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stone cold tactician who flipped bricks into an 80 million dollar operation booby wasn't just chasing paper he was chasing power his squad moved heavy leaving nothing but smoke and shells everywhere they went choppers lighting up out of whips like it was just another Tuesday for a minute Miami wasn't just dangerous it was damn near a full blown war zone but in the shadows of all that madness another legend was quietly stacking bodies and bread Avonda Dowling known in the trenches as black girl while booby was soaking up all the headlines and all that blood vonda was on her own wave one that had her going head up with the so called kings of the city she wasn't no side character she was the hurricane the news kept sleeping on Avonda's come up was surgical born in 1963 to James Big Jake Dowling a boss in the international longshoreman's union she grew up learning how to move on docks and boardrooms and eventually through trap spots she had that lethal combination looks smarts and absolutely zero fear word in the streets was she was tall athletic sharp as a blade and didn't give a damn if you were a dude or a female if you crossed her you got handled by the time she graduated from Miami carol city high she was already catching cases boosting designer bags from department stores scrapping in the streets with grown men smashing fools with bats running over haters with her whip Avonda wasn't just reckless she was relentless her rap sheet read like war scrolls aggravated battery grand theft assault gunplay drug trafficking but each case only made her instincts sharper she made her bones under a local heavy hitter named bunky brown once bunky got knocked and sat down in Atlanta federal vonda didn't even blink she grabbed the reins and went full speed into the crack game one of her main shooters Jamal pukalata brown told detective she learned how to cook up the product from a Haitian connect named Tony in 94 after that it was a wrap she had the recipe the pipeline and the muscle and she wasn't just cooking up crack she was cooking up an empire apartment by apartment zip code by zip code she turned Miami into a chessboard while boobies boys were pulling heat vandas gang known in the hood as the vanda gang was quietly stacking millions and leaving a bloody trail of their own and the bodies they racked up rivals snitches even her own workers if they got sloppy law enforcement started to pick up on it retired detective Jeff Lewis who had spent years tracking the booby boys said it straight every time we peel back a layer black girl was there informants wouldn't even whisper her name without checking the shadows would you work for her they'd ask the answer was always the same hell no she was respected she was feared and if she smiled at you you better pray it wasn't your last blessing by the mid to late 90s Miami wasn't just a war zone it was vanda's playground and unlike most who played in that world she didn't need no man's name to certify her she was a boss in her own right a rare force and a game built for kings who underestimated queens Avanda Dowling didn't just survive the 90s dope wars she helped define them in the heart of Miami's war torn overtown Avanda Dowling carved out a legacy soaked in blood coke and cold ambition by 1992 she had already married and split from Jerry Jackson a port worker who ended up swapping cargo manifests for court documents after catching a dope case their union brought two kids into the world Javante and Vanshari but the marriage didn't survive the year Avanda she kept it pushing eyes locked on empire from 1985 through the end of the millennium she ran a 24-7 dope outpost at 11th terrace in northwest second avenue deep in the belly of overtown once known as colored town overtown had long been overlooked under policed and left to rot perfect soil for a queenpin to plant her flag and Avanda wasn't just another hustler she turned her trap into a full blown drugstore pushing powder and rocks like it was walgreens after dark federal prosecutor David Gardy painted the picture best that spot was the record of crack round the clock seven days no holidays Avanda controlled several apartments in the same building one for stashing weight one for cooking and another to break down the product into street ready bundles she didn't just serve fiends she supplied other dealers too word spread fast if you needed work in overtown vonda had it her operation had 10 to 12 people on payroll at any given time not counting her top enforcers one of those enforcers was Robert Lee Raros Sawyer this wasn't no corner banger Raros was a headhunter crossed the queenpin and he made sure you wouldn't live to regret it in front of a grand jury Raros confessed he first met Avanda back in the early eighties when her husband Jerry Jackson was still the face of the business but once Jackson got bagged Avanda didn't skip a beat she picked up the whole operation like she was born for it Raros kept coming back for work even after his own stints behind bars by the early nineties he was part of her inner circle then there was Jamal Pukalata Brown a teenager when he got pulled