Tom Justice is passionate about cycling, and was on the shortlist for the US Olympic Team. Also, he’s a bank robber.
Title – Artist – Album
Hypnotize the Lizard – John Lurie – African Swim/Manny and Lo
Introduction and Overtone Continuum – Moondog – Elpmas
Lasi Hajoaa – Uusitalo – Tulenkantaja
Appalachian Grove – Laurie Spiegel – The Expanding Universe
Mo A.mo.re (aeroc mix) – Murcof – Utopia
Lasi Hajoaa – Uusitalo – Tulenkantaja
Sensitivity Training – Ryan Ross Smith – Attack Therapy
Hypnotize the Lizard – John Lurie – African Swim and Manny & Lo
Unfocused Noise Mentor – Duet for Theremin and Lap Steel – Duet for Theremin and Lap Steel
Fountainhead (feat. Andrew Weathers) – Duet for Theremin and Lap Steel – Collaborations
Muddy Waters – Mushio Funazawa – The End of Negation
Sensitivity Training – Ryan Ross Smith – Attack Therapy
Prepare of Tempestuous – Mushio Funazawa – The End of Negation
Cosmic Meditation – Moondog – Elpmas
Lasi Hajoaa – Uusitalo – Tulenkantaja
Tom Justice – Cyclist
Okay. Well, by the way, I haven’t looked at this in like six to eight years, so this is odd.
Okay, no worries.
Has anybody noticed the electricity and life brimming over with me? I haven’t felt this good since, well, a long time. Can people read it on my face? It seems that they can. Playing in my head all week has been this dramatic, slow motion montage of a spectacular baseball sequence, one rum coming out of the dugout, adjusting my batter’s helmet and handed a bat. The roar from the crowd is startling. I can hear what each of them is individually saying. Women scream, “You can do it!” Men yell, “Go for it, baby!”
I wrote that because I knew myself that as the years would go by, I would lose the pathology of the way I was thinking. You can do it. This is it. You’re on the right path. Go get yours. This may not be right, but all I wanted to do was rob one bank, just to feel what this was like. That’s what I wanted.
This may sound strange, but I looked at it in really practical terms. I said, “Well, I would like to do it this year. Let me look at my schedule. If you want this experience, it’s gotta happen between these two months, because after that you need buckle down for grad school.
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I grew up in Libertyville, Illinois, which is about 35-40 miles North of the city Chicago. It’s where people grow up straight, and right, and are polite, and so was I… to a point. But high-school was pretty good. Popular kid, got elected as class president, senior year. My general public persona is square, nice guy. Oh, that’s the type of guy I want my sister to date… But I wanted something else, I wanted to be something else.
A friend of mine and her family, they used to go to watch the bike races at Northbrook velodrome, and they simply asked if I would like to go with them. They sat in the bleachers, got popcorn, and I was really impressed. I had never seen anything like that before. I bought a track bike at RRB Cyclery in Kenilworth, and then in the freshman year I was racing bikes on a track bike. You kind of know, as a teenager, like “Hey, you’re good, because you’re faster than adults.” It offered an identity.
I’d started DePaul’s Masters of Education program to be a public school teacher, but I wasn’t completely committed to it. I had a list of things that I wanted to do. [Be an EMT.] I was a caseworker at a social service agency, [Be a ferrier.] went to the French Foreign Legion, [Learn horseshoeing.] applied to the priesthood, [Learn how to fly a plane.] so I was kind of in a pattern of seeking. Not satisfied.[Wouldn’t it be cool to rob a bank?]
I had a list of things that I wanted to do, and a bank robbery was just on it. It’s like the great American crime. It’s a part of our movies, it’s a part of our books, and it’s a part of our folklore. It’s an honest thing to do. You will not believe how many people say, “Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to rob a bank. What’s that like?” I just had the desire.[I’m gonna rob the bank in my hometown.]
