He said he wasn’t supposed to tell me, but the problem was determining exactly where I lived. I said, “Judge, there must be something else to this. Take my word for it, I have been very honest with them about where I live, because I have never lived anywhere else.”
…My worry was disrupted near the corn of 132nd and Lenox. There was the usual crew…they turned around, looked at me, and said, almost in unison: “Where the hell have you been and what the hell have you done? The FBI’s been looking for you for over two weeks. We told them we didn’t know who you were, and we knocked on every door on this block to tell these people to tell the FBI that they didn’t know you either!”
…I will never forget knocking on all the doors on my block and saying, “I’m Charlie Rangel, Charlie Wharton’s grandson. I’m not in any trouble; the FBI wants to help me.”
…As far as the FBI is concern, it was then that I realized it’s not nearly as efficient as I’d always assumed.
– Rep. Charlie Rangel from And I Haven’t Had a Bad Day Since: From the Streets of Harlem to the Halls of Congress