The date is Jan. 18, 1990. D.C. Mayor Marion Barry is on the phone with Hazel Diane "Rasheeda" Moore, an FBI informant who is in a room at the Vista Hotel. She is trying to get him to stop by.

The conversation is being recorded by the FBI. The excerpts are from the transcript introduced into evidence at Barry's drug and perjury trial.

"I can come by in a little jif and we can meet downstairs and have a drink and talk," says the mayor.

"Okay. Why don't you just come upstairs?" Moore responds.

"I don't want to do that," says Barry. " . . . Too many nosy Rosies around now."

Later, the mayor arrives in the hotel lobby and calls Moore's room: "Hey, darling. You all ready to come downstairs?"

Moore: "I was just eating. Gosh. I just ordered room service."

Barry: I told you I was coming by there . . . Why you do that."

Moore: "Because I was starving."

Finally, Barry agrees to go upstairs. "Maybe for a few minutes," he says. " . . . I don't like to go in hotel rooms."

The time is 41 seconds past 7:35 p.m. on Jan. 18, 1990, as the videotape of Barry's arrest at the Vista begins.

It's a dim black-and-white picture, and the conversation is muffled, at times drowned out by the sound of the television in the room. A timer at the lower left of the videotape shows the infamous date, 01-18-90; a 24-hour timer counts away the hour, minute and second as the camera rolls, focusing on a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a lamp on a table beneath a large mirror. A television set is visible in the foreground.


Hazel Diane "Rasheeda" Moore responds to a knock on the door of the room on the seventh floor of the hotel.

Barry, dressed in a dark business suit, strides in. Moore introduces the mayor to the FBI undercover officer, who is using the name Wanda.

"You've seen this face before," Moore says. "Of course I have," Wanda replies.

Barry turns to Moore and gives her a hug. "Hey, stranger," he says.

Wanda leaves the room, saying the two need to "catch up on some old times," and Barry says he and Moore will join her downstairs for a drink. As Moore sits on the edge of the bed, Barry takes off his jacket and starts to turn for the bathroom.

"You've gained a little weight," Moore says.

"A little bit," Barry replies. "I've got to lose about 10 pounds."

The mayor drapes his jacket on the back of a chair, turns to the bathroom and looks back at Moore, asking, "You been good?"


"You been good?" he asks again, then answers his question. "Of course not."

Laughing, Moore shoots back: "What do you mean, 'Of course not.' Have I been good? What about you?"

Barry doesn't answer, and spends the next several minutes in the bathroom.

While Barry is in the bathroom, Moore paces about in front of the camera. She sits on the bed, gets up, sits back down, pours herself another drink of cognac, primps in front of the mirror.

Barry emerges from the bathroom and sits with Moore on the bed. After a few minutes of small talk, Moore asks, "Have you talked to Maria?" a reference to Rose Marie "Maria" McCarthy. Barry says yes, McCarthy -- another of the mayor's former female friends -- has called recently.

Then, Barry asks, "What's her last name?"

"Give me a break," Moore says.

"No, I'm serious, baby."

Changing subjects, Moore says she was "really upset" with Barry because he had not helped her find a place to live in California.

"I can't get caught up in these situations. I can't help out," Barry says. "You must have made it. You did all right."

Leaning over, Barry asks, "Where did you get all these watches and things from?"

"The guy I'm dating now," she says.

"You got his nose open, huh?" Barry asks, reaching with his hand for Moore's right breast.

"Stop," she says, laughing.

"Can we make love before you leave, before you leave town?" Barry asks. "It would be good idea, just for old times' sake. You know, catch up."

Changing the subject again, Moore says, "You owe me a watch, anyway."

"I do?"

"Yeah, right. The raggedy watches you gave me," she says.

Then, Barry promises, "I'll find you one before you leave here."

All the while, Barry and Moore are sitting upright on the bed. Barry leans back on his left elbow, continuing the conversation. He asks when Moore and Wanda are leaving town, the two talk about a mutual friend in New York, Johnann Coleman.

"So you been doing okay?" she asks.

"I've been so goddamn good, baby. I tell you, I even surprised myself. You know? No, no, don't know women, and none of that kind of stuff."

In the next breath, Barry suggests they make love while Moore is in town.

"I don't know," she says, laughing. "I'm not gonna just make love to you. I mean, come on."

Still leaning on his elbow, Barry suggests that he and Moore meet the next day at a town house near Georgetown owned by R. Donahue Peebles.

