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Joe Bruno’s “Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks and Other Creeps” reviewed on Youtube

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2015 by Joe Bruno's Blogs

The first review of one of my books ever posted on Youtube.

If you know me personally, you know the answer why I sometimes write in street slang. Living on the Lower East side for almost half a century will do that to people.

PS – Just for the record, I don’t know Jeff McArthur from General McArthur or even McArthur Park.

This is the actual review on Amazon.com

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Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps, Volume 1, as it implies, covers a number of underworld activities throughout the history of New York City. It does so in the form of short stories, each chapter telling a different one. This was a good, straight-forward way to tell these stories, in my opinion, and they really seemed to have a lot of credibility. The author lists his sources at the end of the book, and there was enough detail, (and I also know a lot about some of these stories,) to believe they’re quite accurate.

My only criticism would be that the writing often used slang which sometimes came across a little unprofessional for a non-fiction book. However, ironically, these moments gave the book a little more credibility as the type of slang was the kind you’d expect to hear gangsters use. It therefore gave me the impression that the author was either somehow related to these underworld stories, or he just became so closely connected to them that he began sounding like them.

Posted in criminals, crooks, organized crime with tags , , , , , , , on April 4, 2015 by Joe Bruno's Blogs

Bonnie Parker Kindle Cover

By Joe Bruno

 

Edited By:

 

Lawrence Venturato

 

Knickerbocker Publishing Company

 

© 2015, Joe Bruno

(jbruno999@aol.com)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

 

*****

 

They don’t think they’re too smart or desperate,

They know that the law always wins;

They’ve been shot at before,

But they do not ignore

That death is the wages of sin.

           

Someday they’ll go down together,

They’ll bury them side by side,

To a few it’ll be grief

To the law it’s a relief

But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.

 

Bonnie Parker

 

 

 

 

*****

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

At around 9:15 am on the unusually hot morning of May 23, 1934, Clyde Barrow, with Bonnie Parker snuggling next to him, was driving his stolen Ford V8 on Louisiana State Highway 154, just south of the tiny hamlet of Gibsland. Suddenly, Clyde spotted Ivy Methvin, the father of fellow gang member Henry Methvin, on the side of the road. Ivy was on his knees, changing a flat tire on his old log truck.

            Clyde might have thought about stopping and helping old Ivy change the flat. Or, maybe Clyde was just interested in the whereabouts of his son Henry, who had disappeared the previous day in Shreveport, Louisiana. But the fact is – Clyde did ease up on the accelerator a bit.

What transpired next crystalized in slow motion to everyone involved, with the possible exception of Bonnie and Clyde.

            Ivy stood tall, and he gazed at Clyde with a mixture of fear and sorrow spread across his scraggly face. At that moment, six lawmen, including Texas deputies Frank Hamer, B.M. “Manny” Gault, Bob Acorn, and Ted Hinton, along with Louisiana police officers Henderson Jordan and Prentiss Morel Oakley, were lying in wait in the bushes on the side of the road. Just as Clyde slowed his car down to a crawl, an avalanche of lead fired from Browning Automatic Rifles, shotguns, and plain old pistols, hit Clyde’s car with alarming power and accuracy. It was Oakley who had initiated the gunfire, and his first shot hit Clyde in the middle of the forehead, killing him instantly.

Bonnie Parker wasn’t so lucky.

As shot after shot pelted the car, Bonnie was hit numerous times, but the bullets were not immediately fatal. Hinton later said, as her body was being belted with the barrage of bullets, he heard her scream like a wounded animal for several seconds, her body jerking up and down and side to side, like a puppet whose strings were being tugged in different directions.

According to Hinton, “Each of us six officers had a shotgun, and an automatic rifle, and pistols. We opened fire first with the automatic rifles. They were emptied before the car got even with us. Then we used the shotguns. There was smoke coming from the car, and it looked like it was on fire. After shooting the shotguns, we emptied our pistols at the car, which had passed us and run into a ditch about 50 yards on down the road. It almost turned over. We kept shooting at the car even after it stopped. We weren’t taking any chances.”

There were an estimated 150 shots fired at Bonnie and Clyde’s car, and when the coroner, Dr. D.L. Wade, did a final tally, Clyde had been hit 17 times and Bonnie 26 times. Each had suffered several head wounds, any one of which would have been fatal by itself. The undertaker, F. “Boots” Bailey, said it was almost impossible for him to properly embalm the bodies because there were so many bullet holes.

At the scene of the slaughter, gawkers and opportunists descended upon the aerated car and its mutilated occupants. Several of them tried to take snippets of clothing from the dead couple and sever parts of their bodies as souvenirs.

According to Go Down Together by Jeff Guinn, one man tried to cut off Clyde’s ear with a pocket knife, while another man tried to cut off Clyde’s trigger finger. This was before one of the lawmen took charge and slapped both men silly. While this hectic scene was being played out, a young girl slipped behind the men and clipped off a lock of Bonnie’s hair and a swatch of her blood-soaked dress.

Both Bonnie and Clyde were hedonistic killers, with no remorse for the havoc, mayhem, and murder they had perpetrated on middle-America in the early part of the 1930s. To most, the biggest surprise was not the way they had been slaughtered, but that it had taken so long for the law to do so.

It was a spectacular display of overkill by the lawmen. Yet no one, not even any member of Bonnie’s or Clyde’s own family, complained about the viciousness of the attack.

The story of Bonnie and Clyde has been romanticized both in books and in movies, but it’s all starry-eyed nonsense.

This book will tell you the true story; blood, guts, inhuman depravity, and sexual degeneracy included.

Book Description – “Joe Bruno’s Mobsters – Six Volume Set” Now Available on Amazon.com – Just $2.99

Posted in criminals, crooks, Gangs, gangsters, mobs, Mobsters, New York City, organized crime, police, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2012 by Joe Bruno's Blogs

Bargain – everyone loves a bargain, and Joe Bruno’s Mobsters – Six Volume Set is a bargain that’s hard to beat.

This boxed set, consisting of six books by mob writer Joe Bruno, starts with Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks and Other Creeps – Volumes 1, 2, and 3 – New York City. All three books were once ranked No. 1 in the now-defunct Amazon book category “Gangs,” and all three are consistently ranked in the top 100 in Amazon’s “Organized Crime.”

According to New York City criminal attorney Mathew J. Mari, Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks and Other Creeps is “a composite of characters and events that entwines the denizens of New York City’s underworld with the rich history of New York City from the early 1800’s through the early 1900’s.”

The Wrong Man: Who Ordered the Murder of Gambler Herman Rosenthal and Why describes the events surrounding the sensational 1912 murder of stool-pigeon/gambler Herman Rosenthal, including the two trials and subsequent execution of New York City Police Lieut. Charles Becker. Becker was undoubtedly a corrupt cop of the highest order, but Becker did not order Rosenthal’s murder, and it was, in fact, to Becker’s advantage to keep Rosenthal very much alive.

Murder and Mayhem in the Big Apple – From the Black Hand to Murder Incorporated details the progression of New York City murder machines from 1900-1940. It starts with the Italian Black Hand, and cruises through the Boys from Brooklyn, which later became part of the most deadly American alliance ever: Murder Incorporated.

