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Synopsis: Since the start of the 20th Century, the Italians and Chinese gangsters in the Little Italy/Chinatown area in New York City have endured an uneasy truce. In the first three quarters of the century, the Italian gangs ruled the neighborhood with an iron fist.

But starting in the 1970’s, the dynamics began to change, as more Italians moved out, and droves of Chinese began flowing into Chinatown from China.

This did not bode well for Italian mob boss Tony Bentimova (Tony B), so he enlists the help of his most trusted killer, Big Fat Fanny Fanelli, all six-foot six-inches and six hundred and sixty pounds of her, to ensure the Italians maintain control of all the illegal rackets in Lower Manhattan.

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(Snakeheads is written in the screenplay format.)

Snakeheads are the worst human beings known to man.

Snakeheads are Chinese gangsters, based both in China and in the United States, who smuggle Chinese immigrants into the United States.

The price is not cheap; $50,000 a head. And the process is brutal.

Because the Chinese people who yearn for a better life are dirt poor, a small percentage of the smuggling money is paid up front to the Snakeheads. However, the collection of the balance is certain; or bad things happen to the illegal Chinese immigrants: beatings, torture, and sometimes even death.

When they arrive in America, the illegal immigrants work in Chinese restaurants, for pennies an hour. They labor in hot kitchens for 12-18 hours a day, and after work, they are chained in a filthy room so they cannot escape.

If one of them does manage to escape, their relatives in China are punished instead.

“Snakeheads” is set in Manhattan’s Chinatown, where the Italian-American mob tries to horn in on the immense profits generated by the Snakeheads’ human smuggling operation. The Italians want their piece of the action, and the Chinese gangsters resist – violently.

Thrust into the middle of this warfare is an Italian-America detective, who falls in love with a Chinese businesswoman. Together, they attempt to eradicate the villains who profit on the backs of the poor illegal Chinese immigrants.

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Snakeheads: Chinese Illegal Immigrant Smugglers – A Screenplay” is FREE today on Amazon.com.

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Snakeheads are the worst human beings known to man.

Snakeheads are Chinese gangsters, based both in China and in the United States, who smuggle Chinese immigrants into the United States.

The price is not cheap; $50,000 a head. And the process is brutal.

Because the Chinese people who yearn for a better life are dirt poor, a small percentage of the smuggling money is paid up front to the Snakeheads. However, the collection of the balance is certain; or bad things happen to the illegal Chinese immigrants: beatings, torture, and sometimes even death.

When they arrive in America, the illegal immigrants work in Chinese restaurants, for pennies an hour. They labor in hot kitchens for 12-18 hours a day, and after work, they are chained in a filthy room so they cannot escape.

If one of them does manage to escape, their relatives in China are punished instead.

Snakeheads” is set in Manhattan’s Chinatown, where the Italian-American mob tries to horn in on the immense profits generated by the Snakeheads’ human smuggling operation. The Italians want their piece of the action, and the Chinese gangsters resist – violently.

Thrust into the middle of this warfare is an Italian-America detective, who falls in love with a Chinese businesswoman. Together, they attempt to eradicate the villains who profit on the backs of the poor illegal Chinese immigrants.

Front Cover: Chinatown’s Bayard Street Park House with Tombs City Prison in the Background

*****

 

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Joe Bruno on the Mob – Snakeheads – A Sceenplay – Part Two

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EXT. A FISHING TRAWLER – LATE NIGHT

 

The TRAWLER rocks back and forth in a furious RAINSTORM.

 

A small ROWBOAT bobs violently next to the TRAWLER.

 

A CHINESE MAN sits in the row boat, an oar in the water on each side. The ROWBOAT looks like it might CAPSIZE any second.

 

Ah Kay is standing on the deck of the trawler. Xin Lin is standing next to him.

 

Two CHINESE GANGSTERS drag three CHINESE MALE PRISONERS onto the deck of the trawler.

 

Ah Kay motions to the man in the rowboat to move the rowboat closer to the TRAWLER.

 

Xin Lin grabs ONE PRISONER.

 

XIN LIN

            (in Chinese)

Jump. Now!

 

The man hesitates. Then JUMPS into the ROWBOAT.

 

Ah Kay grabs the second prisoner.

 

AH KAY

            (in Chinese)

You too. Jump!

 

The SECOND PRISONER jumps down into the ROWBOAT.

 

Xin Lin grabs THIRD PRISONER.

 

XIN LIN

            (in Chinese)

Now you. Jump!

 

The THIRD PRISONER jumps. MISS-TIMES his leap. Falls into the RAGING WATERS.

 

The THREE MEN in the rowboat try to save the DROWNING MAN. But they are too weak to drag him onto the ROWBOAT.

 

The DROWNING MAN struggles to swim.

 

A man in the rowboat offers the drowning man an OAR.

 

The DROWNING MAN grabs the OAR.

 

A WAVE crashes into him and he FALLS BACK into the water.

 

The ROWBOAT TIPS and almost CAPSIZES.

 

The THREE MEN in the boat SCREAM.

 

A GUNSHOT blasts from the TRAWLER.

 

The DROWNING MAN takes the bullet in the chest and DROWNS.

 

Ah Kay looks down at the ROWBOAT, holding a SMOKING GUN.

 

AH KAY

            (in Chinese; to the men in the boat)

Row to shore!

 

The original man in the rowboat hands OARS to the other three. They ROW away into the DARKNESS.

 

AH KAY

            (continuing in English to Xin Lin)

That’s part of the cost of doing business.

 

XIN LIN

Yeah, but what a waste of a bullet.

            (beat)

But what about the money we lose for the creep we just killed that we were supposed to have smuggled into the United States?

 

AH KAY

            (smiles)

We already got twenty grand from the family in China. We’ll collect the rest.

