At a press conference following the release of the Tenure Commission opinion, Judge Guy called the investigation a “racist witch-hunt organized by the white-controlled press.” In the same statement he accused the Detroit Police Department of trying to kill him, though offered no evidence of specific attempts.
Alvin Guy stated emphatically that if the State Supreme Court suspended him from office he intended to “write a very revealing book, naming names of people with dirty hands and indecent fingers.
“Remember what I’m saying to you if they suspend me,” Guy added. “The stuff is going to get put on some people, some names that are going to amaze you.”
ONE OF THE valet parking attendants at Hazel Park Racecourse would remember the judge leaving sometime after the ninth race, about 1:00 A.M., and fill in the first part of what happened. With the judge’s picture in the paper lately and on TV, he was sure it was Alvin Guy in the silver Lincoln Mark VI.
Light skin, about fifty, with a little Xavier Cugat mustache and hair that hung long and stiff over his collar and did not seem to require much straightening.
The other car involved was a Buick, or it might’ve been an Olds, dark color.
The judge had a young white lady with him, about twenty-seven, around in there. Blond hair, long. Dressed up, wearing something like pink, real loose, lot of gold chains around her neck. Good-looking lady. She had on makeup that made her look pale in the arc lights, dark lipstick. The valet parking attendant said the judge didn’t help the lady in. The judge got in on his own side, giving him a dollar tip.
The other car, the dark-colored Buick or Olds-it might’ve been black-was pretty new. Was a man in it. The man’s arm stuck out the window-you know, his elbow did-with the short sleeve rolled up once or twice. The arm looked kind of sunburned and had light kind of reddish-blond-color hair on it.