Finally, to cap off this six-book boxed set there’s Mob Wives – Fuhgeddaboudit! – a clever critique of the VH1 TV program Mob Wives. As L.L. McKenna said in her Amazon book review – The Real of Reality TV, “What a pleasure Mob Wives – Fuhgeddaboudit! is to read! Mr. Bruno not only provides insight to the ‘reality show’ but includes his blogs and responses. While scripted or not, the only truth is the paycheck that the “characters” cash while exposing themselves to the viewers.”

In summation: you get six Joe Bruno books for less than the price of a Starbuck’s cup of Joe.

Who says people can’t find a bargain these days?

Excerpt # 4 – Murder and Mayhem in the Big Apple – From the Black Hand to Murder Incorporated

Posted in criminals, crooks, Gangs, gangsters, mafia, Mexico, mobs, murder, New York City, New York City murder, organized crime, police, Sicily, United Kingdom with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 5, 2012 by Joe Bruno's Blogs

In early February 1909, New York City Police Commissioner Theodore Bingham decided, that in addition to the “Italian Squad,” he would form a 14-man “Secret Service” branch of the New York City Police Department. Bingham appointed Petrosino as the leader of the Secret Service and gave him the directive to “crush the Black Hand and drive the anarchists from the city.”

However, the Secret Service was not so secret at all.

Days after the creation of the Secret Service squad, Police Commissioner Bingham directed Petrosino to travel to Palermo on the island of Sicily to gather documentation on Sicilian immigrants in the United States, who were wanted for serious crimes in their native land. The plan was to get the goods on these men, then deport them to Italy to stand trial for their crimes. Petrosino’s trip was supposed to be such a secret that his squad was told Petrosino was home sick with a serious illness.

However, on Feb. 20, 1909, just days before Petrosino was scheduled to depart for Italy aboard the liner Duca di Genova, the New York Herald published an article detailing Petrosino’s supposedly secret trip (the source of these leaks was later determined to be Police Commissioner Bingham himself).

Even though it was now common knowledge in New York City, and around the world, that Petrosino was traveling to Sicily in order to expedite the deportations of hundreds of Italian criminals in America, Petrosino foolishly thought the Sicilian Mafia, like the American Mafia, would never kill a policeman of Petrosino’s stature.

Leaving behind his wife and three-year-old daughter, Petrosino boarded the Duca di Genova, which was bound for Genoa, Italy ( in northern Italy – the opposite end from Sicily), using the alias “Simone Velletri.” He carried on board only two yellow suitcases.

At first, Petrosino, staying surreptitiously in first-class, locked himself in his room and had his meals delivered to him. But after a few days, Petrosino ventured topside and told the passengers he met that he was on his way to Italy to find a cure for a digestive discomfit.

However, since Petrosino’s face had been splashed often across the front pages of the New York City newspapers, it was almost 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 about his true identity.

After a few days at sea, Petrosino ran into a shady character who called himself Francesco Delli Bovi. Petrosino thought he recognized this man, but not under the name Delli Bovi. When the ship docked in Genoa, Petrosino tried to follow Delli Bovi, but the mysterious man mysteriously disappeared.

Petrosino did not stay in Genoa, but instead he took the first train available to Rome. In Rome, Petrosino went directly to the United States Embassy to meet Ambassador Lloyd Griscom. The purpose of this meeting was for Petrosino to gather information about as many as 200 Italian criminals living in the United States, whom Petrosino wanted deported to Italy.

While Petrosino was in Rome, the Italian newspaper L’Araldo Italiano ran an article detailing Petrosino’s Italian excursion, saying that Petrosino’s final destination was Palermo, Sicily. This article, which only could have been leaked from inside the New York City Police Department, was rerun in several other European newspapers, the most notable of which was the New York Herald’s European edition.

While walking the streets of Rome, Petrosino bumped into two journalists with whom he had a passing acquaintance in New York City. Petrosino told the scribes that his trip was a secret, and he begged them not to write anything about him being in Italy. The men told Petrosino his visit was not so secret at all, and the story of his arrival in Italy had been in all the European newspapers, including that his final destination was Palermo.

This information spooked Petrosino and he decided not to travel directly to Palermo. Instead, he quietly boarded a train for Naples, which is in the southern part of Italy’s mainland. In Naples, Petrosino bribed the captain of a small ship to take him to Palermo.

On Feb. 28, when Petrosino arrived in Palermo, he was certain he had not been followed. However,  he was still oblivious to the fact it was not safe for him in a town teeming with cutthroat Mafiosos, who knew why he was there.

Petrosino – who should have had eyes in the back of his head in Palermo – strutted around town with a minimum of caution. Although he registered at the Hotel de France under the fictitious name of Guglielmo De Simone, Petrosino inexplicably opened a bank account under his own name at the Banca Commerciale. To compound his foolhardiness, Petrosino dined nightly at the Café Oreto and even told the waiters his real name. Petrosino foolishly figured that a famous police officer like Lieut. Joseph Petrosino was safe in the streets of Palermo – a town noted for its treachery.

By March 7, after meeting several times with Mr. Bishop of the American Consul in Palermo, Petrosino had accumulated more than 100 more penal certificates for wanted criminals in Sicily; making his total tally of Italian men he wanted deported from the United States to Italy at more than 300.

On March 6, Petrosino met Baldassare Ceola, the Commissioner of Police in Palermo. Ceola was unimpressed with Petrosino’s competence.  

In a letter to the prefect of Palermo, Ceola wrote, “I saw at once that Lieut. Petrosino, to his disadvantage, was not a man of excessive education.”

Ceola also felt that Petrosino was imprudent, since Petrosino turned down the services of a police bodyguard. Also, Mr. Bishop of the American Consul forbade Petrosino to take a trip into the interior of Sicily, but Petrosino told Mr. Bishop he was afraid of nothing.

Back in New York City, Joe Morello and Ignazio Saietta were getting daily reports on Petrosino’s activities from their moles in Palermo. While in New York City, Petrosino was almost untouchable, because, as Saietta told Morello, “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 policemen without their blue coats walk near him eyeing everyone.”

Both Mafiosos knew that in Palermo, Petrosino was a sitting duck for anyone brave enough to pull a trigger.

While Petrosino was still on board the Duca di Genova, thinking two moves ahead of Petrosino, Morello and Saietta sent two of their best killers – Carlo Constantino and Antonio Passananti – to Palermo to await Petrosino’s arrival. In Palermo, the two men hooked up with the top Mafioso in Sicily: a brutal thug named Don Vito Cascio Ferro. Cascio Ferro had a personal bone to pick with Petrosino, since in 1903, due to extreme pressure put on Cascio Ferro by Petrosino’s quest to find the killers in the “Barrel Murder,” the head Mafioso was forced to flee New York City and hurry back to Sicily.

On the rainy Friday night of March 12, 1909, Petrosino went to have his nightly dinner at the Café Oreto. He was wearing a raincoat and carrying an umbrella. Petrosino took his customary table with his back to the wall, so that he could see anyone who entered the restaurant.