 

XIN LIN

How? The guy’s dead.

 

AH KAY

We’ll collect the money before they realize he’s dead.

 

XIN LIN

Suppose they find out he’s dead before we get our money?

 

AH KAY

We’ll just kill one family member at a time until we get our money. Believe me, after we kill one, the others will pay.

            (beat; spits into the ocean)

That’s the best part of being a gangster.

 

Both man LAUGH like HYENAS.

 

Joe Bruno on the Mob – Snakeheads – A Screenplay – Part One

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Snakeheads – A screenplay

By Joe Bruno

PUBLISHED BY:

Knickerbocker Literary Services

Copyright 2013 — Knickerbocker Literary Services

*****

FADE IN:

 

Ext. CHINATOWN – NIGHT

 

The CHINESE NEW YEAR’S CELEBRATION is in full force.

 

HORDES of CHINESE CELEBRANTS clog the sidewalks and streets.

 

GONGS CLANG as a team of celebrants perform the CHINESE DRAGON DANCE in the street.

 

Firecrackers EXPLODE at their feet.

 

BILLOWING SMOKE fills the air.

 

CLOSE ON – CORNER STREET SIGN

 

“MOTT and BAYARD.”

 

SUPERIMPOSE: CHINESE NEW YEAR 1996 – YEAR OF THE RAT.

 

INT. CHINATOWN TENEMENT APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

SOUNDS of the CHINESE NEW YEAR’S CELEBRATION emanate from the street below.

 

A lone CHINESE GIRL dressed in a tattered smock sits BAREFOOT on the floor. A CHAMBER POT rests on the floor next to her. The young girl looks 14-16 years old, yet, because of her disheveled look, she could be in her twenties, or even in her early 30s.

 

Her HEAD is SHAVED. Her thin legs are EXPOSED, and her almond-shaped eyes SCREAM FEAR.

 

Her hands are HANDCUFFED behind her back, and a chain connected to the handcuffs is wrapped around a STEAM RADIATOR.

 

We hear the VOICES OF MEN speaking IN CHINESE in the hallway outside.

 

The young girl WRIGGLES her thin wrists behind her, desperately trying to slip through the handcuffs.

 

The CHINESE CHATTER outside the room STOPS. Feet SHUFFLE away from the door.

 

The DOOR OPENS.

 

A middle-aged, CHUBBY CHINESE GANGSTER struts into the room.

 

He’s wearing a black leather jacket. A black shirt. And gold and diamond BLING are sparkling on his HANDS and around his NECK.

 

His shirt and jacket are open, exposing his Buddha-like belly. A SABER-LIKE KNIFE is stuffed into his belt.

 

The CHUBBY CHINESE GANGSTER stops. He STARES at girl; his eyes sparkling with LUST.

 

He smiles. LICKS his lips. Then STALKS towards the girl.

 

He removes the LEATHER JACKET and FLINGS it to the FLOOR.

 

The young girl WRIGGLES her boney WRISTS behind her, and finally her thin right hand SLIPS through the cuffs.

 

CHINESE GANGSTER

           

The rent is now due.

(beat)

You ready to pay?

 

He KNEELS DOWN in front of her. He removes the KNIFE from under his belt, and lays it on the FLOOR next to him.

 

He slowly parts the young girl’s LEGS with his hands. Then he UNZIPS his PANTS, and pulls his pants down until he’s naked from the waist down.

 

He MOUNTS inside her.

 

They sit face to face; her HANDS still behind her, and her legs SCISSORED around his body.

 

He closes his eyes; MOANS in pleasure, as he slowly pulsates inside her.

 

The young girl sits; looking BORED, SCARED, and slightly DISGUSTED.

 

He increases the speed of his trusts; MOANING LOUDER with every thrust.

 

She slowly slips her FREE HAND from behind her.

 

Eyes closed, he PUMPS HER; FASTER and FASTER. MOANING LOUDER and LOUDER.

 

He achieves orgasm, and then emits a PRIMAL SCREAM.

 

Exhausted, he COLLAPSES on top of her.

 

Quickly, she snatches the KNIFE off the floor and STABS him repeatedly in the back and in the side.

 

She’s yelping like a MANIAC. Screaming LOUDER with every plunge of the KNIFE.

 

His blood SQUIRTS onto her face and into her mouth. She SPITS his blood back into his face.

 

She SHOVES him off her.

 

She straddles him. FACE to FACE. Her on top.

 

She STABS him AGAIN, AGAIN and AGAIN. SAVAGELY. Her face DEFIANT, with low GROWLS emanating from her mouth

 

While SCREAMS like a Banshee, she SLITS his throat, from ear to ear. His BLOOD SQUIRTS in every direction, soaking the young girl’s chest.

 

He rolls onto one side; then onto his back, his fat belly POINTED toward the CEILING.

 

His DEAD EYES are wide OPEN.

 

She reaches inside his pants pocket. Removes a roll of KEYS. Finding the right one, she UN-CUFFS her other hand.

 

She stands, picks up the dead man’s LEATHER JACKET, and DRAPES it around her SHOULDERS.

 

She SPITS on his face.

 

She quietly opens the FRONT DOOR to the apartment, and SCANS both ways down the HALLWAY.

 

No one is in sight.

 

She SCAMPERS down the stairs, passing a few startled CHINESE TENANTS. Then she SPRINTS through the front door of the building.

 

EXT. CHINATOWN – NIGHT

 

The young girls DASHES out of the building, and MELTS into the FESTIVE CROWD.

 

We see her push past CHINESE REVELERS, as she DISAPPEARS into the night.

 

Joe Bruno on the Mob – Forty Years After Joe Gallo Hit, Wife Reminisces. And I Remember.