To just quench that interest. I just plotted out how could I do it, how could I get away, how could I just enjoy that in a slow burn, by myself. You know what, a cop is not gonna stop somebody with shaved legs and a tight outfit, and a riding helmet. It’s sort of like the opposite of the profile. In order for it to be successful, like in many things that are physical, it’s helpful to sort of block through the motions, almost as an actor would. I had a sort of blind or a safe spot, that’s where I put my bike. I practiced physically walking the distance from my safe spot to the front door of the bank. Once I had that physical distance, I would actually count the steps, I would count the moves… Now, I don’t have the same space in my tiny apartment, so I would march in place. I created something that’s a similar level to a transaction plain at a bank. I would clear off a bookshelf in my apartment – that substituted for being in the bank. I wanted to practice having the note, taking the note out of my back pocket, presenting it in a cool, crisp, fluid motion; I would practice literally hundreds of times.
How old were you when you robbed your first bank?
The first bank robbery was in 1998, I think I was 28. I told my girlfriend, “You know, I’m gonna spend the night at my parents’. I’ve got some things I need to do in the morning.” I go back up to my parent’s house and I set the alarm clock; you know, it says 7:30. I said, “You know what? I’m robbing a bank tomorrow morning. I should probably wake up a little earlier. So you know, let’s go 6:45. That’s a good time.”
I took the sort of back way from our place to the bank, so I wouldn’t be seen on the major roads. Once I got to the spot, leaned my bike up, make my setup, and as I’m walking to the bank I have this unusual bounce to my step. I’m scared, but becoming proud of myself. I’m doing something I set out to do.
At this point is there still a voice in your head going, “Tom, don’t do this. This is crazy”?
Strangely, there’s like a tractor beam pulling me towards the completion of this. It’s almost as if I’m not in control. I’ve laid out orders for myself, and I’m letting them happen.
I’ve written several short stories about what it feels like. It’s like nothing else. Transcendent, beautiful, serene. It happens in steps. It’s a gradual plateauing from your safety spot, your skiff, then the butterflies begin. You walk your approach to the bank, it begins to really sort of, really kicks in. When your hand pulls upon the door of the bank, that’s another step up. As you’re approaching the teller window, even higher.
She’s like, “I can help you over here,” and I go – like I did a hundred times – in my back pocket, I pull out my note, open the note, present her the note, but for some strange reason, so that it didn’t blow around or something, because of a little breeze of air-conditioning, I held on to the note. So it’s between my index finger and my thumb, she picks it up as it’s a bank transaction paper, and both she and I are holding the note at the same time. And she reads it, and she looks up at me, she looks down at it again, and she begins to pull harder on it, to pull harder on the note. And I decide that I don’t want to give her the note. Now I’m – I’m not pulling on it, I’m just clamped down on it. It’s like this tug of war, and I pulled it back from her. Then I, with my left hand, reach in my left pocket – back pocket – and I hand her the plastic bag. She fills it up, from her drawer. This particular bank is large, cavernous, and there’s no intimacy, and so nobody detected that there was something wrong going on. So she slid the bag across, and I said, “Thank you very much.”
Then there’s the walk back. A long, long walk back, because your instinct is to run. You can hear commotion going on, and you don’t really know – is there somebody running after you? You can’t really look back, and it’s also… At the time it was a really exciting walk, because you have no idea what’s gonna happen. I got to my blind, my changing spot. All of the physical repetition of me doing this hundreds of times, it all came into play. Take off all of the clothes that I was wearing in the bank. Underneath, cycling clothes. Put on your helmet. Put on your glasses. Put on your messenger bag. Grab your bike, swing your right leg over the front handlebars. Foot in, click, start riding.
I had no need for the money. I had no need for the money, I just like, you know, it’s just something to go back to visit. Like, “Dave, look what I did.”
The amount taken from the first bank was around five thousand dollars. I put the money not where I was living, but I put it in my bedroom of my parent’s house. It stayed there for like three, four months. I decided to revisit it, so I went back, opened the plastic bag, and I remember dumping the money down in a pile and saying to myself, “Oh my god, if my mom finds this, she’ll be so pissed.” That entire thing, I tossed it in the McDonald’s dumpster and another fast food dumpster. All of the bills that were like in sequential order, like the 20s and the 100s, I believed – from being a student of television crime shows – that they could be trackable. I would put those in packets, and I would put them in key spots where homeless men would hang out at in Uptown. In these bags, these brown lunch sacks. But the important part was that I had to make the brown bags not look crumpled and junky, because if they looked crumpled and junky, why would you even open that. They had to look pristine and crisp.