According to the waiters present, Petrosino was in the middle of his meal when two men came into the restaurant and marched to Petrosino’s table. These two men had a heated conversation with Petrosino, who did not rise from his chair, but instead dismissed the two men with an angry wave of his hand. After the men exited the restaurant, Petrosino threw three lira on the table and then quickly followed the men outside.

At 8:50 p.m., Petrosino was talking with the two men in the piazza of the Garibaldi Garden, when people nearby heard five shots ring out. When a passerby arrived soon afterwards, he found Petrosino dead, with bullet holes in his cheek, his throat, and in the back of his head. Petrosino’s revolver was held tightly in his hand, with two chambers empty.

Petrosino had documents in his pockets with names and information on several Sicilian criminals. There was also 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.”

Police reports said that three men were involved in Petrosino’s murder; one of whom was alleged to be Don Vito Cascio Ferro himself. When questioned later by the police, Cascio Ferro had an airtight alibi. He said at the time of Petrosino’s murder he was dining at the home of a Sicilian member of the Italian Parliament and there were several honorable witnesses who could verify this fact.

However, a report was delivered to the police saying that Cascio Ferro had slipped away during dinner and was gone long enough to participate in Petrosino’s murder. This report also said Cascio Ferro then slipped back to the dinner party, without anyone noticing he had been absent.

Unfortunately, this report could not be corroborated.

Immediately after Petrosino’s murder, the police offered a 10,000 lira award (around $2,000 – a kingly sum at the time) for information leading to the arrest of Petrosino’s assassins. However, the local Mafia circulated word in the streets of Palermo that any snitches would receive the same treatment as Petrosino. As a result, no one was ever arrested for the murder of New York City Police Lieut. Joseph Petrosino.

 

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Joe Bruno on the Mob – Charges Dropped on Knife Fight Between Pizza Chef and Reputed Gangster

Posted in Cosa Nostra, criminals, crooks, Gangs, gangsters, mafia, mobs, Mobsters, New York City, organized crime, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 31, 2011 by Joe Bruno's Blogs

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This is the way things were always solved in the old neighborhood, and the police would have never been called in the first place.

It was alleged that Brooklyn pizzeria owner Marc Iacono and reputed gangster Batista “Benny” Geritano got into a knife fight in front of Joe’s Superette, a deli in the Carol Gardens section of Brooklyn. Both men were badly injured. Geritano was brought to the hospital by his girlfriend. Iacono was taken by ambulance to a different hospital. The police, after putting two and two together, arrested both men.

The only problem was, both men, true to the code of the streets, didn’t rat out the other man as the one who knifed him. So with no witnesses, and no cooperation from either stabbee (I just made that word up), the police had no alternative but to drop the case completely.

Like I said up top, this is the way things were always handed in the old neighborhood (in New York City’s Little Italy).

Three words I never heard uttered there were, “Call the Police.”

Could never happen.

The article below appeared in the New York Times.

All Charges Are Dropped in an Attack in Brooklyn

June 22, 2011

The scene, on a Friday afternoon in April, seemed a chaotic clash of old and new Brooklyn: A celebrated pizza chef and a mob henchman, acquaintances from the neighborhood, were slashing each other on Smith Street.

The fight occurred outside a weathered institution, Joe’s Superette, a deli in Carroll Gardens well known for its deep fried prosciutto balls. It was just a few blocks from Lucali, over on Henry Street, where the pizza chef, Mark Iacono, 44, tended to the thin-crust pies he made in his wood-burning oven, which have drawn rave reviews, along with A-list celebrities, since 2006.

But Mr. Iacono, who suffered significant blood loss, was not the only victim. The police said the other man in the fight, Batista Geritano, known as Benny, was a victim as well, and eventually the police charged both men with attempted murder and other crimes.

Both, however, declined to testify against the other, fearing self-incrimination. Neither blinked, and so each walked away happy on Tuesday, when the Brooklyn district attorney dismissed all charges.

“At the end of the day, we did not have a case to take to the grand jury,” said Jerry Schmetterer, a spokesman for the Brooklyn district attorney’s office.

According to the police, Mr. Iacono and Mr. Geritano, who is described by a law enforcement official as a Genovese family associate with several convictions for weapons possession and jumping bail, became involved in a furious argument inside Joe’s Superette. The dispute spilled onto the street, the police said.

Mr. Geritano’s girlfriend pulled up, the police said, and drove him to the hospital, where he was treated for slash wounds. Officers arrived at the hospital to arrest him.

Mr. Iacono, meanwhile, was taken to Lutheran Medical Center by ambulance. Three days later, he also was charged.

The police tried to figure out how the fight began. Speculation included a romantic dispute, money issues and an attempt by Mr. Geritano to force Mr. Iacono to cooperate with the mob.

Since it was not clear just who was the victim and who the attacker, prosecutors would not grant immunity to either man were he to testify before a grand jury. The risk of self-incrimination was apparently too high, and without the cooperation of at least one of the men, the case could not go forward.

“We have been insisting that Mr. Geritano was the victim in this situation, having suffered the first blow in this melee between the two men, a stab wound to his back,” his lawyer, Steven R. Kartagener, said. “We are quite pleased that justice was done in the charges being dismissed against Mr. Geritano.”

Mr. Iacono’s lawyer, James Frocarro, said Mr. Iacono was “very happy with the result.”

Mr. Iacono, whose brother Chris is also a pizzaiolo and recently opened a restaurant in South Park Slope, spent two years building Lucali, creating it out of what was once his favorite neighborhood candy store, Louie’s. His artisanal pies draw the foodies and the famous to the modest brick restaurant with the farm tables inside.

Lucali was briefly closed after the fight, but Mr. Iacono eventually returned to work. “He is fine,” Mr. Frocarro said.

Mr. Geritano, 38, is under house arrest, facing federal charges that he violated the conditions of his release from an earlier prison sentence.

The longtime owner of Joe’s Superette, Leo Caladonato, died in May, and the deli, along with its deep fried prosciutto balls, are now gone.

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Joe Bruno on the Mob – Sammy “Sammy the Bull” Gravano

Posted in biography, Cosa Nostra, criminals, crooks, FBI, FBI, Gangs, gangsters, mafia, mobs, Mobsters, murder, New York City, New York City murder, organized crime, police, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2011 by Joe Bruno's Blogs

 

If there has been a more despicable mob informer than Sammy “Sammy the Bull” Gravano, I can’t think of his name.

Sammy the Bull was the underboss to Gambino crime family boss John Gotti. Gotti, known as the “Teflon Don,” had already beaten three cases that went to trial, and it seemed that the government could never convict Gotti of any serious crime.

In 1991, Both Gravano and Gotti were arrested. Who knows what kind of a case the government had this time, and whether they could make their cases against Gotti and Gravano stick. Gravano removed all doubt, when he became a “Rat” against Gotti. Gotti was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment. He died of cancer in prison in 2002.

Gravano, after doing a short stint in prison, was put on the Witness Protection Program (even though he admitted participating in 19 murders). Any smart man, after beating odds like that, would stay on the straight-and-narrow. But not Sammy “The Rat.”