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        It was a day I’ll never forget as long as I live.

            On April 6th 1972, a Thursday night, I was working as a computer programmer for Metropolitan Life Insurance Company on 23rd Street between Madison and Park Avenue’s. I was working the swing shift, which was from 3:05 pm to 11:10 pm. After work, I jumped on the subway (IRT) and got off at Canal Street, near Center Street. At the time I had moved from Baxter Street in the 6th Ward and now lived in Knickerbocker Village in the 4th Ward, about ½ mile away from Little Italy where I grew up. I wanted to stop in my old neighborhood to get a bite to eat, then walk the short distance home.

When I had the urge to eat shellfish, I usually ate at the Lime House, which was on the corner of Mott and Bayard. Or maybe I’d stop at Vincent’s Clam Bar, which was on the corner of Mott and Hester. But this night, for some reason, I decided to stop at Umberto’s, on the corner of Mulberry and Hester, just down the block from Vincent’s. I had been at Umberto’s a few times before, and the food wasn’t bad, so I thought I’d give it another shot.

I guess I arrived there around 11:45- 12 midnight. I was by myself, so I sat at the counter and grabbed a quick bite to eat. I don’t remember what I ate, but it was probably either mussels or scungilli; or maybe a combination of both. And I probably had a beer to wash down the grub. I was in and out of Umberto’s in maybe 45 minutes; which means by the time I walked home to Knickerbocker, it was about 1 am.

I owned Bruno’s Parking Lot at 31 Monroe Street, right across the street from Knickerbocker, which meant I had to open up about 7 a.m. It was strictly a monthly parking lot at the time, so after a few hours of re-arranging cars, I was free to do whatever.

However, as soon as I opened up the parking lot, the buzz was all over the 4th Ward that Joey Gallo had been killed in the early morning hours (around 4 a.m. – about three hours after I had left)  in Umberto’s in the 6th Ward. Hearing that sent chills down my spine.

At about 11 a.m., I walked back to the 6th Ward, and I soon found out that the neighborhood was crawling with cops and detectives trying to figure out exactly what had happened.

To this day, nobody has ever been arrested for the murder of Joe Gallo. In a recent book, “I Heard You Paint Houses”: Frank “The Irishman” Sheeran & Closing the Case on Jimmy Hoffa,”  Sheeran claims he was the lone gunman who killed Gallo, and he did so at the direction of mobster Russell Buffalino. Sheeran also claims he pulled the trigger on Jimmy Hoffa, and in my opinion, that is more likely than him doing the Gallo hit.

Sheeran is a 6-foot-4-inch Irishman, who would stick out like a sore thumb in Little Italy. It is almost incomprehensible to believe that someone looking like Sheeran could somehow sneak into the neighborhood, slip into Umberto’s and shoot Gallo, then escape in a getaway car.

There were immediate whispers in the neighborhood about who did what to whom, but then the supposed cast of characters constantly changed, and quite frankly, I think everyone was just guessing and blowing smoke. Nobody knew anything, even the police, and the  mystery of who killed Joe Gallo is just that: a mystery to this day.

The thing I’m most thankful for is that I didn’t go neighborhood  bar-hopping (which I sometimes did) before I stopped at Umberto’s that fateful night. Otherwise I might have been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

And that’s never a good place to be.

 

You can read the article below at:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2124460/I-fur-coat-daughter-told-play-dead-Mob-wife-relives-moment-husband-weeks-shot-dead.html

I put a fur coat over my daughter and told her to play dead: Mob wife relives moment her husband of three weeks was shot dead

By Matt Blake

As her husband’s assassins burst into Umberto’s Clam House in Little Italy and opened fire, Sina Essary thought only of her daughter Lisa’s life.

The young newlywed flung her expensive fur coat over the terrified ten-year-old and told her to play dead as bullets whizzed overhead.

But the bullets were not meant for her or Lisa, they were meant for her husband, the notorious New York gangster Joey ‘The Blond’ Gallo.

‘It was very dramatic,’ Ms Essary told the New York Post as she recalled the chaos. ‘I had a fur coat on her and I covered her with it completely and told her to just play dead.’

Yelling obscenities, Gallo had drawn his handgun and flipped a table for cover launched into a ferocious gunfight alongside his bodyguard Peter ‘Pete the Greek’ Diapoulas, who was hit in the buttox as he dove for cover.

He followed as they fled into the night, but had been mortally wounded and fell, still swearing, into a pool of his own blood. He died soon after in hospital.

The murder of Joey Gallo, also known in New York’s criminal underworld as ‘Crazy Joe’, was to become one of New York’s most notorious Mafia ‘hits’ of the 1970s.

And although it has been 40 years since, Ms Essary, now 70, says she can still remember it as though it were yesterday.

‘I have PTSD, although we didn’t call it that back then,’ she said from her farm in Nashville, Tennessee. ‘Even now, whenever I hear a car engine misfire, I jump.’

The couple, who had only been married for three weeks, were out for Gallo’s 43rd birthday, and had enjoyed an evening at the Copacabana nightclub with friends and family before dining at Umberto’s.

Then, at about 5am, just as they were about to tuck into seconds of scungilli, shrimp and pasta, the four gunmen burst in, sending diners and tables flying.

The gunmen were working on the orders of New York’s feared Colombo family, with whom Gallo had been in a long-running feud.

The feud culminated when the Colombo family ‘Godfather’, Joe Colombo was maimed in a hit that Gallo was believed to have masterminded.

He was also reputed to have been one of the shooters in the infamous 1957 barber-shop slaying of boss Albert Anastasia.

Gallo was shot five times.

Gallo epitomised mobster chic. He was an anti-hero, philosopher and painter with lofty ambitions for his gang that went way beyond the confines of Little Italy’s smokey bar and club scene that other crime families seemed to favour.