Later, Barry leans over, rubbing Moore's lower back with his right hand and reaching for her breast with his left. Rejected, he asks, "I can't caress your breast?"

With Barry still reaching, Moore names other women she says Barry has been with.

"Carol Bland. Everytime I think about it, I get . . . " Moore says.

"I didn't bother that woman," Barry says.

"Yes, you did. Out on the patio that day."

"Oh, come on," Barry says.

"And Maria," Moore says, once again talking about McCarthy.

"Maria, my ass."

And all the other women who . . . . "

"All the men you've {expletive}," Barry says. "Give me a break."

Barry sits up on the bed and reaches for the telephone to make the first of several calls. This one is to the guest in Room 2128 of the Washington Hilton, whom Barry calls "D.C."

Barry asks if it is all right for him to come, wondering whether President Bush is still at the Hilton.

"No problem," Barry says. "What do you want, some jello. Well no, you know, but I'll keep it in the family . . . . I'll see if I can find some."

Barry and Moore talk about their past relationship, and Barry says things started "going downhill" when she moved from her Taylor Street NE apartment.

"We were having a good time . . . enjoying each other's company," Barry says. Later, when Moore lived on 16th Street NW, "you might have been doing it, around me as much . . . on 16th Street."

"I know," Moore says. "I mean, I made a lot of changes, changes in my life at that time."

Both Barry and Moore recline on the bed. Moore sits up, and Barry says, "Well, I love you still, you know, even if I don't treat you right. But I still love you. You don't treat me right, either. Once in love, always in love."

"So what are you doing tonight?" Moore asks.

Barry says he had planned to stop by and see a friend at the Hilton. "I hadn't planned too much. Why? What you got in mind?"

"I don't care," Moore says. "Let's do something."

"What do you want to do?" Barry asks.

"I don't care."

"What do you want to do?" says Moore.

Barry laughs, "Be with you."

Moore says she wishes she could get Wanda to go somewhere, and soon, the two are lying on the bed. But instead of getting romantic, Moore is criticizing Barry for his lack of finesse.

"Why can't you learn to be warm?"

"I try to be," Barry says.

Moore sits up, but Barry persists, reaching for her lower back and telling her, "I like your dress."

"No," Moore says, "I'm not going to do that. I'm not . . . I can't just jump into it . . . . You're sick."

Then, Moore says it again: "Let's do something."

"Your friend mess around?" Barry asks.

"She has some," says Moore, taking the question as one about drugs. "She toots {snorts cocaine} more than she'll do anything else."

Barry says he doesn't have anything, and asks, "What about you?"

Moore says she would have had something, but "I didn't have much money."

Barry asks about "Lydia," an alleged drug supplier of Moore's and the mayor's.

"Yeah, she went into . . . rehab . . . but I think she's back now," Moore says.

Barry recalls that Lydia and her husband "came through pretty good at times, you know?" and Moore asks, "So what, you want to do something . . . . I've been doing it off and on in California."

"Not tonight, naw," Barry says.

Moore tells Barry that her friend Wanda "was going to try to pick up some from somebody she knows. She's got some friends at Howard {University}, and she's supposed to be trying to make some connections."

Suddenly, the subject shifts back to McCarthy, as Moore says she was surprised McCarthy and the mayor became involved romantically.

Moore asks if McCarthy was "into . . . freebasing, hitting?"

Barry says no, that McCarthy was "into wanting to give me some {expletive}, excuse the expression."

"You know you think that about any woman," Moore says.

Barry sits up again on the bed, picks up the phone and calls for messages. He asks to be connected to the home number of Daniel Butler, a number the mayor knows by heart.

While waiting for Butler to answer, Barry reminds Moore that "we had some good times. Remember down at L'Enfant Plaza on the balcony?"

"You always talk about that," Moore says. "You said it was one of the best."

With Butler on the phone, Barry carries on his conversation with Moore, telling her she has gotten him "excited."

"I'm the luckiest man in the world," Barry says. "The Lord's on my side."

"He's been on your side for years," Moore says.

Barry has been in the room about 30 minutes. He reminds her of a wild night at Butler's Northeast Washington town house, and places another call, this time to his chief of staff, Maudine R. Cooper.

Before he reaches Cooper, Barry leans over to Moore. She leans toward him and kisses him on the forehead. A few moments later, he asks her for a hug.

