# NY GOONS REWRITTEN SCRIPT

Yo, check it - this right here is the tale of a cat who shook Brooklyn so violently that when he stood before the judge, they handed him seven life sentences stacked on top of 450 extra years locked in a cage. The judge looked dead at him and said no nation on this Earth deserves the danger of this man ever touching streets again. This is the saga of Delroy Edwards. After three centuries of British rule over the island, Jamaica snatched its independence from the United Kingdom in 1962. Two decades down the line, the two warring political factions - the People National Party and the Jamaica Labour Party - went straight to war battling for dominance and control over the whole damn island. Streets were buzzing that Delroy linked up with the Jamaica Labour Party, which was being run by Edward Saga. This election wasn't nothing like what you see stateside. Nah, this election was being won through raw force and straight terror tactics. It morphed into an all-out street conflict with guerrilla warfare moves being executed, and by the time Edward Saga claimed victory, over 700 Jamaicans had their lives snatched away in this bloody power struggle. Word was Delroy had his hands dirty with a guerrilla hit squad during this whole period. Once the election wrapped, mad soldiers who committed these acts fled Jamaica and scattered to Europe and the United States. With the assist of a tourist visa somewhere around 1981, Delroy was among those fleeing men and he touched down in Brooklyn, New York. For a minute, weed was the game. Delroy was moving nickel and dime bags straight out a storefront, but something revolutionary was creeping on the horizon and that something was white rock. He planted his operation in Brooklyn and eventually rose to lead a savage crew they called The Ranker's Posse. It was a fifty-man deep outfit that grew up executing moves in Jamaica that the average New Yorker only witnessed on movie screens. By 1984, business was thriving heavy. He made the decision to execute a violent conquest of certain New York neighborhoods the Dominicans and Americans were already controlling. This wasn't satisfying enough so he expanded beyond New York to territories like Philadelphia, Washington, Baltimore and even London, England. Early 1985, he was headed to Philly, but before he could board that train, he got hemmed up at Penn Station carrying a 9mm. They released him and the following month he got caught up for slicing a man with a blade on Roger's Avenue in Brooklyn. Back in those days, regular civilians were in constant danger. Every single time a posse of Jamaicans assembled, somebody was catching it - one of those occasions went down in New Jersey when thousands of Jamaicans were gathered for a cookout celebration when members from different gangs spotted each other and let loose. Multiple innocent bystanders became casualties and three of them lost their lives. This was just another incident that put the blazing spotlight on what was transpiring throughout the East Coast. Delroy had an associate named Oswald who graduated from Harvard Law School. Oswald handled plenty of business for the gang, which included dropping cash for a house for Delroy using Delroy's dirty paper. Oswald concealed the deal through a company that he controlled, and five years after the purchase went down, Oswald would pay a heavy price for his participation in these illegal operations. In 1986, Delroy continued his reign of terror across New York by seizing trap houses and blocks that were owned by rival gangs. These gangs were violent themselves, so you can only imagine what level of savagery had to occur for Delroy to capture these city blocks. Delroy was a ruthless commander. He once issued an order for his soldiers to go out and blast anyone that even resembled they were Jamaican, and in carrying out that order, civilians and innocent people got left paralyzed and with permanent damage they could never heal from. He didn't just unleash his violence on opposing gangs. That same year, on three separate occasions, he emptied his weapon on three members of his own squad, hitting them in the legs to deliver them a painful education on what happens when you steal cash from the organization. His crew then rushed and attempted to eliminate one of his competitors at their trap house, then two days after that beat another dude in the skull with a weapon. 1987 would be no different as the violence rolled on. Because he was the leader, he caught the blame for the following crimes. Delroy had serious beef with a crew that operated a trap house on Bergen Street in Brooklyn, so on a freezing day in January, Delroy and his squad torched the house and while it was burning down, they unloaded their weapons, striking a woman four times. She survived. A month after that, they spotted a rival dealer so they pursued him and hunted him down and let loose. In March, they plotted on another enemy of the crew and rushed into his apartment on Choncy Street and unloaded, making him another casualty. Two days following that, Delroy and his crew dragged a man named Norman to a basement where they repeatedly beat him with a baseball bat, suspended him up by chains and continued torturing that man. The next day he was discovered wrapped in plastic on Pacific Street in Brooklyn. Three days later, they plotted on two other