 “You can say it,” Frank says. “I look like Joe Pesci. My friends always tell me that. At least they say it behind my back. They know I’ll slit their throats.”
I’ve only known Frank for 15 seconds and he has already given me my first uncomfortable ultimatum. If I tell him he does indeed look like Joe Pesci, I’m the type of person whose throat he wants to slit. If I don’t, I’m immediately disagreeing with him and getting off to a bad start.
It’s a Tuesday evening in New York City’s Little Italy, and the enclave of old-school bars, souvenir shops, and tourist-driven restaurants is beginning to fill up, largely with British tourists who want to add a Sopranos safari to their vacation. As they walk past a sleepy restaurant on Mulberry Street, little do they know that the two men seated near the front door are high-ranking officers of an organized crime family.
Frank (not his real name) is small and barrel-chested, the kind of body you get from spending a good portion of your adult life in jail. Philly (also an alias) is a dapper, younger-looking version of Christopher Walken, who has been in “the life” for several decades as well. They’ve both agreed to sit with me because a friend of mine, Dan Pearson, is well-known in their world. Dan grew up in the house of one of the most notorious organized crime leaders in Mob history, but later gave it all up to settle down and start a family. Knowing I was curious about the modern-day Mafia, he persuaded some of his old friends to let me “bounce” with them as they tried to earn. Now I’m wondering if maybe it was a bad idea.
“You’re with Danny boy,” Frank says. “He vouches for you. You know what that means, right?”
Having seen Donnie Brasco, I’m familiar with the term, but a soldier I’ll meet later will put it more bluntly:
“This ain’t the fucking movies,” he’d tell me. “That’s all bullshit. If you fuck us on this, your body will visit all five boroughs at the same time, and so will Dan’s. Capisce?”
Si, capisce.
* * *
It turned out to be a propitious time To meet the mafia. Two days later, Frank, Philly, and dozens of other high-ranking organized crime figures would be hauled in by police in of one of the largest arrests
in city history. All told, federal prosecutors would hand out 80 indictments to 62 men, mostly members of the Gambino crime family, on charges ranging from murder of a court officer to extortion of union funds.
The indictments would reveal just how alive the government believes the Mafia is, and prosecutors would hail the busts as yet more nails in a coffin they’ve been steadily burying since the ’50s. But by then my tour guides would have me convinced the raids were just a pinprick on an organization that—contrary to rumors—is not only alive but thriving.
“We adapted to the times, and the wealth, of today’s world,” is how Frank put it.
The Mafia, I’d learn, has long since adjusted to prevent any one raid from interfering with its business. Gone are the days when it maintained a stranglehold on everything illegal; the new Mob is all about using its traditional ferocity to break into legal enterprises, thereby limiting its exposure to prosecution. At the same time, it’s still struggling to maintain its self-proclaimed traditions of honor, loyalty, and justifiable violence even as its members increasingly see them as anachronistic.
* * *
Like many people, I had thought the Italian mafia was on the verge of extinction. My knowledge had come almost exclusively from The Godfather, GoodFellas, and The Sopranos. Its life cycle, at least according to pop culture, had gone something like this: At the turn of the 20th century, a feudal Sicilian and Italian organization called the Black Hand emigrated, along with millions of Italians to America where it got rich and powerful off bootlegging, extortion, and loan sharking. In New York City, factions engaged in wholesale slaughter over profits until 1931, when a 34-year-old rising crime star named Charles “Lucky” Luciano created the “five families” structure, in which territories and rackets were carved out to prevent intramural squabbling and unnecessary attention. It built a monopoly of vice and spread its enterprise across the country. Somewhere in there a lot of guys were shot in barber’s chairs, Al Capone became head of a sister organization in Chicago, and Michael Corleone testified to the Senate a crime family boss.
Over zuppe di pesce, Frank waxes nostalgic about the golden age. “In my mind what we did was honorable. We were the people immigrants could come to when they had a problem. In exchange for that, you could walk into their stores and they would give you the best of what they had.” He throws out tales of stickups and mistresses and friends who have disappeared. “I tell my daughter that when I die, they need to bury me with a .38. I know I’m going to hell, and there are some guys down there waiting for me that I’m gonna have to do a second time.”
Things changed in the ’80s, right about the time Sharon Stone’s Casino character was doing lots of drugs in Vegas, along came a U.S. attorney named Rudy Giuliani. He made it his mission to break up the Mafia in New York. In one of his cases, known as the “pizza connection,” 22 wise guys were arrested in conjunction with a billion-dollar heroin trade. In a second case, Giuliani helped indict the heads of all five families. “Our approach,” Giuliani said at the time, “is to wipe out the five families.”
The final death knell seemed to come when John Gotti was arrested. Known as the Teflon Don, the well-coiffed Gotti was a fixture on TV and in newspapers, almost flaunting his ability to conduct business outside the reach of the law. Eventually, the Feds busted him, and in 1992 Gotti was given a sentence of life without parole. After his incarceration, it was said that the Gambino crime family, of which he was the head, would never be the same. Philly informs me this is indeed true.
“When John Gotti and his crew got busted, it actually made the family stronger,” Philly explains. “The organization learned from its mistakes. There are now contingency plans for when arrests come.”
According to one member of the Gambino family, the organization currently has more than 2,000 made men across the United States. Each made man could have between 10 and 15 associates earning underneath him in businesses that encompass everything from construction to unions and entertainment to nightclubs.
“The Luccheses always had the sanitation routes,” Philly explains. “The Genovese family had the gambling. The Bonannos had the heroin. But the Gambinos have been involved in everything from A to Z. It’s been estimated that the Gambinos are a multibillion-dollar enterprise. If something happens, it can create a hiccup in the national economy.”
As an example, Philly throws out trucking companies, which have long been Gambino territory. “There’s maybe 28 major companies from here to Queens,” he says. “All legitimate businesses, but let’s say many of them have a ‘connection’ to the family.”
When you think about the number of items that are delivered by trucks daily, any hitch could stagger a local economy. “The soda you have with lunch, the food you eat at the restaurant, even the magazine this story will be in,” explains Philly. “It all gets delivered by a truck. That’s how involved we are in your everyday life.”
Even as the Mafia has maintained its interest in trucking, it has also expanded into new territory. “The game and its economics have changed,” Philly says. “The days of breaking legs over $500 are over. Now if you owe me money, you’ve got a way to get it and you don’t even have to break the law to do it. What’s your credit score? If you can get someone with a 700 credit score, I’ll hook them up with someone at a bank and they’ll get a $100,000 line of credit.”
“Shit,” Frank says, “With a 700 credit score, we can get them a $100,000 line of credit at four different banks.”
“Exactly,” says Philly. “You could have $400,000 in a week. Of course, as payment for our help, you’ll return the money you owe us and kick in another 10 percent. If you come back into good times, by all means pay it back. But we don’t care if you don’t pay it back. You can spend it all, declare bankruptcy, and tell the bank to go fuck themselves, for all we care. We made $40,000 off of you in a couple of hours, and it’s all legit.”
“Do you know anyone with a 700 credit score?” Frank asks. “We’ll get them set up, and I’m sure you would see a little of it.”
* * *
Two days later, as the sun rises over a cold February day in New York City, the Feds make their move. The prized catches were, Feds believe, the Gambino family’s acting boss, John “Jackie Nose” D’Amico; acting underboss, Domenico “Italian Dom” Cefalu; and consigliere, Joseph “Jo Jo” Corozzo, along with the brother and nephew of the late John Gotti, three other Gambino captains, and three acting captains.
At the press conference trumpeting the bust, Police Commissioner Ray Kelly said, “This was a bad day for org | | |