So some of it you just threw away, and some of it you tried to give away.
Right. Oh, I definitely kept all the two-dollar bills. For some reason, I was not afraid of those. They were in sequential order, and I would take out one or two, and those were cool souvenirs.
And how long before you did the next one?
It was a full year later, right about the same time. I’m taking another class at DePaul, right around October, and I was sort of feeling kind of, you know, just ‘blah’ with my life. I was sort of like sad in a general sense, but also bored in that I thought life was gonna be so much more. I thought life was going to be like a book, life was gonna be like a movie, and I was sort of coming to terms that it’s not like that. And I decided, “You know what? I’m gonna use this as a little boost. And this should be it.”
So we’re gonna look at this thing that you wrote called “Mostly Twos”.
Yeah, I know, I’m doing this because I’ve worked something out that is difficult to explain, but easy to understand once you’ve experienced it. Kind of like an Eastern pedagogical philosophy, a ‘lesson learned in time’ thing. But the thing is, you must be responsible with it. “Oh, you seem really responsible to me.”
What’s happening in this? Like, you’re having a conversation with…
Yeah, I’m having this conversation with the teller – the imaginary conversation – and I stole this technique after reading um, what’s that cat from Lake Forest? Who wrote A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – Dave Eggers. I saw this as a technique to have imaginary conversations with people. “I can sense your pejorative inflection, and under the circumstances I know how this must appear.” She shifts from one foot to another, then raises her eyebrows. Okay, this is it. Here it is:
“I am inconveniencing you and this institution, but the loss you are experiencing will be much less by comparison, in dividends to how it empowers me to create a positive, compound effect of supercharging my good will and Samaritanism, not to mention giving all the cash away.”
“You give all the cash away?”
“Yes. Well, all of it except for a memento of a newly-minted, crisp bill, maybe two, which are typically 20-dollar bills. But if there are two-dollar bills involved, I keep all of them. Little kids love those. I always give those to the kids.”[Laughs.] That’s really how I felt. That is, honestly, what I believed. That I was somehow boosting myself. Like, “I’m sorry that I’m inconveniencing you, but I’m in a thing right now.” Because what bank robbery did for me was it made me feel something, that I was special again. And that was like medicine. Or better than medicine; it was medicine and growth. Yeah… It made me a better person, that’s what I thought at the time. But it made me into a better person because without it I was just – I was nobody. I was common.
The first one, and then the second one… I thought, “Oh, well this is just sort of like a bad bottle you reach for.” What changed was when the robberies became more clustered and I needed them more. It was when I was training for Olympic trials in San Diego, in 2000, for bike racing as a category I, which I was. There’s only a handful of them in the United States, so I’m in automatic qualifier for Olympic trials. So I’m in San Diego training for the Olympic trials. I strain my back to such a level that I literally couldn’t get out of bed. I was also robbing banks there in San Diego. It was just sort of something to do.
After injuring myself, I knew that the Olympic trials was going to be not a reality. That I was just sort of gonna roll back home in Chicago. That moment was extremely depressing. That’s when the sort of bank robberies kicked into high gear.
I was looking in the Chicago Reader for a roommate. This is May of 2000. This guy is like, “Hey, I’ll check out the apartment”, and he’s like “I’m not here most of the times, because I work nights, so you and I probably won’t see each other.” You work nights, huh? I’m like, “Okay. What are you… Are you an exotic dancer?” He said, “No, I’m a Chicago Police officer.” I’m like, “I’ll take it.” I thought this was an interesting dynamic: to rob banks and live with a cop. I said, I can’t pass this up.
They called me ‘the choir boy robber’ simply because when I went in to rob a bank, I simply presented my note to the teller across the transaction plain, returned the note into my pocket, and then I simply placed my hands upon the transaction plain. I was like, “Put your hands, fold them nicely. Just put them right there. Put everybody at ease. I don’t wanna freak anybody out.” I felt like I had something… I mean, I knew I had something, but I had a secret. And that’s mine.
Running along in life, people would say “Oh, I just did this, that and the other. I have X, Y and Z items.” Inside, I was just grinning. Like, “That’s nothing. I rob banks! That’s nothing… I rob banks!” [Laughs]
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So, I need you to say, “In whatever year it was, I moved to the Bay Area.”
