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6 of 2003 July
CHRONICLE
"I assassinated by five thousand dollars"
The Army of the United States turned it a deadly weapon. It was a key piece in the concealed operations of the company (Central Agency of Intelligence) in Asia, Europe and South America overthrowing regimes of dictators and helping the towns that fought being free, until Jimmy Hughes becomes an assassin of the tentacles of the Italian Mafia in the United States on salary. The Department of Justice did not manage to put it after the grates and the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigations) had to give protection him in exchange for information. Today it relates his history to the TODAY NEWSPAPER.
Texts: Mauricio Vásquez Acosta
Photos: Coal Omar
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Jimmy Hughes, that was an expert in terrifying and killing another one, now is an international evangelista
The aim of the war in Vietnam, in 1973, marked the beginning of my military specialty. My instructors and teachers were the American combatants who managed to survive the fire of the guerrillas of the Vietcong. He was 17 years old and he sought to scale positions in the military service.
I registered in each course without mattering it last it that outside. I attended schools of parachuting, diving, operations of escape and rescues, resistance like prisoner military and sobreexperience in jungle, sea and desert. I specialized in plastic explosives and like sniper. In six years, the military schools as the Rangers or the Forces Delta turned a soldier elite to me.
To my 23 years I happened to work for the company in missions concealed outside the United States. In countries of Asia, Europe and South America I fought to defend the rights of others. I helped towns that they loved to be free and to fight regimes of dictators. It is to say that the army of the United States did not train me to be a damn one, but to defend to my country and the enemies of the democracy and the freedom.
After several secret missions I left the company and, four years later (1984), I left the army and I went away to live calmly to California, without imagining that my bloodier acts were about to to come.
To break heads
In the military rows I had an Italian friend who spoke to me of a certain Padrino and I never paid much attention to him, because I thought that those were things that are seen only in the cinema. But a day me I found it in California, we left to take drinks and we remembered the experiences that we lived in the Army. The heat of the drinks I asked to him on "the Padrino" and it said to me that I could work with the Family. To the few days we became to reunite and it presented/displayed doctor Nichols, who was interested in me, when knowing my military specialty. I was the man who he needed for his dirty works. The Mafia had recruited to me; the Padrino was the Dr Nichols.
Of the bullets to the public
- At the moment Jimmy Hughes is an international evangelista.
- He is the founder of the Disciplinary center Door of Hope, that it rescues to young people of maras in Honduras.
- He is the president of "Free The Oppressed Ministries" (Ministry Releases the Pressed ones).
- next the 12 of July, in the Amphitheatre of the Fair the International, Jimmy will give their testimony in the denominated congress We save Multitudes 2003, from the 6:30 of afternoon.
- the entrance is free.
- If it wishes greater information calls to the telephone 242-3333.
My first work in the Mafia was to collect the money of which their accounts did not pay and that included to break legs, arms and heads with baseball bats. Thus I began to untie a spiral of street violence that grew more and more. I did not fear to him to anything or to anybody. Families of gangster of other states subcontracted me not to use their own assassins and thus to evade to the authorities. There was a species of agreement between the families and for that reason I traveled to other parts of the United States being an assassin. That got to be my profession: to kill by money.
Although in the army already it had savored what was to kill, with the Mafia I got to offer my talents and my gifts to the money, to the ticket. I assassinated by five, ten, twenty, thirty and forty thousand dollars. Than I more received to kill a being was fifty thousand dollars, since it was a professional work. It went as well as to the 27 years I was sold to the prostitution of the badness.
I got to be the informer of the Padrino, that was dedicated to the business of the casinos. I was the bodyguard of its children. I got to have as much fame as sicario that when the Mafia in all United States requested to Jimmy Hughes, the Family sent to me because they knew that they could trust my work completely.
I fixed the violence situations and if there were to kidnap somebody to threaten it I was a professional in terrifying a human being. He was an expert in that area.
For that then ones already he was cocaine addict; he enchanted the cocaine to me. He had a terrible addiction, always took drug in my pockets. He took licor every day. But a thing takes you to the other and that addiction began to me to rob hours of dream; it only slept twice to the week because it always suffered of serious nightmares. With as much blood that I spilled it could fill a swimming pool.
Gratuitous death
A day the Padrino called to me and it gave the order me to kill to a subject by 30 thousand dollars. For surprise mine, that type I knew it; we were friends. But, between the Mafia, ' business plows bussines' (businesses are businesses).