enemies sitting in a vehicle on East 98th Street in Brooklyn. They ran up on them and unloaded. Five days after that incident, they rushed down on two men on Saratoga Avenue in Brooklyn and unloaded on both of them. And that same day, they let loose on another man while he was grocery shopping. A few days following that, Delroy unloads his firearm, striking a man on a corner of Stone Avenue in Brooklyn. A few weeks rolled by and Delroy ran up on another man in a subway station in Manhattan and unloaded. The following month, Delroy and his squad spotted their enemies on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn and they unloaded hitting three men making all three of them casualties. Four weeks after that, Delroy unloads on a man by Rogers Avenue in Brooklyn. This was payback for a beef and a violent incident that occurred in Philadelphia. Three weeks following that, Delroy and two of his soldiers traveled out of state and executed two hits and made two more men casualties of the war. Two months later, Delroy and his crew unloaded and made another man a victim. At the conclusion of the year, Delroy and his crew did two more hits on Sterling Place in Brooklyn, making two other men casualties of the war. In 1988, the violence continued rolling and on March 9th, 40 police officers rushed down on Delroy and his crew. At 29 years old, he got arrested in East Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York. By that point, his empire had expanded and because he controlled locations in Bedford, Stivocent, Crown Heights, Brownsville and other sections of New York, London, Washington and Philadelphia, at his peak Delroy's crew was bringing in over $90,000 a day. In 1989, the Jamaican posses were running absolutely wild. The violence was spiraling out of control and law enforcement kept making arrests. They arrested his second and third in command and from Philly to Washington, New York to Baltimore, twenty more members of his crew would get arrested and would later testify against him, sealing his fate. Since members and associates personally knew Delroy was guilty of the crimes he was charged with, they no longer felt fear and were confident that there would be no consequences if they spent all of his money. And that's exactly what they executed. By the time he appeared in court to fight the charges, he was represented by a public defender. While all the undercover operations were executing to stop the Jamaicans in America, the same was transpiring in Europe, specifically West London. London also had a drug crisis, so they launched an investigation on some small-time drug dealers. And during that investigation, they became suspicious of a building that had heavy Jamaican activity and foot traffic moving back and forth. After further investigation, they uncovered an operation led by two brothers, Lee Roy and Victor. The brothers were wanted for multiple crimes back in America, which included a couple of shootings in Harlem where some of the victims survived and some of them didn't make it. The brothers were part of Delroy's Ranker's Posse, and they all were able to travel back and forth using fake passports with fake names that were provided by a guy who lived on Lyndon Boulevard in Brooklyn. His name was Kenneth, and he worked in the passport office. Kenneth would later be convicted of providing over 20 passports to the Jamaican posse based out of New York. Now let's get back to the brothers. They had a smooth operation where they would hire women of the night to fly to New York and pick up packages, which included powder and fly back to London. After the investigation, the brothers got arrested in England and sent to prison. They would serve time in England before being extradited and held accountable for other crimes back in America.

The legacy of Delroy Edwards and the Jamaican posses of the 1980s remains one of the most brutal and consequential crime waves in American history. What started as a few men fleeing political violence in Jamaica transformed into a nationwide narcotics empire that left hundreds dead and thousands traumatized across multiple cities and continents. Delroy's seven life sentences plus 450 years served as a stark reminder that no matter how powerful an empire becomes, how much money flows through its veins, or how many soldiers answer to its command, the consequences of that violence eventually catch up. The Ranker's Posse didn't just deal drugs - they redefined urban violence for an entire era. Their ruthlessness, their willingness to torture, their indiscriminate targeting of anyone in their way, and their expansion across state lines and international borders demonstrated a level of organization and brutality that forced law enforcement to completely rethink how they approached organized crime. Today, Delroy Edwards sits in a federal penitentiary serving out a sentence that will keep him caged until the day he dies, a living monument to an age when the streets belonged to men with no mercy and no limits. His story stands as a cautionary tale - a reminder that empires built on blood, terror, and powder eventually crumble, and when they do, the man at the top pays the ultimate price. The Jamaican posses are gone, but their impact on American cities and the lives they destroyed will echo through Brooklyn, Philadelphia, Washington, Baltimore, and London forever.