Okay, so I could say… In the spring of 2001, I moved to the Bay Area, and it was a spectacular time to rob banks.
Why was it a spectacular time to rob banks?
I don’t know. I mean, something new was in the air… There was an electricity.
I fell in with a group of people that had like a wild… I sound like a really old person talking about young people – they had a wild, wild streak about them. No, but there was like this untamed nature about this group of people, that I was attracted to, because I was on that wavelength myself. And it was my first exposure to hard drugs. That feeling of using created a really similar experience to robbing a bank. There came a point where all the dope ran out, and I’m like “Wait a second. I know how to get money.”
Now, this is kind of late in the game… This is in my last six bank robberies. So I robbed 20 without using anything for dope, but the last six, I robbed with the express purpose of using that money for dope.
In Walnut Creek, California, suburb of San Francisco, the bank robbery, everything went great. I’m in like the third floor of a parking garage, and I’m cruising down on my bike. I’m entering this alley, and right as I’m about to exit the alley, a cop car passes me. I could tell that he applies his breaks. I continued on my bicycle, and then I could tell that he’s behind me. There was a hospital ambulance parking zone, so I kind of pulled in there, and I start to adjust my rear brake and derailleur, just to buy some time and try to think about what I should be doing.
And sure enough, he pulls right into the spot. He’s super friendly, a really nice guy.[- So, what’s going on?
– Um, just adjusting this…
– You know, there was a call about a disturbance back there… So, if you don’t mind, just hang here for a second.
– Sure, of course.]
During our back-and-forth, I put one foot into one of my pedals, I clicked into one of my clipless pedals. He’s like, “You know, if you can, you need to get off that bike and I’m gonna check out your bag”, and I said, “Sure, absolutely. I just need to click this other pedal in first, they’re kind of like counter-balanced, so I can get out.” He said, “Fine.” I click my left foot into the pedal, take a look to the left and right, and start riding away. Full speed. Everything I’ve got.
The policeman says, “He’s on the move!” The cops had closed off the block. I’m on my bike, I’m going into ongoing traffic. On my left side I can kind of see there’s like a big ditch. This is now half a mile away from me, where they stopped me, and I thought “I am not going to get away from this on my bicycle.” So I see the creek, which I now know as Walnut Creek, the namesake of the town, and I toss my bicycle, throw it to the right, and I go left. Now I’m waist-deep into this creek river. I look and I find this vegetation, it looks like a critter lives in there, some sort of like river critter, and it’s all thorny. And I said, “This is it.” I just crawled into this tiny space, and you can hear the cops at the top of the creek, “Okay, we got him trapped. You go down here, and…” I laid there for about five, six hours. Over the course of the five, six hours was helicopters looking for me, police dogs so close I could hear the jingle of their tags…
It was after I realized that probably a shift change in law enforcement was happening, that it was safe, and I just sort of pushed myself out of that thorn bush hole, got back up and walked the two miles to my car. That was a long walk.
I didn’t have anything with me, and I wanted to not look like such a freak and so nervous. So I pulled out my small wallet, and I pretended that my wallet was like a cell-phone, and I put it up against my ear, and I was talking with my wallet. It added an air of normalcy to someone walking down Main Street who’s half wet, with a bag, you know, like a bag of money.
Why didn’t you get rid of the money like when you were robbed the first one? You were so careful, and now you have actually a real reason to be afraid of being caught with it, and you held on to it.
I don’t know, because I was gonna use that money for dope. I knew it would mean nothing if I tossed it; that all of this was for nothing.
And you knew they had found your bike, presumably, right? Were you worried about it?
I was worried about it sick, for like the first month. But when two months, and then the third month had passed and they hadn’t arrested me, I thought, “They’re not coming to get me.”
If I put you, as a private person, on the case – here are the pieces of evidence, here’s a bike, here’s a helmet – you yourself would be able to trace it within two days. When the federal government took three months, I thought “They’re not coming.” But the wheels of justice are slow, but sure.
In May of 2002, as I was pulling away from my parent’s house after having dinner there, local police as well as several FBI agents pulled me over. I was arrested in Ace Hardware, in Libertyville, Illinois. We hung out at the Libertyville Police Department Station for a little bit, and then the two FBI agents drove me… It was pretty funny, they drove at like 100 mph down 94. I’d never been in a car going 100 mph, it was incredible. I mean, it was scary… Because I didn’t have a seatbelt, I was scared!
