Let It Bleed

Hard at work on his eighth novel, Deadwood author Pete Dexter still packs a punch

Whidbey Island, Washington — On a warm late-summer afternoon, Pete Dexter trudges across the living room of his home perched high above Puget Sound on Whidbey Island, Diet Coke in hand, and steels himself to tell the story of how he was once beaten half to death by a pack of drunken thugs in South Philadelphia.

It is an anguished saga that the legendary columnist—and author of Deadwood, acclaimed Hollywood screenwriter, and now part of an anthology celebrating some of the nation's greatest newspaper wordsmiths—has shared before. Even 30 years later, recounting the fight never gets easier for Dexter.

"I'm sick and tired of the story," says Dexter, though he knows it is a signature moment of his trajectory from newsman to writing some of the most original and important novels in American literature, including the National Book Award–winning Paris Trout (1988), a riveting tale of an unrepentant racist who brutally murders a 14-year-old black girl in a small Georgia town in the late 1940s.

Pete Dexter, circa 1974. A throwback to a day when big-city columnists’ prose all but rose from the cracks of the sidewalks— or subways.
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Pete Dexter, circa 1974. A throwback to a day when big-city columnists’ prose all but rose from the cracks of the sidewalks— or subways.
Pete Dexter in front of brick building at the state hospital for the criminally insane in Milledgeville, Georgia.
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Pete Dexter in front of brick building at the state hospital for the criminally insane in Milledgeville, Georgia.

Settling deep into a dark-green leather chair near a patio window that offers a commanding view of ferries chugging across the cold blue waters, Dexter begins: "It was not a good column. I was trying to write something I didn't feel."

Dexter is referring to the column that almost got him killed. Published on December 9, 1981, in the Philadelphia Daily News and running under the headline "In Tasker, It's About to Stop," Dexter's intent was to applaud community efforts to stop the spread of drug dealing in Grays Ferry, a blue-collar, Irish Catholic neighborhood rife with racial clashes, a lot of dope, and a lot of hate.

"A couple of weeks ago, a kid named Buddy Lego was found dead in Cobbs Creek," wrote Dexter. "It was a Sunday afternoon. He was from the neighborhood, a good athlete, a nice kid. Stoned all the time. The kind of kid you think you could have saved."

The kid's mother, nearly hysterical, called Dexter. How, she cried, could he write that her dead son was a drug user? Lego's brother, Tommy, the night bartender at Dougherty's, was also on the phone, screaming at the then-38-year-old columnist and demanding a retraction.

"So I tell him I'll come down to the bar," Dexter recalls. "We can talk about it, but no, I say, I'm not doing a retraction. My source was good. So I go into the bar a few days later, thinking I'd calm things down. It's about 8 at night. I say, 'Get me a beer, and we'll talk.' Then somebody hits me from the right side, sheared off a bunch of teeth. Then I get hit again. So I get out of there."

Dexter went straight to the home of his buddy, famous fighter Randall "Tex" Cobb, who was hosting a party. (Less than a year later, the 6-foot-3, 225-pound Cobb, known for having one of the greatest chins of all time, fought 15 rounds at the Houston Astrodome and lost the heavyweight championship to Larry Holmes.)

"So I tell him what happened, and I'm kind of fuzzy on this, but I think Randall says, 'Well, let's go straighten this out,'" Dexter recalls. "So he and a few others come back with me. We get there, and the same three or four guys are there at the bar. I say to them, 'There will be no sucker punches now.'

"Randall says, 'What do you want to do now?' And I didn't know. If only I'd given it a little thought. It was a moment of complete futility. No one was listening. It was as if I'd killed the guy's brother. So this little fat guy gets up, goes outside for something, and the next thing I know the room is filled up—maybe 30 guys. They got bats and tire irons, and this is where Randall supposedly said, 'I hope this is the local softball team.'"

A haunted look clouds Dexter's face as the story aches forward.

"We started heading out the door," he goes on. "Randall and I were the last ones out. It's freezing—rain and sleet on the streets. Randall got hit with a crowbar. I ran toward the guy who did it. I wanted to bite that fat fucker's face. And then the lights went out. Randall said I was on the ground getting hit with a bat and pool stick. I don't know why I didn't end up dead that night."

Barely conscious, it was Cobb (who, in his boxing career, was only knocked out once, by Dee Collier in 1985) who, likely saving his life, fended off the attackers and got Dexter to the hospital.

At the hospital, things grew dire. "They were late getting the tube down my throat, and I didn't get the anesthesia," Dexter says. "I couldn't breathe. I woke up, and they were screwing screws into my legs while I was still awake, but I couldn't talk. It was like an electric shock going through me."

Dexter suffered a broken pelvis, a cracked femur, nerve damage to his hands, a concussion, bleeding on the brain, and a spine fractured in two places. His scalp required 90 stitches.

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4 comments
Tom Flanagan
Tom Flanagan

Excellent article! I'm proud to have frequented the same Philly bars as Pete and more proud to have read his work. The world's a better place with him in it.

lattefox
lattefox

As I am heading to PHL soon,I was searching a book or two on PHL to read.Pete Dexter was mentioned to me as an interesting character ,talented writer to look up.Pete lives in WA!Though I never lived in PHL,My daughter has been there ,working and now attending U Penn,she can certainly tell you what Pete wrote and experienced personally .PHL is raw,vivid,dangers just around the corner,character of each street vary in black and white,night and day .If you were white middle class or ordinary tax paying citizen,you are confined in a small safe zone in a central area of the town .I worry about my suburban raised white daugher who is into saving animals...I say save yourself and go to greener pasture asap! You can't change history overnight alone.Look what happened to Pete and his fighter friend!

Dandthompson
Dandthompson

You sound like a whiny, little coward. For the love of Christ, visit the city first before you make these tired and untrue assumptions. "Confined in a small safe zone in a central part of town" is laughable as hell. I worry more about your daughter being raised by a type like you than anything this city can do to her. You are truly the voice of the fearful suburb-dweller...maybe some time in Philly will do your boring-ass some good. Good luck.

bobdebidaho
bobdebidaho

@Dandthompson   just must say, you are mistaken....this a Giant of a man and I have known him for many years so I can make this statement....He is anything but a whiner.....

 
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