Gravano was relocated to Phoenix, Arizona, and posed ostensibly as the owner of a construction company. But in fact, Gravano, along with his son, were selling Ecstasy pills to the youth in the area. Gravano and his son were arrested and convicted, and now Sammy “The Rat” is back in the slammer where he belongs

Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.

The article below appeared on Bloggernews.net

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Target: Sammy “the Bull” Gravano
Posted on August 23rd, 2011
by Denny Griffin in crime

Salvatore “Sammy the Bull” Gravano was a criminal for most of his life. He was a tough guy who used violence and intimidation to impose his will on others. In 1976 he became a member of the Gambino crime family, eventually becoming underboss to John Gotti. In the world of organized crime, Gravano was a very dangerous and powerful man. Although law enforcement and his colleagues and associates knew about him, he was able to ply his trade for many years and remain virtually unknown to the general public.

All that changed in 1991 when Gravano burst on the national scene by doing the unthinkable. He flipped and became a government witness against Gotti. Prior to that, federal prosecutors had suffered a series of courtroom losses at the hands of Gotti’s attorneys, earning the flamboyant boss the nickname “Teflon Don.” But in 1992, Gravano’s testimony was instrumental in Gotti’s racketeering conviction, which resulted in a sentence of life in prison without the possibility of parole. Thanks in large part to Sammy Gravano, Gotti’s Teflon had turned to Velcro. As part of his deal with the government Gravano admitted to myriad criminal activities, including taking part in 19 murders. However, his value to prosecutors as a witness against Gotti was such that he received a token sentence of five years in prison and admittance into the federal Witness Protection Program. Gravano’s defection was viewed in different ways by the public.

To those to whom Gotti had become a kind of cult hero over the years, Gravano was the ultimate rat; a traitorous cur to be held in total contempt. Others thought he was as bad as Gotti and that the government had erred in giving the admitted killer the deal of the century. And some considered him a hero for having the guts to help rid society of the likes of John Gotti. Gravano’s organized crime associates also had mixed opinions. Some disliked Gotti because he disregarded Mafia protocol when he orchestrated the 1985 murder of then Gambino boss Paul Castellano, without getting permission from the Commission. Others became disenchanted with Gotti and his apparent infatuation with the media. The Mafia was, after all, a secret society. Being in the public eye was not good for secrecy or for business. They shed no tears upon Gotti’s departure.

However, most felt that overall, the Gravano situation was an embarrassment to organized crime in general and to the Gambinos in particular. In addition to that prevalent feeling on the part of the rank and file, there were other Gottis still in positions of power within the family. Gotti’s son, John Gotti Jr., his brother Peter, and other relatives undoubtedly harbored ill will toward Gravano. It seemed a no-brainer that at some point there would be an attempt at retribution. The question was when it would happen.

Gravano received an early release from prison and went back into the community as a member of the Witness Protection Program, making him a difficult target for his adversaries. But in 1995 he voluntarily left the Program. During a TV interview following his release Gravano made this bold announcement:

“They send a hit team down, I’ll kill them. They better not miss, because even if they get me, there will still be a lot of body bags going back to New York. I’m not afraid. I don’t have it in me. I’m too detached maybe. If it happens, fuck it. A bullet in the head is pretty quick. You go like that! It’s better than cancer. I’m not meeting you in Montana on some fuckin’ farm. I’m not sitting here like some jerk-off with a phony beard. I’ll tell you something else: I’m a fuckin’ pro. If someone comes to my house, I got a few little surprises for them. Even if they win, there might be surprises.”

Gravano’s bravado aside, now that he was on the loose and out from under the government’s veil of protection, if his enemies could locate him he’d be vulnerable. For Sammy Gravano, the clock was ticking.

Getting Started In 1999, the Gambinos were ready to make their move. Peter Gotti had a coded conversation with his incarcerated brother John at the federal prison in Marion, Illinois. That discussion concerned an article in a Phoenix, Arizona newspaper that stated Gravano was living in the Phoenix area and was running a construction company. It was known that Gravano’s wife Debbie, who claimed she had left him, and children were in the Phoenix area. But was Sammy really there too? After the prison meeting, Peter Gotti ordered former Gravano crew member Thomas “Huck” Carbonaro to head a two-man reconnaissance team to Phoenix.

To accompany him, Carbonaro selected Gambino associate, electronics expert and bank robber, Sal “Fat Sal” Mangiavillano, who at times tipped the scales at around 400 pounds. Huck Carbonaro was never much of an earner for the family. He’d taken over Gravano’s loansharking book, estimated to be worth more than $2 million, after Gravano flipped. But after a while most of the customers refused to pay back a “rat’s money” and the cash flow dried up. However, according to federal prosecutors, what Carbonaro was good at was killing. In addition, he’d been part of Gravano’s crew and knew the man and his habits well. And as a bonus, his wife continued to have telephone contact with Gravano’s wife, providing the potential to gather valuable intelligence.

For those reasons Carbonaro was a logical choice for such an important assignment. In what would later prove to be an ironic twist, the feds alleged that while travelling cross-country, Carbonaro confided to Mangiavillano that of the many people he’d killed, the only murder he regretted was that of his good friend Nicholas “Nicky Cowboy” Mormando, who was slain on Gravano’s orders for violating the family’s policy of not dealing drugs. But later on, Gravano changed his position on the issue of distributing drugs and became a drug trafficker himself.

Fat Sal’s reputation was the opposite of Carbonaro’s. He wasn’t known as a killer. His reputation in the criminal underworld was as a highly skilled thief, who led a crew of Mob associates that specialized in bank burglaries, bank robberies, and auto theft. He was a master of electronic gadgetry and a valuable earner for the family.

Sal was also known for his resourcefulness. He’d committed more than 30 bank burglaries from Brooklyn to South Carolina, usually by angling a homemade gaff and three-pronged spears into night deposit boxes to pluck out the loot. During one Queens, New York, heist he rigged a remote controlled drill to cut through concrete and steel. His organized crime pals dubbed his capers “Fat Sallie Productions.”

After an 18-month prison stretch in the mid-1990s for bank burglary, during which his weight dropped to a svelte 225 pounds, Sal was deported to Argentina, where his parents were living when he was born. From Argentina he traveled to his parents’ birthplace in Sicily. After that he went on to visit friends in Montreal, Canada, and then to Toronto. However, he longed to get back into the United States, and slipped into the country by riding a Jet Ski across the Niagara River.

Once again in Brooklyn in late 1999, the 35-year-old Mangiavillano reunited with his wife and three young children. He also put the word out to his criminal associates that he was back and available for work. It was important for guys like Sal to let their presence be known quickly. If they didn’t, upon discovery their friends might think they’d kept silent because they were cooperating with the law or had become weak, making them untrustworthy or unreliable. Such impressions could affect their ability to earn, and even be hazardous to their health.