He had started out in the crime business as a low-level enforcer and hitman for the Brooklyn-based Profaci family.

But he became disillusioned and branched out, making profits in dice and card gambling rackets.

Then in 1961 he was jailed for ten years for extortion. While behind bars, he devoured books on all matters, with a particular penchant for French existentialist philosophy by Albert Camus and Jean-Paul Sartre.

There, he also learned to paint and became a self-proclaimed expert on art.

Flamboyant, charming and well-read, he quickly ingratiated himself with New York’s rich and famous upon his release, and became a regular on the city’s vibrant social scene.

He was also known for his sharp wit, and once quipped that the carpet in future Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy’s office was perfect for a craps game at a hearing into Mafia practices before the US Senate.

He earned the nickname ‘Joey the Blond’ on account of his bushy blond chest hair.

But he was also an ambitious mobster who found himself in a bloodthirsty turf war with rival gangs, often holed up in his tenement-block hideout armed with shotguns and grenades in an all-out street war.

The death of one of his henchmen, Joseph Gioiello, was inspiration for a scene in the movie ‘The Godfather’. When Gioiello was murdered, his clothes were stuffed with fish and tossed outside a favorite Gallo restaurant from a moving car.

Gallo met Ms Essary, then an aspiring actress, in 1971 after his release from prison.

‘He was very romantic,’ said Essary. ‘He would come home with flowers and gifts. I wasn’t used to that.’

During his funeral, Gallo’s sister Carmella, who was also at Umberto’s on the night of April 7 1972, declared over his open coffin: ‘The streets are going to run red with blood, Joey.’

But nobody was ever charged with Gallo’s murder. His death became the subject of Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy’s 1976 song ‘Joey’.

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Joe Bruno on the Mob – The Hells Angels

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I’ve heard a lot of bad things about the Hells Angels in my lifetime, and I want to set the record straight, based on my experiences with them.

First off, branding all Hells Angels as drug dealers and worse, is like calling all Italian/Americans like myself — members of the Mafia.

I know the Hells Angels have gotten a lot of bad press lately, with the murders of Jeffrey Pettigrew and Jonathan Bacon, the shooting of Larry Amero, and the arrest of Cesar Villagrana. But as far as I’m concerned, these are isolated incidents and in no way indicative of the behavior of the vast majority of the Hells Angels.

I grew up in Manhattan’s Little Italy, which northernmost boarder is Houston Street, just three blocks from the Hells Angels Manhattan headquarters at 77 East 3rd Street. I’ve always felt that the Hells Angels were to their neighborhood, what the wise guys were to my neighborhood. You might not like them personally, and maybe some of them committed crimes, but they kept their neighborhoods safe. Going back to the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s, Little Italy, and the area around the Hells Angels headquarters, were the safest neighborhoods in the five boroughs.

And you’d think with the close proximity of the two groups, both sometimes known for violence, that there would have been problems between the two factions. But to my knowledge, and I lived the Little Italy area for 48 years, the Italian/Americans and the Hells Angels got along just fine, because we basically left each other alone. We practiced mutual respect, which is much needed in our world today.

In the 1970’s and the 1980’s, there was an Italian/American after-hours joint on 2st Street, just off First Avenue. Many times I’d be cruising in my car through the neighborhood with my friends, looking for a parking spot, so that we could spend some quality time in the social club. And many times, while looking for that parking spot, we’d pass the Hells Angels headquarters, where a few Hells Angels were congregating outside their club. They knew who we were, and we knew who they were. We’d wave a greeting to them to them, and they’d wave back.

No trouble. No animosity. No “What are you doing in our neighborhood?” nonsense.

And as far as I know, this peace has continued until today. (I moved to Florida in 1995)

In fact, when Robert DeNiro, who was born and raised on Bleeker Street and hung out in Little Italy, was starring and directing the film “A Bronx Tale,” he hired several actual Hells Angels for the classic bar-fight scene, which was supposed to have taken place in the Bronx’s Little Italy.

Sure, there’s bad apples in the Hells Angels. But like the Italian/Americans in Little Italy, most Hells Angels are law-biding citizens, who just like to enjoy the camaraderie of a biker gang.

Frankly, stereotyping an entire group because of the actions of a few of its members, no matter what group, or no matter what nationality, is not what America is all about.

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Book Description – Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps – Volume 2 – New York City

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While researching “Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps – Volume 2 – New York City,” I realized that I have a long way to go to even scratch the surface of presenting a complete list of all the miscreants who have roamed the streets, of what we now call “The Big Apple.”

“Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps – Volume 1 – New York City” started in the time period of around 1825, when the first New York City street gang, named the Forty Thieves, ruled what was then called the “Five Points Area.” The time period in Volume 1 ended around 1940.

However, while researching Volume 2, I found tons of information about various reprobates that started around 1824 (The Sawing Off of Manhattan Island), and ended in the time period around 1960. So it’s truthful to say that trying to write a series of books on this subject in chronological order is virtually impossible, because the more research I do, the more bad people I turn up in past time periods. So I’m not even going to try to write my books about criminals in New York City under that premise again.

Future volumes on this subject (There will be at least two more volumes covering just New York City, before I move on to other areas of America) will again highlight deviant subjects who lived in the 1800’s up until the present time.

Now for the good news. In “Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps – Volume 2 – New York City,” I’ve uncovered some real dillies.

Of course, no book on this subject would be complete without the prerequisite Mafia entries. So this book contains bios of men like the “Prime Minister of the Underworld” – Frank Costello, Albert “The Lord High Executioner”Anastasia, Joseph Bonanno, and the Mafia Killing of Police Lieutenant Joseph Petrosino.