Moore lies down, wrapping her arms around the mayor, saying: "Yeah, huga, huga, huga. Mmmmm. Give me a hug, hug, hug."

After a few minutes, the telephone rings. Wanda is calling to offer some suggestions to Moore.

"She called to see if the coast is clear," Barry surmises. "That's pretty cool."

"Well, she knows you are in love with me. {Expletive} she knows that. A woman can tell, they got intuition. {Expletive}, you been talking. I bet you told her all about me."

The two are sitting up again, and Barry is talking about Moore and Butler.

"You wore him out that night," Barry says. "You, you had him on the ceiling."

Wanda knocks on the door, and Moore answers.

Barry leans forward on the bed, and says, "The coast is clear, darling."

The two women go into the bathroom. Barry sits at the end of the bed and checks himself in the mirror, straightening his tie.

Moore quickly comes out of the bathroom and sits next to Barry.

"She got something, but we got to pay her for it," Moore says.

"How much?" Barry asks.

"At least 50 or 60. See, she does 30's only," says Moore, referring to $30 amounts of crack.

"Got any change?" Barry asks.

Moore goes to the bathroom, where Wanda is waiting and comes back with something for the mayor.

"Okay, okay . . . she, she got these 30's {a quantity of crack}. These are 30's. That's 60's, but she's got some 20's, too," Moore says.

"I don't smoke no more, honey," Barry says.

"You don't smoke no more?"

"Mmm-mmm," Barry says.

"You don't want to smoke?" she asks.

"No," Barry says.

"Oh, just powder," Moore says.

Moore returns to the bathroom, where Wanda has been waiting. The two women emerge, and Wanda leaves, saying, "Hey, I'm going to go and catch you in a few seconds."

Moore is back sitting on the end of the bed with Barry, who asks, "What did you get?"

"I didn't get anything. I didn't get anything," she says.

"Go get some," Barry says. "Go get it."

Moore runs to the door, opens it and calls, "Wanda."

Wanda comes back in, goes into the bathroom, while Barry stands and adjusts his tie in the mirror.

Moore comes back in the room and says, "Let me have a 20. I'm gonna get a 20."

When she returns, Moore sits down next to Barry and says, "That's a 30. It's actually a 40, but I'm going to give it back."

"You got a pipe?" Barry asks.

Wanda comes out of the bathroom, excuses herself, and leaves the room. Moore sits back down with Barry, then gets up again. Barry gets up, walks over to the lamp, holding the pipe under the light.

"How does this work?" he asks.

"What?" Moore says.

"I, I don't know how this works . . . . I never done this before," Barry says.

"That's what we used to do all the time. What are you talking about?" Moore says.

"I'm new," Barry says. "We never done this before, give me a break."

Barry and Moore go into the bathroom, and Moore can be heard, saying, "Put it in here. Mmmm. Let me give you a lighter."

"You do it," Barry says.

"No," Moore says. "I'm not doing nothing."

"No, no, nope, nope," Barry says.

"I thought you bought this because you wanted to take a hit," Moore says.

"Aw, naw, you do it," Barry says.

Barry and Moore come back from the bathroom, and Barry says, "It's all right here . . . are you going to do it?"

Moore balks, saying she gets "too hyper" when she smokes crack. While she is talking, Moore is pacing the floor behind Barry, who is leaning over the table, holding the pipe.

"I mean, just too nervous, too hyper. I be looking at the floor and, oh, I don't know, and I can't bring my . . . back together right away," Moore says.

At that moment, Barry is raising the pipe to his mouth, saying, "Well, well you always done that."

The mayor is inhaling, his head held back, facing the mirror. Moore sits on the bed behind him, still talking. "Huh? I always did that. You must be kidding. I always did it. I've been tooting a lot . . . . How is it? Where's the rest of it? Where's the rest of it? You did it? Oh, Maria . . . . Oh. Maria . . . . You all right?"

While she's talking, Barry inhales again. A bright flame appears at the top of the pipe as the mayor holds his head back at the same angle as before. He appears to hold his breath, then exhale.

Barry puts the pipe down, turns toward the bed and picks up his cognac glass. He comes back to the table and says, "Let's go downstairs."

Barry picks up the jacket he left on the chair, walks into the anteroom and slips his jacket on.

"You want to take another one?" she asks.

"No, you're crazy," Barry says.

Let's go downstairs and meet your friend," Barry says as he heads for the door.