Huck Carbonaro was among those who heard of Sal’s return. Carbonaro had gone on scores with Sal in the past. His nephew, Tommy Dono, was a member of Sal’s bank burglary crew. And several years earlier when Sal heard that a family associate from another crew was making Carbonaro’s excessive weight the butt of his jokes, Sal and three of his friends went to the bar where the offender hung out. The joint was full of the guy’s friends. Sal and one of his buddies dragged the man outside and beat him mercilessly. One of Sal’s other two friends stationed himself at the bar’s door to block the victim’s pals from intervening. The other sat in their car with gun in hand, prepared to shoot if the bar patrons got out the door and tried to interfere with Sal’s administration of justice. Later, when Carbonaro asked Sal the motive for the beating, he said it was because the victim had been making fun of Carbonaro. Sal’s action placed him in high esteem in Carbonaro’s eyes.

Shortly after Sal announced his return, Carbonaro received his marching orders regarding Gravano. Although Sal had never committed murder for the family before, Carbonaro knew he was willing to commit violence. And he liked the way Sal handled himself, his abilities with electronics and gadgets, and his talent for overcoming obstacles. Equally important, he trusted him. Confident that Sal had what it took to be a valuable partner in the assassination plot, he invited him along. He then explained the potential rewards. If they were successful, Carbonaro would be promoted to captain. Fat Sal would have made his bones and become a made man—a full member of the Gambino family.

To many up and coming mobsters, getting made was a giant step up the career ladder. But not to Sal. Over the years he’d done quite well for himself as an associate. To him, being a made man would subject him to much tighter control by the family. He’d have to live by another standard of Mafia rules. That would change his lifestyle in a way he wasn’t excited about. But Sal felt that once asked, he couldn’t say no. In the Mob, refusing Carbonaro’s request for help might have cost him his own life. So in late December, the pair headed for Phoenix. Their assignment: Locate and assassinate Sammy Gravano, the super-rat.

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Joe Bruno on the Mob – Whitey Bulger’s Moll Catherine Greig Indicted For Harboring Bulger for 16 Years

Posted in criminals, crooks, FBI, Gangs, gangsters, mobs, murder, organized crime, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 13, 2011 by Joe Bruno's Blogs

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To me, this is justice and a no-brainer.

Sixteen years ago, Whitey Bulger went into the wind after he discovered from crooked FBI agent John Connelly that he was about to be arrested for 19 murders, and numerous other acts of ill will. After first leaving with another woman, who was 15 years older than Catherine Greig, Bulger snuck back to Boston, dropped off the old hag, and picked up the voluptuous Greig.

For the next 16 years, Bulger and his young broad had a grand old time together. They moved deftly around the world using several different aliases to avoid detection. Greig, now 60 years old, went under several aliases, including, Carol Gasko, Carol Gasco, Helen Marshall, Carol Shapeton, and Mrs. Thomas Baxter. According to the new indictment against Greig, she did everything from “buying his groceries to ordering his pills.” The prosecutors also accuse Greig of “using cash and money orders “to conceal their true identities and the source of the funds.”

If that isn’t harboring a fugitive, I don’t know what is.

Bulger, now a spry 81 years old, faces certain life imprisonment, no matter what he is convicted of, and he’ll be convicted of something (19 murders?). Grieg’s only faces 5 years in the slammer if she is convicted, but at her age, 5 years places Greig firmly into the category of “old age.”

I don’t feel too sorry for Catherine Greig. She lived high on the hog, for 16 years, with one of the most despicable men in the world.

Now it’s the time for her to pay the piper.


The article below appeared in the Boston Herald

http://bostonherald.com/news/regional/view.bg?articleid=1358140

Whitey’s on-the-lam gal Catherine Greig indicted

Joe Dwinell By Joe Dwinell
Friday, August 12, 2011

Mobster galpal Catherine Greig was indicted yesterday by a federal grand jury on conspiracy to harbor and conceal her Top 10 most wanted lover — doing his bidding while on the lam, from buying the groceries to ordering his pills, the feds said.

The U.S. Attorney’s Office said the 60-year-old Quincy woman faces up to five years in jail if convicted of “harboring and concealing” James “Whitey” Bulger from January 1995 to June 22 of this year, when the couple was caught holed up in a seaside apartment in Santa Monica, Calif.

UPDATE: Greig’s arraignment will be Thursday at 9 in the morning, the feds said today.

The indictment lists Greig as having aliases while on the run that included Carol Gasko, Carol Gasco, Helen Marshall, Carol Shapeton and Mrs. Thomas Baxter.

The feds also accuse Greig of using cash and money orders “to conceal their true identities and the source of the funds.”

They communicated with people in Massachusetts using “methods of communication that masked their true identities and locations,” the indictment states.

A Bulger “relative” also posed for a photo and “wore a fake moustache for the photographs in order to make him look like Bulger, who had altered his appearance as a fugitive by growing a mustache.” The image was used for fake IDs.

Greig, who is locked up in a Rhode Island jail, is fighting to post bail. Bulger, who is accused of 19 murders during his reign of terror in South Boston, is being held without bail.

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Joe Bruno on the Mob – Irish Gangster Tries to Kill Girlfriend

Posted in criminals, crooks, Gangs, gangsters, mobs, Mobsters, organized crime, police, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 31, 2011 by Joe Bruno's Blogs

 

And you think gangsters here in America are vicious?

The Irish mobster in the article below named Shane Lyons takes the cake in the category “Brutality to Women.”

Beating up and killing guys are one thing, but brutally attacking and choking your girlfriend is in a whole different category.

It’s doesn’t take a hard guy to beat up a woman.

This article originally appear in Ireland’s online newspaper Source: Herald.ie and re-printed in Mafia Today

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July 27, 2011 by Capo
The Herald can reveal that Shane Lyons is a notorious gangster who has links with ‘Fat’ Freddie Thompson’s gang.

He was also involved in a major dispute with gangland boss Eamon ‘The Don’ Dunne over a stolen car, before ‘The Don’ was shot dead in a Cabra pub last year.

Lyons is also a convicted drugs trafficker who was jailed for four years in March 2001 after he admitting importing IR£160,000 worth of cannabis from South Africa.
choked

The violent crook has also links to veteran gangster Martin ‘The Viper’ Foley.
Yesterday, Dublin Circuit Criminal Court heard that Lyons (41) choked Ms Kelly before locking the door and telling her to “sleep on the floor like the animal she was”.

A friend who tried to protect her was then beaten so badly by Lyons that she had to be taken away in an ambulance.
Lyons, Ms Kelly and her pal Kerry Lee Ball, who had given birth to a baby six weeks earlier, had all been on a night out together before he attacked them at his Rathfarnham, Dublin, home.
Ms Kelly described Lyons during the attack as “the face of pure evil”.

Lyons had separated from his wife after she had a miscarriage and had been seeing Ms Kelly for six months at the time of the attack on August 31, 2009.

They had been out at a city-centre club and the two women had taken cocaine during the evening. Ms Kelly had told Lyons she wanted to go outside for a cigarette but instead went back to his home at Harold’s Grange Road, Rathfarnham.

Garda Joanne Grogan told the court the accused had come home screaming that Ms Kelly had left him. He told her to get out of his bed and she went downstairs to a spare bedroom, where she packed to leave. Lyons told her “she wasn’t driving her car” even though she told him she did not have the keys.

