This documentary about the infamous Black Mafia Family (BMF) originally aired on the History Channel (US television) in September 2010.
The Black Mafia Family (BMF), was an drug trafficking organization originally based in Detroit, Michigan. Founded by the Flenory brothers Demetrius and Terry, the organization began in the late 1980s. By the year 2000, they had established cocaine distribution cells in cities throughout the United States. Through their Los Angeles-based drug source, they had direct links to Mexican-based drug cartels. They established two main hubs for their operation: the Atlanta, Georgia hub, for distribution, was operated by older brother Demetrius, while the Los Angeles, California hub was operated by Terry to handle incoming shipments from Mexico.
Around 2000, the organization tried to legitimize itself by entering the hip-hop music business, starting a company called BMF Entertainment. Through BMF Entertainment, it helped promote a number of artists, including Young Jeezy, as well as BMF Entertainment’s sole artist, Bleu DaVinci.
In 2005, the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) indicted members of the Black Mafia Family, ultimately securing convictions by targeting the Flenory brothers under the Continuing Criminal Enterprise Statue. Both were sentenced 30 years to life. Subsequent indictments eventually targeted over 150 members of the organization. Prosecutors alleged the organization made over $270 million over the course of the conspiracy.
The whole situation with BMF used to sicken me. They were practically worshipped. I remember when rappers used to run around praising and name checking the crew (some still do it today) like they were these virtuous human beings. But the reality is they were evil scum bags who helped to flood and destroy neighbourhoods with their poison and then left a trail of fear and destruction in their wake.
Also the attention that they drew to themselves was just ridiculous. The huge BMF billboards in the city of Atlanta, walking around with the entire contents of a jewellery store wrapped around their necks, the cars and dragging an ELEPHANT (poor thing) in to a night club for Big Meech’s 36th jungle themed birthday celebrations just leaves me shaking my head in disbelief.
This is definitely a lesson in what not to do when running a huge drug trafficking operation.