I am a fast learner and when I HAVE TO, I learn fast to be able to be independent and not be controlled by anyone.
My grandmother once told me that in order to know if the maid has done a good job making my bed, I have to learn how to make a bed first and that has always been my motto.
Once I opened the only bilingual answering service at the time in the city and all the telephone operators were bilingual — until a team of the Metro killing squad ransacked the place.
With Lieutenant Bobby Hitt leading the squad, which was also known in legal circles as the Organized Crime Unit, a bunch of those guys went into my building and ransacked the place, beat up the telephone operator and wanted to force her to open my private office.
All they had to do would have been to press the button on my secretary’s desk and the door could be pried open, but it apparently was easier to kick the door down.
That day the Organized Crime Unit raided the jewelry store that Tony Spilotro owned on Sahara Ave.; they also raided the Stardust Hotel and Casino owned at the time by Allan Glick; and of course they also raided the car lot across the street from my building, owned by Joey Cusumano, who law enforcement agencies had accused for years of Mob ties, but had NEVER been able to prove the connections or the ties.
One day I came back from out of town and sat in the lobby of my office building where a new employee was seated at the switchboard; she never asked me how she could help me; she never asked me what I needed or even why I was sitting in that office when my friend Don Snook — who at the time was a real General Manager (appointed by me and my partner at the time, not appointed by himself and making his own business cards) — came out from the back and the new switchboard operator jumped on him because he had taken too much time to bring her a cup of coffee.
I slowly got up from the couch and asked her, “Is that the way to talk to your boss…?” She did not let me finish and ordered me to shut up and to mind my own business.
I then told her that that was exactly what I was doing, and introduced myself to her and told her all the things she had done wrong in the twenty minutes or so that I was seated there, and told her to get out of the phone room and to come back tomorrow to pick up her check.
She now was very concerned for the company’s well-being and asked me who was going to manage the board and the answer shocked her. “I am going to sit there and handle all the calls because I know how to do it” — until the grave yard shift would come in; and I called the supervisor to come and finish the shift for hiring incompetent personnel.
Then, I thanked my grandmother’s soul for the lesson that she had taught me at an early age — a lesson that I have never forgotten, until last year.
Recently I had someone that wanted to help me and the radio station because he wanted to be “part of the Tribune team” — and that was my biggest mistake, not of the year, but of the century.
This guy, John Thomas, changed everything around; he lied and lied and lied, until some lies caught up with him and caught him where he could not cover his lies any more, and I had to change all the passwords and asked him not to come back.
I have been preparing for his departure for some time, but my last discovery filled the glass and I could not wait until I was ready.
He must have figured out that this was coming because during the last week he was here I slipped and let everyone know that I was taking some computer classes to learn the system by which radiotribune.com operates.
It may take a little bit of time, but I will be as good a control engineer as anyone else until I can teach everyone to handle his or her own show.
I was going to suggest to Mr. Thomas that he should teach A’esha Goins to use the controls of her own radio show, but I did not, or maybe I did not want to realize that the two of them were in cahoots; as soon as I asked him not to come back to our office, she stopped doing her radio show without even saying a word.
It seems like all those on the air who said, “Thank you, Rolando, for this opportunity” were as fake as she was, but that is my own fault for wanting to always do the right thing, or for not realizing when people that pretend to be strong most of the time are weak and are very easily controlled by anyone who wants to use the other person.
That is how grateful A’esha Goins is to radiotribune.com, by ignoring the fact that it was radiotribune.com who gave her the opportunity to be on the air and to keep the Black community better informed. Does A’esha Goins think that 88.1, the alleged Black station, will give her the same opportunity without her paying a dime?
Doesn’t she realize that 88.1 is an alleged Black station at the service of a small group of Black politicians and big shot wannabes to control the Black community for their own benefit?
I was not going to waste my ink and my time writing about these souls, but because I have people coming to me with comments that others have made about me and this newspaper, I have changed my mind and next week I will continue with more about this and I will take all measures and will go to the extreme to unmask all those people that for almost one year now have fooled everyone; people confuse my speaking with an accent with stupidity.
Let’s see who is going to be more embarrassed.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column.
Rolando Larraz is Editor in Chief of the Las Vegas Tribune. His column appears weekly in this newspaper. To contact Rolando Larraz, email him at: Rlarraz@lasvegastribune.com or at 702-868-NEWS (6397)