He pushed her against the bedroom wall, then followed her upstairs where he pushed her down on to his bed, got on top of her and ‘strangled’ her with both his hands.

Her body went limp, she could not breathe and her eyes felt like they were going to pop, as he told her she “was trying to make a fool out of him and wouldn’t treat him like a thickie”.
Her head going light, she stopped fighting and he let go.

He locked the bedroom door, threw a pillow at her and told her to sleep on the floor before taking the battery from her phone and putting it under his pillow when she tried to call her father.

He punched her to the side of the head at one point but eventually agreed to open the door, saying: “Fiona, I just didn’t want you to drive home.”

Ms Ball arrived and Ms Kelly told her what happened before trying to strike Lyons with a bottle opener. The accused grabbed Ms Kelly by the throat again, lifting her up on her “tippy toes”, saying: “Who do you think you are, I’ll f***ing kill you”.

Ms Ball tried to pull him off Ms Kelly but he shoved her away twice and flung Ms Kelly on to the bed by her hair.

Again Ms Ball tried to stop him and he punched her full force to the side of the head.
Ms Kelly screamed at her friend to run, but Ms Ball tripped and fell and the accused got her by the arms and flung her out into his front garden, on to her back.

He then grabbed Ms Kelly by the throat again and pinned her to a car. Gardai and an ambulance arrived and Ms Ball was taken away on a spinal board.

In her victim impact statement, which she read out to the court, Ms Ball said she would never forget Lyons face on the night, his extreme rage, or her friend’s face turning purple in colour.

Lyons hands were gripped “around her neck so tightly I thought she was almost dead”, Ms Ball said.

She began blocking out what happened with prescription medication, she was in constant fear and her mother had to care for her newborn baby. Her relationship ended and she became withdrawn and paranoid, she said.

In her statement, Ms Kelly said she suffered flashbacks, nightmare and a lack of sleep as well as “vivid images” over and over in her head of the accused strangling her.

“It was the face of pure evil, a face that will haunt me for the rest of my life,” her statement said. “I can honestly say I thought I was going to die and I would never see my children again.”

Both women said the accused had shown no remorse since the incident. Lyons apologized through his barrister.

“Can he say it?” Ms Kelly asked.

“I can, yeah, I’m sorry for what happened,” Lyons said from the dock.

The defendant’s car dealership business had collapsed in the recession and a repossession order had been put on his home. Judge Hunt adjourned the case for sentencing to a date in December.

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Mobsters and Crooks – George Appo – The Most Famous Pickpocket in the History of New York City

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His father was a crazed Chinese murderer, and his mother – an Irish alcoholic. In spite of his lack of proper family upbringing, George Appo’s mission in life was to be the quintessential “Good Fellow.”

George Appo’s definition of the phrase “Good Fellow,” was a man who was an expert thief, one who would not cooperate with authorities, and who absolutely refused to testify in court, even against their enemies. Appo wrote in his 99-page autobiography, which was never published, “What constitutes a ‘Good Fellow’ in the eyes and estimation of the underworld is a nervy crook, a money getter and a spender. A ‘Good Fellow’ valiantly accepts the consequences and punishment of an arrest, even if the crime was committed by another. A ‘Good Fellow’ was a member of a fraternity of thieves.”

In the late 1840’s, George Appo’s father Quimbo Appo, ran his own tea business in New York City, before he moved to New Haven, Connecticut. In 1855, Quimbo Appo met Catherine Fitzpatrick, an Irish immigrant who was only in America a few short years. They married, and in 1856, Catherine Appo gave birth to two children. The first reportedly died in childbirth, but the second was described as “A handsome, healthy boy, very sprightly, as white as his mother, a Yankee boy to all appearances, with only the Chinaman’s breadth between his eyes.”

Shortly after George Appo was born, his father returned with his family to New York City. After working as a tea tester for several companies, in 1859, Quimbo Appo opened his own tea store on Third Avenue, between Seventh and Eighth Streets.

Quimbo Appo had a violent temper, made worse by his wife’s incessant drunkenness. On March 8, 1859, Quimbo Appo came home from work and found his wife, as usual, three sheets to the wind. He began beating Catherine Appo, so viciously, the landlady of their building, Mary Fletcher, and two other tenants Margaret Butler and Mary Gavigan, interceded and tried to stop the beating. Quimbo Appo became so enraged, he pulled out a knife and stabbed Fletcher twice in the chest. Fletcher fell fatally wounded to the floor, screaming, “My God.” Quimbo Appo then stabbed Gavigan in the arm, and Butler in the head.

Quimbo Appo ran to another Chinese boardinghouse, but was soon found by the police hiding under a bed. After he was arrested, Quimbo Appo told the police, “Yes, I killed her.

The front page of the Herald Tribune read the following day, “Murder in the Fourth Ward.”

Quimbo Appo’s trial took place on April 11, 1859. It took the jury less than one hour to reach a verdict of guilty. Even though the prosecutor, District Attorney Nelson J. Waterbury, recommended life imprisonment, a month later, Judge Davies sentenced Quimbo Appo to the death penalty. However, Quimbo Appo’s lawyer appealed the case, and on May 8, 1860, Gov. Morgan commuted Quimbo Appo’s death sentence, and instead gave them a 10-year term in the state penitentiary at Sing Sing.

However, Quimbo Appo’s 10-year bit evolved into a life sentence, because of Quimbo Appo’s penchant for violence, and also because he was basically a lunatic. As a result of several violent incidents, and bizarre behavior on his part, Quimbo Appo never became a free man again. He died at the Watteawan Hospital for the Criminally Insane on June, 23, 1912.

After his father’s incarceration, George Appo and his mother returned to their slum apartment on Oliver Street. Soon after, Catherine Appo decided to take her son, and his younger sister, on the ship The Golden Gate, to visit Catherine’s brother in San Francisco. However, the ship was caught in a violent storm and sank. Both Appo’s mother and sister perished, but Appo somehow survived.

Appo wrote, “I cannot explain how I was saved, only that a sailor brought me to New York and left me with a very poor family named Allen.”

The Allen family lived in the rear-yard tenement alley “Donovan’s Lane,” also called “Murderer’s Alley,” located on a tiny strip of hidden dirt, with the tenements so close together, hardly any daylight could penetrate into the alley.

Appo wrote, “One entrance was on Baxter and the other entrance was on Pearl Street. Poor people of all nationalities lived on this Donovan’s Lane. It was a common sight to see every morning at least 6 to 10 drunken men and women sleeping off the effects of the five-cent rum bought at ‘Black Mike’s,’ which was located at 14 Baxter Street. Next door to Mike’s was a second-hand clothing store owned by a man named Cohen, who was a fence, where all the crooks used to get rid of their stolen goods. Up over Cohen’s store was where all the Chinamen of the city lived. At the time there were only about 60 Chinamen in all the city and then the lane was called Chinatown.”

Donovan’s Lane, or if you wish – Chinatown, was in the heart of New York City’s worst slum called “The Five Points.” In this cesspool of humanity, Appo learned the tricks of the trade that enabled him to make a decent living in a life of crime. Appo, at about the age of 10, became part of a group of scavengers, which the people at that time called “street urchins,” “arabs,” “street rats,” or gutter-snipes.” While Appo was making an honest buck at low level jobs, like shinning shoes, sweeping sidewalks, and selling newspapers, Appo also perfected his true love – the art of picking pockets.