As the mayor calls his security guard on his walkie-talkie, police detectives and FBI agents burst into the room. The first man inside is Sgt. Al Arrington, a detective assigned to the D.C. police Internal Affairs Unit. Several of the agents are wearing dark blue jackets with FBI and POLICE written on the back.

"Police," says one officer.

"FBI! FBI! You're under arrest," says another.

"We're special agents from the FBI and Metropolitan Police Internal Affairs Unit," says FBI agent Ronald Stern. "You are under arrest for possession and use of illegal narcotics."

Stern tells Barry to put his hands against the wall.

"That was a good setup, wasn't it," the mayor says.

As the agents and detectives try to calm Barry down, holding him against the far wall of the bedroom, Stern reads the mayor his Miranda rights:

"Pay attention to what I'm going to read you."

"That was a setup, goddamn it. It was a {expletive} setup," Barry says.

"Listen to your rights now," says Arrington.

"Goddamn, I shouldn't have come up here," Barry says.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court."

"I'll be goddamn." Barry says.

"You have the right to . . . "

"Yeah, I know all that," Barry says.

" . . . talk with a lawyer for advice . . . "

"{expletive} me off," Barry says.

" . . . before we ask you any questions, you may have a lawyer with you . . .

"Got a setup," Barry says.

" . . . during questioning . . . . "

"Goddamn, a setup." the mayor says.

"If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning, if you wish. If you decide to answer questions without a lawyer present . . . "

"{Expletive}," Barry says.

" . . . you will have the right to stop answering at any time."

"I'll be goddamn," the mayor says.

Pushing on, still standing next to Barry, Stern says, "You also have the right to stop answering . . . "

"Bitch set me up," Barry says.

" . . . at any time, until you talk to a lawyer."

"She set me up, I'll be goddamn," Barry says.

About four minutes after his arrest, FBI agent Robert Core tells Barry that two paramedics will examine him.

"We know, we know about you past cardiac history with narcotics," Core says.

"Naw, naw, she, that bitch, that bitch did that to me," Barry says.

" . . . we're just going to have to make sure . . . " says Core.

"That bitch did that to me," says Barry. "Goddamn."

" . . . We're just going to make sure that you're physically sound and you're not suffering any kind of health problems, that's all."

"Son of a bitch. She kept, kept, kept pushing me," Barry says.

The agents sit Barry down on the bed, and FBI agent Peter Wubbenhorst sits down beside him, explaining what he can expect.

"In deference to your position, we have arranged for a situation to occur that will provide for a maximum of decorum under the circumstances. And I want to explain it to you. I want you to ask me any questions . . . Okay?"

"Goddamn bitch," Barry says.

"I want you to listen carefully. We've got some . . . emergency medical technicians coming just to make sure that you're okay . . . we're going to take you from here with a great deal of discretion, down the service elevator.

"We're not going to parade you through the lobby. You've got to understand that you're in federal custody. But we're going to, if you'll meet us halfway, we'll meet you halfway."

"I will. I'm just . . . " Barry says.

"We're going to go down the service elevator, we're going to get in vehicles. They'll be, they have blacked out windows. You're going to get into a {Chevrolet} Suburban. You'll be taken to FBI headquarters for booking procedures. Okay?"

"What's the charge? Barry asks.

"Charge is possession of narcotics, possession and use of cocaine," Wubbenhorst says.

Eight minutes after his arrest, two paramedics enter the room and check Barry's pulse, blood pressure and attach a heart monitor.

"How do you feel," asks one of the paramedics.

"I feel fine, except I'm {expletive} off," Barry says.

After the paramedics finish their exam, Sgt. James Pawlik steps over and talks with the mayor.

"An awful lot of people have the same problem," Pawlik says, picking up the line of Barry's conversation.

"No, I don't have a problem," Barry says. "I should have stayed up here. That's my problem. I should have stayed downstairs."

The agents tell Barry to stand, and they place him in handcuffs.

After a few moments, Pawlik says, "I mean, we didn't really want this to happen, really."

"I didn't want it to happen, either," Barry says. "I should, if I had followed my {expletive} instincts tonight, I'd have been all right. I should have stayed downstairs. Bitch kept insisting coming up here. Goddamn it, I should have known better. I should have known better."

The tape ends at 8:58 p.m., after the agents search Barry and lead him out of the room. It has been an hour and 23 minutes since Barry knocked on the door.