Thursday, June 30, 2011
Oh, I know. If we can no longer look to Southie or Deadwood or Little Italy for our evil alter egos, we can always look to Wall Street. Bankers, brokers, CEO’s, CFO’s and financiers of all different stripes and FBI profile characteristics. These are the new criminal role models for our sorry white asses. We want to emulate them so much, we even vote to cut their taxes and let them lay us off with admiring smiles.
Whitey Bulger was a dinosaur criminal all right, but what replaces him is even bigger and hungrier.
Monday, June 27, 2011
(Please note – this guy is not the same guy as Kevin Weeks, another Bulger heavy, who wrote the memoir whose short title is Brutal. Both are burly dark-haired, thick-featured, not terribly tall golem types gifted with much native wit – and a violent disposition. I wonder if they've ever attempted to pound each other out over whose book is better.)
I dare you to read this interview without coming away with the impression that a neon sign spelling “PSYCHOSEXUAL TRAIN WRECK” hovers perpetually above this guy’s head. Consider the following excerpts:
1) In regards to starting his life of violence: "At the age of nine, when I was bent over and sodomized, that started my life, that planted the predatory seed."
2) Consider one of his, ahem, funny stories: "Once I smashed a guy’s leg in half, beating his fucking brains out… I got this raging hard-on, man, I’m about to ejaculate. I grab my friend who was with me and say, ‘Dude, I’m hard as a rock!’ We were both laughing."
3) His apparent response to being in a police interrogation room: “If he wants to tell you about the time he shot his wad all over a two-way mirror, he will — unapologetically, maybe even gleefully.”
4) Not surprisingly, he admits to the following: “There are a couple of politically sensitive moments in the book — one a gay-bashing incident, the other an instance of violent racism — that are recounted with something approaching embarrassment…”
Of course, he boasts about his innumerable female conquests, about the wealth he acquired as a top hoodlum, how he may have, uh, bumped off the guy who raped him when he was a kid... However, he does admit that he has made a great effort to go straight (so to speak) from his violent instincts, which are always there: “This goes with me my whole life,” he says. “This is almost like AA — there should be a Predators Anonymous."
By 2003, he has become a U. Mass. Boston grad, a proud father of young girls, a published author and a man gainfully employed in the construction industry. He also likes to lecture at schools and colleges, so he can warn the young against falling into a life of crime. I say that’s fine – so long as he stays out of their locker rooms. And I’d be very curious to know how he’s faring eight years later.
Divorced from the mob (Boston Phoenix)
Friday, June 24, 2011
According to his even stockier ex-righthand man, Kevin Weeks, Bulger "boasted that he had corrupted six FBI agents and more than 20 Boston police officers". At Christmas time, Weeks said, "Bulger stuffed envelopes with cash... 'He used to say that Christmas was for cops and kids'". I find it easy to imagine Whitey dressed up in a blood-red Santa suit to earn extra bucks during holiday season at the shopping malls of Southern California. He looks the part now, after all. Beware, O ye Boston coppers, Bad Santa Whitey knows whether you've been naughty or you've been nice!
Capture of Boston gangster could mean more scandal (Salon)
Thursday, June 23, 2011
It was clever of the FBI to shift the search to his girlfriend, Catherine Greig. After all, since she was a lot younger than Whitey - and not herself the fugitive - she would have been the one out and about, doing chores, getting her hair done and her face lifted, making friends and whatnot. They say Ms. Greig, a former dental hygienist, liked to get her teeth cleaned once a month. I mean, how many folks do that? The FBI arrested the pair at the Princess Eugenia apartment complex in Santa Monica where, true to form, 81-year old Whitey had stashed "weapons and a large amount of cash". Not that he was up for a gun battle. They say he's in ill health, which means he's been arrested just in time to get his medical care paid for by the state of Massachusetts. The big question now is what Whitey knows - and whom he's going to be willing to finger. John Connolly probably wasn't the only G-man who had a good thing going with Whitey. Not to mention the Boston police and the local politicians. What about Whitey's brother Billy - sort of the Griffin Dunne character to Whitey's Micheal Keaton in the Johnny Dangerously-style tale of the Bulger boys? Billy had to resign from the presidency of U.Mass. in 2003, but I'll bet what Whitey knows about him could get him into deeper shit than that. The scuttlebutt is that most Bostonians remember Whitey with disgust, and are glad he's been caught. But no doubt there are a few of them who are little nervous. As for the FBI, I guess they're high-fiving each other all over the place right now - but probably not all of them.
One annoying thing about the reports - maybe because the epicenter of the story is L.A. - is how Whitey was the model for the Jack Nicholson character in The Departed. Puhleeze! Nicholson was the worst thing in the movie. He didn't even attempt a Boston accent. He just played Jack Nicholson with devil's horns. And Whitey sure as hell was never fat and self-indulgent like Jack - the real Whitey was a paranoid, teetotaling workout freak. He was anything but flamboyant. He was quiet and deadly, like a snake. I remember that much from fixing his PC before he went on the lam. I sure as hell hope he doesn't remember me.
(This couple photographed in Taormina, Sicily in 2007 are thought by some to have been Bulger and Greig.)
Fugitive Boston mobster arrested on Westside (LA Times)
Whitey Bulger arrested (Boston Globe)
Fugitive mobster Whitey Bulger busted in Santa Monica (Santa Monica Daily Press)
FBI arrests mob boss Whitey Bulger in Calif. (Salon)
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Lesser Known Mobsters, as Brutal as the Old Ones (review of Gomorrah from the New York Times