It was quite easy for a young boy selling newspapers, to pick the pocket of an unsuspecting mark. Appo used the guise of the “newspaper dodge,” a ruse, in which, while he was ostensibly selling newspapers, Appo, with one hand, would wave the newspaper in a customer’s face, then with the other hand, he’d pick the victim’s pocket.

Appo’s pickpocketing mentor was a master craftsman named Jim Caulfield. Caulfield once told a policeman, “If you will stand for a newspaper under your chin, I can take your watch, your watch and chain, and even your socks.”

In the winter of 1871, Appo was caught picking the pocket of a downtown businessman. The businessman grabbed Appo by the neck, and handed him off to a passing policeman saying, “This boy just robbed $28 from my vest pocket.”

Appo pleaded guilty before Judge Joseph Dowling. The judge sentenced Appo to an undetermined time on floating reform school, which was located on the naval vessel The Mercury. The Mercury housed on board 242 boys, who were convicted of such crimes as vagrancy, truancy, and larceny. On board The Mercury, boys learned seafaring skills, such as navigation, seamanship, military drills, and making all different kinds of rope knots, which were essential in a seafaring life. There were also classes for the boys in reading, writing, and arithmetic.

Yet, life on The Mercury was anything but idyllic. The food was barely edible. The water was filthy, and contagious germs permeated the ship.

In 1872, the Mercury made a 9-month trip to and from Barbados. Upon its return to Harts Island, off the coast of Manhattan, Appo and several other boys escaped from the vessel by lowering themselves down by a rope to a rowboat. After they arrived at shore in downtown Manhattan, Appo hustled back to Donovan’s Lane and commenced picking pockets again.

In 1874, Appo was caught by a policeman picking the pockets of a Wall Street executive. Appo tried to flee the scene, but a passing detective followed him in hot pursuit, firing his pistol at Appo. Appo was hit once in the stomach, but he managed to escape.

Appo staggered into a building at 300 Pearl Street, and went to apartment that was occupied by the Maher family. While Mrs. Maher hid Appo under a bed, she ordered her son to go out in front of the apartment building to see if any policeman were in the area. When the coast was clear, Appo fled the apartment, and received treatment at St. Luke’s hospital, from a physician who was friends with one of Appo’s confederates. The bullet in Appo’s stomach was removed, and soon Appo was back on the streets, doing what he had been doing before. Six months later, Apple was caught picking pockets again. He was tried, convicted, and sentenced to two years and six months in Sing Sing prison.

At Sing Sing, Appo was united with his father, who went in and out of lucidity. The senior Appo was normal most days, but on his bad days, he was delirious, and he said things like “I am King of the World.”

In Sing Sing, Appo was given job in the laundry room as a “presser” of shirts. After Appo accidentally burned one of the shirts, Appo’s teeth were knocked out by one of the guards. Then three guards took Appo to the guard room, handcuffed him from behind, and forced him to lay face down on a paddle board table. There Appo was given nine sharp lashes with an oar on his back and spine, rendering him unconscious. When he regained consciousness, the head keeper said to Appo, “Do you think you can go back and do your work all right now? If you don’t, we have a way to make you.”

Appo told the keeper, “You punished me for nothing, and the next time I am brought here you will punish me for something.”

Appo stumbled back to laundry shop. He immediately took the shirts that were on his table waiting to be ironed, and put them inside a hot stove, where they soon were reduced to ashes. After his dirty deed was discovered, Appo was brought back to guard room. When he was asked why he did what he had done, Appo refused to answer. Appo was immediately taken to one of the “dark cells,” where he was imprisoned for 14 days. During those 14 days, Appo was given 2 ounces of bread and a glass of water every 24 hours.

After serving 30 months in Sing Sing prison, Appo was released on April 2, 1876. Surprise, surprise, he immediately went back to picking pockets. In the next eight years, Appo was arrested twice more for pickpocketing, and returned to jail in both instances, the last time on Blackwell’s Island. Appo escaped from Blackwell’s Island, by shimmying down a rope from the ship where he was working, to the water down below. Appo jumped into a small rowboat and rowed until he docked in downtown Manhattan. Appo immediately sunk the boat, and made his way to Mulberry Street, where he was able to borrow some clothes. The next day Appo absconded to Philadelphia.

Appo did very well picking pockets in Philadelphia, but the lure of his old streets in downtown Manhattan, especially the opium dens, was too much for Appo to resist. Back in the sixth Ward, Appo decided to deviate from his usual pickpocketing and engage himself in the flimflam business. Appo’s chief swindle was giving store owners the wrong change for $10 or $20 bill. This racket went fine for a while, until Appo was caught in a jewelry shop shorting the owner. However, through the machinations of the nefarious law firm of Howe and Hummel, Appo was somehow able to escape prison time.

In the early 1890’s, catching pickpocketers and flimflam men became the favorite pastime of the New York City police. So Appo decided to try a new scheme: a scheme where he was less likely to be arrested. This scheme was called “The Green Goods Swindle.”

The Green Goods Swindle was a three-pronged operation. It started with the “operators,” or the bosses, who hired “writers,” who wrote circulars to be sent to all parts of the country. The basis of these circulars was to entice people to agree to purchase counterfeit money. The green goods circular contained wording something similar to this:

“I am dealing it articles, paper goods – ones, twos, fives, tens, and 20s – (do you understand?). I cannot be plainer until I know your heart is true to me. Then I will satisfy you that I can furnish you with with a fine, safe, and profitable article that can be used in any manner and for all purposes, and no danger.”

The writers would also include in the circular the prices for their goods. A typical price list would read: For $1200 in my goods (Assorted) I charge $100. For $2500 in my goods (Assorted) I charge $200. For $5000 in my goods (Assorted) I charge $350. For $10,000 in my goods (Assorted) I charge $600.”

These circulars were sent to people from around the country, who had invested in various lotteries. The feeling of the “operators” was that these were the type of people who most likely would do something illegal for monetary profit. Confederate soldiers were also sent circulars. New York City assistant district attorney Ambrose Purdy explained why, “Former Confederates were so emotionally embittered and economically indebted, that they viewed green goods as a good way to hurt the government.”

Once communication had been established between the “marks” and the “operator,” The marks were directed to take a train to New York City, or to the suburbs close to New York City. There the marks would meet the third cog in the Green Goods Swindle, who was called the “steerer.”

The steerer, one of whom was George Appo, would meet the marks at the railroad station and take them to the operator, or the “turning point,” who was waiting for the mark, either at a bogus storefront, or in a hotel room. The operator would show the marks a sample of his “counterfeit” money, which was actually legal tender. The mark being satisfied that the money he had been shown certainly looked legal, would give the operator the money that had been agreed upon to purchase the “queer bills.” The operator would then put the bonus counterfeit money into a cheap suitcase. A diversion would then occur, temporarily deflecting the mark’s attention. During this diversion, the “operator” would switch the suitcase, and replace it with an identical one given to him by one of his confederates. Of course, the second suitcase was filled would plain ordinary paper, and sometimes even sand.

