was forced to keep his house clean, wait on him hand and foot, have sex with him, both vaginal and oral while he reeked from the smell of another woman. If I was a good girl, (made several hundred in one night) he'd maybe take me out to dinner or buy me another rattlesnake patch to add to the collection on his property colors. I was not allowed to talk unless I got permission and all my dance clothes were shared by any other girl that wanted to wear them. I tossed many a g-string because they would come back beyond cleansing. When I left the island I had no self-esteem, pride, respect or love for myself, life, people or the world.. I have regained all back except for the fact that I trust very few. I was headed back to CA. but my car blew up right outside of El Paso and I had to call one of my costumers in Galveston to help me out. He flew out and picked me up only to take me back to Galveston where I hid for several months in a trailer on west beach. Eventually I moved from the island and came to N------. When I first got here I met a man, D--- K-----, who owned at that time the only (motorcycle) shop for miles. I confided in him and he promised that he would not allow any of the Bandito's to M---- with me or they would not get anymore parts from him. D--- was also the drummer at a local night spot. For once I felt safe, until D--- died. I then continued to work and save until I purchased some land and designed and had my home built. I now am retired and far away from Texas, on a hilltop that overlooks all of B------ county. There is no way for any of them to get to me now without a Winchester, 1300 Defender, 12 gauge to welcome them.

I cannot speak for any of the girls that get all caught up in that crazy way of life. I can only share my past with you. My life has so much more from the past, present and future going for it and one day my best selling book will be complete.
Peace from N------.
Rattlesnake

Note: If you want to reply to this letter, send the reply to Judd@TroubleshooterJudd.com and I will forward it.
Filed February 2003.