into vonda's orbit in 93 he started out pushing packs for a G a week but vonda wasn't just about street sales she was grooming soldiers she let Pukalata crash at her duplex on northwest 50th schooled him in the art of crack cooking and molded him into a trusted lieutenant but trust in the dope game is fragile on New Year's Day in 98 Pukalata took bullets in front of that same duplex and ended up paralyzed at first vonda looked out but that didn't last according to insiders she started treating him like dead weight like his wheelchair was a burden on her bankroll cold world another soldier in her command was Andre Bam McWater if Raros was the sword Bam was the shield he helped lock down the block making sure rival crews didn't test the wrong turf together they guarded the hole like a fortress and make no mistake Avanda was hands-on she wasn't some backroom boss she oversaw every detail from heat check to hand off she managed her shooters her sellers her stashers on occasion she'd even pedal up to clients on a 10 speed bike with dope in the handlebars that's how thorough she was but she wasn't just slinging to stack she was trading blow for firepower AK 47s Mac tens and more Miami wasn't a city back then it was a battlefield and Avanda was suiting up like a general former detective Tony Monheim didn't mince words she was ruthless had to be you don't climb in that world without shedding some blood and she shed it early her first known body dropped in 86 a loud ambitious dealer named Michael McBride thought he could set up shop a stone's throw from vanda's fortress not only that he undercut her prices and cooked a cleaner product in a city full of sharks McBride showed up thinking he was the only one with teeth he didn't last long Avanda made sure of that from the outside she might have looked like just another pretty face with a sharp tongue but inside she was built for war cold-blooded calculating and completely unmoved by the rules of the game in overtown you either feared her worked for her or ended up outlined in chalk and that was just the beginning in the dope game there's no coupons no customer service and definitely no second chances as one fed told it in court on 11th terrace competitors didn't get out hustled they got erased that's exactly what happened when Avanda Dowling better known in the streets as black girl decided Michael McBride had to go he posted up too close to her stronghold pushing better product and undercutting her prices that kind of bold move in her backyard wasn't just disrespect it was a death wish she put 10 bands and half a brick on his head that contract went to her enforcer Raros who made quick work of it McBride's body turned up and with it came the message loud and clear don't test the queen or you gonna bleed but the bodies kept piling up throughout the late 80s and into the 90s there was Darnell Theus one of her rival dealers caught slipping at the wrong place wrong time there was Kevin Duffey a snitch who thought he could testify against her organization word to the wise you don't flip on vonda and live to tell about it her reputation grew with every corpse dropped by 1994 the feds had enough evidence to move on her but even behind bars she was dangerous Avanda got sentenced to life in federal prison but that didn't stop her from running her empire from the inside she had visitors soldiers loyal to her cause who moved her packages moved her messages and kept the money flowing even locked up she was still a threat still a force still someone who commanded respect from every angle of the game when she finally hit the pen her first stint was at Tallahassee Federal Prison Camp but even there she couldn't stay out of trouble she got into it with other inmates over respect over territory over the simple fact that Avonda Dowling didn't know how to be anything less than a boss the years added up life without parole meant exactly that and Avonda did her time hard never breaking never snitching never becoming less than what she was a queenpin to her core when she died in prison in 2010 the streets didn't forget not even a little bit they remember Avonda Dowling as the woman who took on the biggest names in Miami during the most vicious era the city ever saw she didn't have a man's name behind her she didn't need one she was the name bosses whispered when nobody else was listening she was the answer to the question who ran it all and even though the 90s are long gone and Miami has moved on the legacy of black girl still echoes through overtown through the projects through every corner where young hustlers still dream of getting money and having power they see Avonda Dowling and they remember that you don't need permission to be great you don't need a man's co-sign to run your own ship she proved that in blood in coke and in the bodies she left behind Avonda Dowling's story is a reminder that in the game there are no rules no mercy and no second acts but there is legacy and hers is cemented in the annals of Miami's most dangerous and most feared the queenpin the hurricane the woman who played against all odds and carved her name in stone rest easy black girl your name will never die.