Now, mind you, I had no concept that what I was doing would affect my family, mother, father, sister. Nothing. And I’ve been so selfish for so long… I knew it was gonna affect my family when they came to visit me, some one or two days after I’d gotten arrested. I saw the pain upon them, and it felt so bad. I wasn’t even thinking about them.
I think, for me, nine years in prison… There was regret, but it was regret out of self pity. I think that’s a romantic fantasy that the world at large has, that prison is contemplative, and it’s like a convent or seminary. And it can be, but the reality is that you’re just who you are, but you’re just in there. Did I treat it like a contemplative time? Yeah, I did. I completed that masters degree in psychology, I wrote a doctoral dissertation proposal, which took a lot of time and resources. In terms of regret, I didn’t figure out regret, or that I was supposed to feel regret, until I got out.
Do you remember how you and I first met?
You came into the bike shop at Upgrade Cycle Works in Chicago, and I was working there. And you came in with your bike. I said, “Well, I have to schedule a consult with one of the mechanics…”
Yeah, and when I picked up the bike, you basically told me of your whole story, you told me you had just gotten out of prison for robbing banks. I was really surprised, I guess, how quickly you came out with that, and I felt like you were even like flirting with me, like, it was a way to talk to me. Do you, would you still do that now?
No, I would not do that now. My thinking at the time was that I was still in the mindset of prison. Bank robbers have a great status in prison. I developed the sense that it was okay. It took a full year for me to figure out that I should not mention prison when I meet somebody. Because I came out thinking I had done my time, “I done the crime and done the time”, and now I should be able to float on some sort of cushion of civil credit.
I’d gone into a bike shop, it’s a really nice bike shop – it’s RRB Cycles in Kenilworth. I’d gone there ever since I was a teenager; this is a magical place in my mind. And when I go out, I wanted to stop by so many places. I was in the halfway house, I was driving around and flitting about in my car, and I went in there and I sort of just gave shorthand my situation – how long I had been in bike racing… And instead of what I had imagined it to be, like “Oh, well, welcome back. That’s all behind you” and stuff, it was not like that. It was not like that. It was, “Do not come back in here.” Do not come back in here, without them saying it, they were saying “Do not come back in here.” It was the opposite of the sort of homecoming I had dreamed of all these years… “Don’t come back.”
I understand now that it’s not something to be proud of. I thought that this thing, this crime, and prison time, this albatross, this ball and chain, I wanted to shine it up, detail it and use it as a badge of… Not a badge of honor, but as a… I did something. I mean, I didn’t do a… It’s hard to describe. It’s such a huge part of your life, and it’s going to define you. How can I not use it in the rest of my life? But the truth is, you can’t. You can’t, because it’s alienating, it just shuts doors. So it’s been an adjustment.
Bank robbery was my medicine, but what do I do now? I don’t know what it is. I’m okay. Honestly, I’m doing okay, but I’m still waiting to find something to get my pickaxe into. Something in life, something that’s good, something that’s decent. I’m still looking for it.
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Okay, should I go ahead?
Hi, my name’s Tom Justice. I robbed 26 banks in three different states. I served nine years in a federal prison, and now I’m out. Life’s good.[Credits]
You know, honestly, and I’m not even joking, I’m not trying to be – what’s the word, because I don’t even know… I’m not trying to be macho, or cool.
Hold on a second… The train.
Train. It’s the metro 435. Doors open, all aboard! Stand by, Mingle, stand by. Oh, there’s a motorcycle, stand by. Oh, sorry, we’ve got…
…kids playing in the background.
We’ve got crazy kids in the background, Katie.
Katie, we’ve got some lively birds outside, we cannot continue. Over.
There’s a plane going by, Katie. Katie, it sounds like a…
What is that?
Like a giant garbage can with rollers, the plastic ones…
Yeah, yeah. Okay. I think good. Yeah. Finally. God, that was long. Okay.
Sorry, go ahead.
Nick van der Kolk, Host, Director & Producer
Katie Mingle, Producer
Brendan Baker, Producer