A this point, the job of the steerer was to get the mark quickly out-of-town, before the mark realized he had been swindled. As added insurance, the operator sometimes employed the services a local cop, or detective, and sometimes even several local cops, or detectives. If the steerer had a problem with the marks, either on the way to the train station, or on the train before it left the station, the crooked cop, or detective would jump in and threatened the mark with arrest, if the mark didn’t leave town immediately. The mark would have no recourse, since he had been attempting an illegal transaction in the first place.

One such illegal Green Goods Swindle almost cost George Appo his life. In February of 1893, Appo was working a Green Goods Swindle with Jim McNally as his operator. Appo was directed by McNally to meet two men at a hotel in Poughkeepsie, New York. Appo went to the New York Hotel in Poughkeepsie, and entered the room of two men named Hiram Cassel and Ira Hogshead, shady entrepreneurs from North Carolina. Appo gave the men a letter identifying Appo as the connection between the Old Gentleman (the operator) and the two men. Appo said that he would take the two men to the train station to board a train for Mott Haven, where they would see the counterfeit money they were purchasing. After the transaction was completed, Appo said he would take the men directly to the train station, pay their fare, and send them on their way back home. Appo told the men that on the way to the train station, they must walk 10 feet behind Appo, and they must speak to no one, including Appo.

When Appo arrived at the train station, he was met by Hiram Cassel, but Ira Hogshead had stopped just short of the station, and was talking to a policeman, the same policeman who recently had a problem with Jim McNally, over his cut in a previous swindle. Appo approached Hogshead and asked him why he was speaking to the policeman. Hogshead said, “I don’t care to do business. I’ve changed my mind.”

Appo walked the men back to the hotel room, where Hogshead insisted the deal was done, and he demanded that Appo leave the hotel room immediately. As Appo was shaking Cassel’s hand, Hogshead shot Appo in the right temple. Appo was taken to the hospital hospital in critical condition. In a few days, Appo’s right eye became infected and it had to be removed.

Cassel and Hogshead went on trial for shooting Appo. However, since Appo, staying true to the code of a “good fellow,” refused to testify against the two men, which prompted the judge to release Cassel and Hogshead, with a simple $50 fine. Appo, however, was arrested for running the Green Goods Swindle, and was sentenced to three years and two months at hard labor. Plus, Appo was fined $250.

Luckily for Appo, after spending only a few months in Clinton prison, on November 28, 1893 the New York Court of Appeals overturned Appo’s conviction.

Feeling betrayed by Jim McNally, and by green goods operators in general, Appo agreed to testify before the Lexow committee, which was looking into police corruption, and their involvement in the Green Goods Swindle in particular. Appo didn’t tell the committee anything they already didn’t know, but he was branded a rat on the streets of New York City, and was shunned by the very people he had done business with for many years.

George Appo caught a break, when in September of 1894, he was approached by George W. Lederer, a renowned theater producer. Lederer offered Appo a part in his new play entitled “In the Tenderloin,” in which Appo’s was to simply play himself, in a play about New York’s underbelly. Appo toured the country in this play for several years, but when the play’s run ended, Appo was stiffed by Lederer for $15,000 in unpaid salary. Appo, although he tried for several years, never did collect his money from Lederer.

At the start of the 20th century, George Appo decided to live a life free from crime. He worked as a car cleaner at Grand Central Terminal, and also as a handyman at Calvary Church, the Sallade dress factory, and in the home of millionaire reformer a Alexander Hadden. In 1915, Appo began working for the government, during its investigations of opium dens. Appo received a salary of six dollars a month, in addition to another six dollars a month for rent for his apartment. Soon, Appo’s salary was increased to $10 a month.

In his final years, little was heard about George Appo. What is known, is that Appo lived in a small apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, on the west side of Manhattan. On August 10, 1929 George Appo was admitted to the Manhattan State Hospital on Wards Island. By that time, Appo was nearly deaf, and almost entirely blind.

On May 17, 1930, even though he had been shot four times, stabbed twice (once in the throat), and brutally beaten in prison, George Appo died at the age of 73, from nothing more than the effects of old age.

Joe Bruno on the Mob – Umberto’s Restaurant

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This article is in reply to an article on the website NYC Mob Tour, web address: http://nycmobtour.wordpress.com/2011/06/30/the-legend-of-mulberry-street-returns-some-things-are-better-left-unsaid/#respond

In the early 70’s (I’m not sure of the exact date because I was in the military service at the time), Larry’s Bar became Umberto’s.

When it first opened, Umberto’s did not get rave reviews from neighborhood people. To the people who lived north of Canal Street, “Vincent’s Clam Bar,” on the corner of Hester and Mott, was consider the best shellfish restaurant in the neighborhood. The people who lived south of Canal Street, as I did, felt “The Lime House,” on the corner of Mott and Bayard was the best. Then there was “Little Charlie’s” on Kenmare Street, which had excellent food. And also a small place on the Bowery, below Canal, the name of which escapes me, which had excellent food too. In the early 1970’s,Umberto’s was new, and everybody in the neighborhood tried it. But to me, the food was slightly above mediocre.

Everything changed in he early morning hours of April 7, 1972, when Crazy Joe Gallo was gunned down in Umberto’s, during his last stop on a night on the town (and in this world too), while celebrating his 43rd birthday. From what I heard on the streets, there was an open contract on Gallo because he was believed to be behind the murder of Joe Columbo, who was gunned down on June 29th, 1970 at the Italian/American Civil Right League rally, at Columbus Circle. Approximately 150,000 were in attendance when Columbo was shot. He remained in a vegetative state for several years, before he finally died.

For a reason I cannot fathom, a full page glossy, color, picture of Gallo, laying dead in the middle of the street in front of Umberto’s, was spread on the cover of Time Magazine. Suddenly, Umberto’s became an overnight sensation, as tourists from around the world flocked to Umberto’s to see the site of the famous gangland killing. However, the Little Italy neighborhood people ho-hummed the entire situation, because someone getting gunned down in Little Italy was not exactly a novel idea to the people who lived there. And who wants extra stunads roaming the streets of our neighborhood anyway?

Still, despite all the hype, the food at Umberto’s remained the same. Slightly above mediocre.

So what’s the big deal now about Umberto’s anyway? It has a new location around the corner from the original site. I haven’t been there yet, but if the food is like the original Umberto’s, I wouldn’t bust my butt trying to get a table there.

PS – I dined at Umberto’s many times, including a few hours before Gallo’s murder (I think I ate scungilli and calamari over spaghetti, with the medium/hot sauce). And I was safely out of Umberto’s before midnight (Thank God!). The shooting occurred around 4 a.m.

After the Gallo murder, I either ate at The Lime House, or at Vincent’s. And sometimes at Little Charlie’s. Once in a while I’d go to Umberto’s, but was always unimpressed by the food. And especially annoyed that the joint was filled with tourists, and not the regular neighborhood clientele.

You could legitimately say, after the killing of Joe Gallo in Umberto’s, there went the neighborhood.

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