When I arrived at the house of the subject, I no longer was a normal being; to see as much violence had turned me a possessed person he received to me with a greeting: ' What so, cómo.estás, much taste... ' and I entered its house.
One never imagined that it had opened the doors to him to the death. But, within the mansion, there were other five people who were drinking and inhaling cocaine. Pense I ': ' I must kill to this one by 30 thousands, but the other five I do not know who son'. To the others I did not saw them as important people and until I thought that it also did a favor to the society eliminating them. I said myself: ' Good, the other five go away free in contracted.
The night began to fall and when I removed to my weapon nobody realized, because were drugged, alcoholizados and speaking trivialities. There empece ': ' Bum, bum, bum... '.
All fell dead around me in a matter of seconds, nobody could react. They were off guard, nobody hoped to die. The shot fell to them in its head.
But it happens that still having the weapon in my hand, in the middle of the blood pool, I see the face destroyed by the bullet of that man by whom the 30 thousand dollars would pay to me. In that face exhausted, I am myself reflected like in a mirror.
The hairs bristle to me and I am congealed to see that that I am. Simultaneously I begin to listen to a voice that says to me: ' Jimmy you today know that I love to you and I can perdonar' to you. I said myself then: ' what is what happens. Or God is crazy or I already am losing the sense by as much drug, as much blood, so much violenciá.
In that macabre scene, average me king '; but later a great chill happened to me.
I felt that almost the heart became paralyzed to me and once again return to hear the voice: ' Jimmy you today know that I love to you and I can perdonar' to you. Then I left fleeing from that place, leaving average dozen of died by 30 thousand dollars.
When arriving at the house he was desperate and it looked for how to relieve that anguish that did not let persecute to me. It for the first time felt in my interior a species of repentance. I felt that no longer it could more, than everything was a hell.
Catched in the solitude of my house, I took the telephone and I decided to call to my mother, who was like Christian misionera in Guatemala.
When it answered my call, I said to him immediately: ' Mami, I am in problemas'. She respondio ': ' Jimmy, always you have been in problemas'.
' Listening - I said -, I do not know if the FBI is going to me to catch or if I give myself. I do not know if they will send me to the jail or if the Mafia killed to me; but I want that you pray by me. I do not want to die or to go to the jail without before doing you pass them with Dios'.
She prayed intensely by my. Through the telephone line we could be united my mother, in Guatemala; I, in California, and God, in skies. I experienced the immense one for the first time to be able of the oration, a power superior to any weapon that it had always had in my hands.
Of the Mafia to the FBI
On the following day I appeared where the Padrino and I said to him that it wanted to resign, that no longer it would return to kill nobody and that it wanted to be peacefully.
he watched me like whom opposite has a crazy person. He paid the 30 thousand dollars to me; but he clarified to me immediately: ' Jimmy, you know the procedure, know that you put your life in was in danger.
I respondi ': ' Yes, '; but you know that if passes something we died todos'.
The Padrino was not entrusted, had respect to me, because they knew of which had been able to do by money. I broke the bows with the Mafia, but the problems did not finish.
The FBI, the Department of Justice and the Police already had to me fichado. They were behind me, wanted to know what was what I had in the brain, what things knew of the Mafia.
But in the United States that is fulfilled exactly of which you are innocent until the opposite proves itself to you.
Before llevarte in opinion, the public prosecutors make sure to have tests in your con. Then, I, like was a professional, never left a fingerprint in the scenes of the crime. That was like a pride for me. I was very careful in that, because my training was very professional.
When they realized of which tests in my against taking did not exist in to opinion, they included to me in the Program of Protection of Witnesses of the FBI, in exchange for giving to the authorities certain information. I knew the law, had studied much and knew what relying to me. The agents of the FBI knew that they did not deal with a gross one; nevertheless, I arrived at the limit to by hand have a hand with the FBI and I said to them that already the sufficient thing had collaborated. That no longer he had no information that to give them.
My life followed afflicted. Whenever it raised my car, it feared that when igniting it it exploded or that the Mafia sent a pair to me from killers to my house. It was cornered and it was in that impasse when I made my pact with God: to live or to die. And He decided that I lived to give my testimony to any part to where He takes to me. In order to say him to people that if God pardoned to the apostle Pablo, who persecuted Christians to kill them, and he has pardoned me to me, that so many times stained my hands with blood, also can pardon to all that that has sinned. There is no bad one to that the power of God cannot pardon.
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