Irish gangsters are also well represented here, starting with the first New York City Irish Mob Boss – Isaiah Rynders, and continuing with little ditties on Big Bill Dwyer – the “King of the Rum Runners,” James Farley – “King of the Strikebreakers,” and Joseph P. Ryan – President of the International Longshoremen Association – Port of New York.

You want crooked politicians? Well in “Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps – Volume 2 – New York City,” you’ll read about the “Ultimate Political Fixer” Jim Hines, crooked New York City Mayor Jimmy “Beau James” Walker, and whom I consider the most abominable politician of all time – Joseph P. Kennedy, Rum Runner Extraordinaire, and the father of United States President John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

There is also a little piece on Allie “Tick Tock” Tannenbaum, one of Murder Incorporated’s most prolific killers, who turned canary and ratted out his boss – Louie “Lepke Buchalter. As a result of Tannenbaum’s testimony in court, Lepke got the electric chair, and Tannenbaum got a short prison sentence, then crawled into the woodwork, only to reemerge to testify in several more Murder Incorporated murder trials.

In “Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps – Volume 2 – New York City,” there are also pieces on garden-variety crooks like George Appo – “The Most Successful Pickpocket in the History of New York City” and William Sharkey – a vicious murderer who escaped from the Tombs Prison while he was waiting to be hanged.

Included in this book are articles on murderers Harry Thaw, who shot famed architect Sanford White on the rooftop of Madison Square Garden, and Ruth Snyder, who along with weak-kneed lover Judd Grey, brutally killed Ruth’s husband Albert Snyder. I also detail the vicious 1836 murder of Helen Jewett, a well-known New York City prostitute.

The Gay Nineties are well represented here too. You’ll meet Steve Brodie, the man who made a name for himself by jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge. Or did he really? You’ll also read about con- man Chuck Connors, who was called the “Mayor Of Chinatown,” even though the Chinese already had an elected Chinese mayor named Tom Lee. Connors made tons of cash staging bogus tours of Chinatown, resplendent with tall tales of murder and white slavery, and concluded with an excursion to a fake opium den, with fake opium addicts smoking fake opium, and sometimes even smoked molasses.

The Crazy Butch Gang and the Midnight Terrors were two ruthless Gay Nineties adolescent New York City street gangs. Crazy Butch was just that – crazy. Butch taught his dog “Rabbi” to rip the handbag off the arms off unsuspecting women, then run like the wind, until Rabbi met up with Butch latter, to give his master the spoils, in return for a nice meaty bone. Crazy Butch was nothing if not creative in his thievery. Butch used a bicycle to crash into female pedestrians, then when a crowd gathered to see what had transpired, Crazy Butch’s gang of boys, as young as ten years old, picked every pocket in sight, then scattered in all directions to escape arrest.

The Midnight Terrors were the bane of the First Ward, located at south-most point of Manhattan Island. They were called The Midnight Terrors because all of their robberies and muggings took place after dark, while most of the city was asleep. Led by “Chief” Dan Dalton, an incorrigible 14-year-old, the Midnight Terrors decided to start a baseball team. And that they did. And while the Midnight Terrors were causing mayhem on the baseball diamond using their sharpened spikes and an occasional bat to an opponent’s cranium, their non-baseball-playing gang members would roam the stands, robbing spectators at will.

The biggest con job of the late 1800’s was the “Green Good Swindle,” which was “built upon the common desire in human nature to get something for nothing.” Hundreds of thousands of circulars were mailed to targeted individuals around the country, offering, in vague language, huge amounts of counterfeit bills for a fraction of their face value. In these circulars, the word “counterfeit” was never used, but rather terms like “articles,” or “paper goods,” and sometimes even “cigars,” were used instead.

When the greedy suckers arrived in New York City to meet the green goods “operator,” they were shown bills that looked so real, they were, in fact, just that – real paper money. The green goods operator completed the transaction, by taking the dupe’s money, and purportedly giving him a suitcase filled with the counterfeit money. Then, a distraction would take place, and the suitcase would be substituted with an identical one. As a result, the mark was now in the possession of a suitcase filled with useless paper, and sometimes even sand. The “operator” would then hand the mark off to a “steerer, who, aided by the local police who were also in on the scheme, would hustle the mark out of town, on the next train available.

The beauty of the green goods swindle was that if the mark discovered, either on the train, or when he arrived home, that he had been hoodwinked, who could he run to? Certainly not to the police, since he was involved in an illegal transaction in the first place.

There is also an article in this book that is so outrageous, there is some doubt as to whether it actually occurred. It supposedly happened in 1824, when the local newspapers were not quite a reliable source of information. A man named Lozier, who was considered one of the brightest men in town, convinced the locals that the tip of Manhattan Island (which was inhabited by only 150,000 people at the time), because of the weight of the newly-build tall buildings, was sinking into the East River. The only way to save Manhattan, Lozier said, was to was to cut off the island at its north end, in the Kingsbridge region, then turn the island completely around. After this was done, they would need to anchor the sagging end to the north mainland. So in effect, when the task was completed, north would be south, and south would be north, averting the terrible loss of lives and property.

What happened next, you will have to read in the main section of this book, and make your only decision as to if this incident actually occurred, or not.

I believe it did happen.

And no book about crooks and criminals would be complete without an essay on the two crookedest lawyers of all time: “Big Bill” Howe, and “Little Abe” Hummel. The nefarious law firm of Howe and Hummel used every trick in the book, most of them illegal, to get the most vicious criminals of their time (1862- to past the turn of the 20th Century) declared not guilty in a court of law. Howe and Hummel not only defended the worst of criminals in court, but in fact, taught these same criminals how to commit their crimes in advance. And if the criminals got caught by the law, well, don’t you worry. They would be defended in court by none other than the diabolical duo of “Big Bill”Howe and “Little Abe” Hummel themselves.

“Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps – Volume 2 – New York City,” which is arranged in alphabetical order, is a labor of love, but it is also a work in progress. Volumes 3 and 4 will again feature the worst criminals in the history of New York City. Then I’ll move on to the rest of America, which, I guarantee you, will take up several more volumes on the subject.

I hope you enjoy reading about some of the most despicable people ever to roam the face of the earth.

I know I enjoyed researching and writing about them.

Joe Bruno

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Joe Bruno on the Mob – Sammy “The Bull’s” Daughter to Tell All in a Book.

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Yeah, right. If you believe Karen Gravano, a star in the VH1 reality show “Mob Wives,” is going to tell the complete truth about her life as the daughter of Sammy “The Bull/Rat” Gravano, I have a condo I’d like to sell you in Libya.

First of all, I’ve never seen the program “Mafia Wives” and I never will see it. I grew up in New York’s Little Italy and programs like “Mafia Wives” and “The Jersey Shore” do nothing but besmirch the reputations of hard-working Italian/Americans, who are the overwhelmingly vast majority of Italian/Americans in America. So any shows which flaunts the escapades of the “Guidos” or “Guidettes,” I want nothing to do with.

As for Karen Gravano’s book – who cares?

I made the mistake of reading of reading her father’s biography “Underboss” written by Peter Maas in 1997. And as we found out later, the book turned out to be a pack of lies and half truths. How can you believe anything a man like Sammy “The Bull/Rat” says anyway. Or even care.

As for his daughter Karen’s life story, I rather read the Encyclopedia Britannica, from cover to cover. I might not enjoy the actual act of reading the huge tome, but at least I’ll learn something of value.
The story below appeared in the New York Post

http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/bull_daughter_mob_tell_all_65t6FhixmQsUYieYKjGmJN

Karen Gravano, daughter of mob turncoat Salvatore “Sammy the Bull” Gravano, has landed a book deal for a tell-all about her life in the Mafia.

Gravano, 38, who’s also starring in the VH1 reality show “Mob Wives,” just snagged a six-figure deal with St. Martin’s Press to write her tome.

According to St. Martin’s, Gravano will discuss “what it was like to grow up in the Mafia enclave of Staten Island as the daughter of one of the Mob’s most feared executioners, how her life changed radically once he testified for the federal government and entered the witness protection program, and went to prison in order to protect Karen and her brother.”

“The Bull” was the second-highest ranking boss behind John Gotti and served as Gotti’s trusted lieutenant — until both were indicted for racketeering and murder in 1990. They were scheduled to stand trial together until Sammy flipped on Gotti, fearing Gotti would flip first.

Sammy then went into the witness protection program, but left within a year to move to Arizona, living under the alias Jimmy Moran.

But in 2000, the turncoat was busted again for running a multimillion-dollar ecstasy ring near Phoenix. He was sentenced to 19 years in prison.

Karen pleaded guilty to various charges related to her father’s drugs operation, and she and her mother, Debra, were sentenced to probation.

The former Mafia princess is one of four women set to star on the Weinstein Co.-produced “Mob Wives,” which follows four women as they rebuild their lives after their husbands or fathers go to prison. Gravano is seen working as a makeup artist.

The show is currently filming 10 episodes in New York.

Read more: http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/bull_daughter_mob_tell_all_65t6FhixmQsUYieYKjGmJN#ixzz1WLXqvkcP

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Joe Bruno- The Murder of New York City Police Lieutenant Joseph Petrosino

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There is no denying that New York City police Lieutenant Joseph Petrosino was a fine cop — dedicated and brave. Yet, when Petrosino was murdered in Palermo, Sicily in 1909, he made some foolish mistakes that a more intelligent policeman might never have made.

Joseph Petrosino was born in 1860 in Padula, Campania, in the southern tip of Italy, near Naples. When he was a young child, his parents sent him to America, along with a young cousin named Antonio Puppolo, to live with his grandfather. Soon after Petrosino arrived in America, his grandfather was killed in an automobile accident. Petrosino and his cousin Puppolo were briefly sent to an orphanage. However, the judge, feeling sorry for the two young boys, took them into his own home, until Petrosino’s parents could come to America. While waiting for his parents to arrive in America (They arrived in America in 1874), Petrosino lived with a politically active Irish family. As a result, Petrosino was given an education, which made him more likely to obtain a good job in America, rather than the other poor Italian immigrants, who were arriving from Italy in droves.

Because of the judge’s connections, on October 19, 1883, Petrosino joined the New York City Police Department. Petrosino’s mentor was Police Inspector Alexander “Clubber” Williams. Williams took a liking to Petrosino, and Petrosino quickly moved up in the ranks of the New York City Police Department. His promotions were mostly the result of Petrosino’s hard work and dedication, and also because of the fact that he was Italian, and could speak the language. That made it possible for Petrosino to infiltrate the Italian immigrant crime factions, that were infiltrating New York City. In 1895, Petrosino was promoted to detective, and assigned to Lower East Side of Manhattan, which was populated by a large contingent of Italian immigrants.

The short, stocky, bull-necked, and barrel-chested Petrosino was a familiar sight on the streets of Little Italy. He was recognizable by his large head and a pockmarked face that never seem to smile. It was said that Petrosino’s strength was enormous, and that he was not adverse to beating up criminals, before and after he arrested them.

Petrosino first achieved prominence, when he investigated the infamous “Barrel Murder” of 1903. Although several men were bought the justice for killing a man named
(then stuffing him into a barrel and leaving him on the streets), Petrosino knew the man who ordered the murder was Joe Morello, the top ranking Mafia boss in New York City. Morello’s chief henchman was Ignazio Saietta, known on the streets as “Lupo the Wolf.” Both men were feared by the Italian immigrants, and the mere mention of their name would cause Italian immigrants to make the sign of the cross in trepidation.

Both Morello and Saietta were notorious counterfeiters, and they used several Italian immigrants to print up loads of two and five dollars bills. These denominations were the most common tender, used more than any other denomination. Saietta owned several grocery stores in downtown Manhattan. He used those grocery stores to export and import counterfeit money to and from Italy; the bills being stuffed into barrels of oil, or in crates of cheese. While this counterfeiting garnered some nice profits for Morello and Saietta, it did not satisfy their lust for blood. Both men decided to use The Black Hand extortion racket, whereby they would send sinister notes to Italian immigrants of some means, threatening them with death, if they did not pay the money demanded. An imprint of a “Black Band” was sinisterly placed at the bottom of each note.

One of the Italians being extorted by the Black Hand was famous opera singer Enrico Caruso. Caruso, was at first given an ultimatum to pay $2000 for his safety. Caruso, knowing the murderous reputation of the Black Hand, agreed to pay that amount. However, before he could pay, Caruso received another letter now demanding $15,000. Caruso immediately took the second letter to Petrosino. Petrosino told Caruso to make arrangements to drop the money off at a prearranged place. When two Italian/American men showed up to pick up the money, Petrosino arrested them on the spot.

Petrosino doggedly investigated Morello and Saietta. His perseverance finally paid off, when in 1901, acting through an informant, he uncovered the infamous “Murder Stables” located at 304, 108th Street in Harlem. Petrosino ordered his men to dig up the stables, and they found over 60 bodies buried there. Saietta was on record as the owner of the stables, but he said that he was only the landlord, and that the buried bodies with a work of his tenants, and not his responsibility. Saietta gave Petrosino several names that were listed as the tenants at 304, 108th Street. All of the surnames were Italian, but none of them could be traced to an actual living person, if they indeed existed at all.

In 1905, New York City Police Commissioner William McAdoo appointed Petrosino the head of the newly formed “Italian Squad.” Petrosino, with 27 dedicated men working under him, was able to thwart the Black Handers at almost every turn. From 1905 to 1909, Petrosino and his squad arrested several thousand Italian criminals. More than 500 Italians criminals were sent to prison, and thousands more were deported back to Italy. To show how effective Petrosino and his men were, in 1908 alone, there were 44 bombings, and 70 men arrested for those bombings. In addition, there were 424 Black Hand extortion complaints, and 214 arrests were made as a result of those complaints.

To add injury to insult, Petrosino, after he heard that Saietta had been personally involved in several black hand murder’s, confronted Saietta in Saietta’s Little Italy grocery store. The New York Times reported, “Petrosino walked up to Lupo and said something in a low voice. Then the detective’s fist shot out and Lupo fell to the floor. Petrosino, according to several eyewitnesses, gave Lupo a severe beating.”

Saietta’s humiliation was the first step in the Black Hand’s elimination of Joseph Petrosino. Raising a glass of wine, Saietta told an associate concerning Petrosino, “He has ruined many. Here’s a drink to our success here, and the hope of debt to him. It is a pity that it must be done stealthily – that he cannot first be made to suffer as he has made so many others suffer. But he guards his hide so well that it will have to be done quickly.”

On February 20, 1909 New York City police Commissioner Theodore Bingham decided to disband the Italian Squad and instead create a “Secret Service” branch of the New York City Police Department. Petrosino was appointed the head of the Secret Service, and was given 14 men, with the directive to “Crush the Black Hand and drive anarchists out of the city.”

Soon after, Police Commissioner Bingham sent Petrosino to Palermo, Sicily, to gather information about Italian immigrants in New York City who should be deported back to Italy, because of the crimes they committed while back in their homeland. This mission by Petrosino was supposed to be so secretive, that his fellow officers were told Petrosino was home sick. Inexplicably, as soon as Petrosino departed for Italy, an article appeared in the New York Herald, announcing Petrosino’s supposedly secret trip.

Leaving his wife and three-year-old daughter behind, Petrosino traveled aboard the liner Duca di Genova in first class, under the alias Simone Velletri. Petrosino carried only two yellow suitcases with him. To throw people off the track who might know of Petrosino’s intentions, the destination of the ship was Genoa, Italy. On the first two days of his voyage, not to come in contact with the other passengers, Petrosino stood alone in his room. When Petrosino finally appeared topside, he told his fellow passengers that he was going to Italy to find a cure for a digestive discomfit. Yet, Petrosino’s face was in the New York City papers so often, it was impossible for him not to be recognized. One person who did recognize Petrosino was the ship’s purser Carlo Longobardi. Petrosino begged Longobardi not to tell anyone on the ship who Petrosino really was.

There was another mysterious man aboard the ship, who made Petrosino’s acquaintance. This man called himself Francesco Delli Bovi. When the ship docked in Genoa, Delli Bovi got off the ship with Petrosino. Delli Bovi vanished without a trace, and it was later determined that his only purpose on the ship was to shadow Petrosino.

Upon arriving in Genoa, Petrosino took the first train available to Rome. In Rome, Petrosino stood at the Hotel Inghilterra. On his first morning there, Petrosino traveled to the United States Embassy to meet Ambassador Lloyd Griscom. The purpose of this meeting was for Petrosino to gather information on over 2000 Italian criminals, now living in New York City, that Petrosino wanted to deported back to Italy.

Petrosino felt safe in Rome, but he would not have felt so safe if he had known that Italian-American newspaper L’Araldo Italiano had run a story detailing Petrosino’s Italian trip, saying that his final destination would be Sicily. The information for this newspaper article could only have come from inside the New York City Police Department. This story was picked up by several other newspapers, the most important of which was the New York Herald’s European edition. Petrosino finally realized his intentions were now public, when he met two Italian-American newspapermen, whom he had known from New York City, in front of the Press Club on the Piazza San Silvestro. Petrosino told the two newspaper men that his trip was supposed to be a secret, and he implored them not to tell anyone of his arrival.

The two newspaper men agreed, and even offered to show Petrosino the local sites of interest. While he was strolling in Rome with the two newspapermen, Petrosino spotted a poorly dressed man staring at him. Petrosino told the scribes “I know that man.” But Petrosino could not remember where he had seen this man’s face before. Petrosino followed the man at a safe distance to a nearby post office. At the post office, Petrosino saw the man write a telegram. When the man approached the counter to send the telegram, Petrosino got close enough to hear the man say that the telegram was going to Sicily.

Being suspicious that he was now being tailed, Petrosino decided not to travel to Palermo directly. Instead, he took a train to Naples. In Naples, Petrosino paid the owner of a small ship to take him to Palermo. Petrosino arrived in Palermo on February 28, secure in the feeling that he had not been followed.

This false sense of security caused Petrosino to make several deadly blunders. Although he took a false name at the hotel he stood at in Palermo, Petrosino opened a bank account under his own name at the Banca Commerciale. Petrosino felt so comfortable that he was not being watched, he gave his real name to the waiters who served him at Café Oreto, where he dined nightly. Probably his worst mistake of all was that instead of carrying his gun, he left it in his hotel room hidden in his suitcase.

By March 7, Petrosino had accumulated more than 300 penal certificates that would ensure the deportation of many Italian criminals now living in New York City. Wary of crooked policeman in Palermo, Petrosino finally met with the Commissioner of Police Baldassare Ceola on March 6. Ceola said later that he was not impressed with Petrosino’s competence. In a letter to the prefect of Palermo, Ceola said, “I saw at once that Lieutenant Petrosino, to his disadvantage, was not a man of excessive education.” Ceola also felt that Petrosino was also not very prudent, since when Ceola offered Petrosino the services of a bodyguard, Petrosino refused the offer.

Back in New York City, Morello and Saietta were plotting Petrosino’s demise. In New York City, Petrosino was a hard man to kill, because, as Saietta told Morrelo, “Damn detective. The devil guards himself too thoroughly. When he walks it is with a loaded revolver in his hand covered by a pocket, and two policeman without their blue coats walk near him eyeing everyone.”

Morello and Saietta knew that in Palermo things would be very different. They had several friends living in Palermo willing to do dirty work for them. And most importantly, Petrosino had little protection from the local law enforcement, because he reused their assistance, due to his mistrust of their intentions.

Morello sent two of his best killers, Carlo Constantino and Antonio Passananti, to Palermo to track down Petrosino. There they met with the most feared Mafia boss in all of Italy, Don Vito Cascio Ferro. Cascio Ferro had a vendetta against Petrosino too, because in 1902 when Cascio Ferro traveled to New York City to expand his criminal empire, he was forced to flee back to Italy because of heavy pressure from Petrosino.

On Friday night, March 12, 1909, Petrosino went to have his nightly dinner at the Café Oreto. It was raining out and Petrosino was wearing a raincoat, and carrying an umbrella. Petrosino took his usual table, with his back to the wall, so he could see anyone approaching him. According to the waiters, Petrosino was in the middle of his meal, when two strange men strode to his table. These men spoke to Petrosino for only a few moments. Petrosino did not invite them to sit down with him, and he dismissed them with an angry wave of his hand. As soon as the men left the restaurant, Petrosino put three lire on the table for his dinner, and hurried after the two men.

At 8:50 PM, Petrosino was standing in the piazza of the Garibaldi Garden, when three shots rang out. When a passerby arrived a few seconds later, he found Petrosino dead, with bullet holes in his right shoulder, his cheek, and his throat. The throat wound had been the fatal one. In Petrosino’s pocket was found a postcard addressed to his wife, which said, “A kiss for you and my little girl, who has spent three months far from her daddy.”

Reports later said that three men were involved in Petrosino’s murder. Beside the two men who confronted Petrosino at the Café Oreto, the third man was believed to be Don Vito Cascio Ferro himself. When questioned by the police, Cascio Ferro said he was having dinner at the home at a Sicilian member of the Italian Parliament at the time of Petrosino’s death. However, there were reports that Cascio Ferro had slipped quietly away during dinner, long enough to take part in Petrosino’s murder, then slip back to the dinner party, before anyone was the wiser.

The killing of Police Lieutenant Joseph Petrosino sent tremors throughout the streets of New York City. Immediately, Police Commissioner Bingham was fired, because of the leak inside the police department, which led to the stories in the newspapers detailing Petrosino’s travel to Italy. It is estimated that, because of Petrosino’s demise, thousands of Italian criminals were not deported back to Italy, and they continued to terrorize the streets of New York City for decades to come.

It took three weeks for Petrosino’s embalmed body to return to New York City. The funeral mass was on April 9, at the old St. Patrick’s Cathedral on Mulberry Street, near Houston Street. The day had been declared a public holiday, and over 20,000 people gathered in the streets to watch the hearse, carrying Petrosino’s body, ride from the church to Calvary Cemetery in Queens. The hearse was accompanied by 1000 policeman 2000 schoolchildren and uniformed representatives from 60 Italian associations.

Several films have been made based on the life of Police Lieutenant Joseph Petrosino. They included a silent movie made in 1912 called “The Adventures of Lieutenant Petrosino.” In 1960, Ernest Borgnine portrayed Petrosino in the film, “Pay or Die.” And Lionel Stander also played Petrosino in the 1973 movie, “The Black Hand.”