Monthly Archives: January 2013

§25: Re-Examining Whitey Bulger: The Learning Years: Clearing The Decks For Stevie Flemmi’s Arrival Home

FBI Agents Rico and Condon Wait In Limousine for Stevie Flemmi at End of
Red Carpet

The remarkable thing about some of the books written about Whitey is how little attention is paid to critical things. We sort of jump from Stevie Flemmi being on the lam to Stevie being a member of the Winter Hill Gang. This important time that will shape all future events is given scant attention.

One aspect that has been ignored is that Stevie had pending against him two very serious charges that were the occasion of his flight:  the murder of William Bennett that was pending in Suffolk County and the attempted murder of Attorney John Fitzgerald when he blew up his car in Middlesex County. Stevie was not going to come back unless he had an iron clad guarantee that these cases would disappear. You’d think that’d be hard to give him considering the seriousness of the charges.

Frank Salemme who also was charged with blowing up Fitzgerald’s car had been arrested in New York City in November 1972 by FBI Agent John Connolly. Flemmi was tried on those charge in June 1973, the main witness against him being Robert Daddeico. Until Salemme’s case was over nothing could be done to help Stevie.

§24: Re-Examining Whitey Bulger: The Learning Years: Waiting For Stevie To Come Home

Stevie and Whitey
In Their Good Years

We’re now at the point where we are entering the second half of The Learning Years the period called the Full Gang Years. This begins in May 1974 when Stevie Flemmi comes back from Montreal. It lasts until the time of the Race Fixing Indictment in the spring of 1979. That indictment named Howie Winter, John Martarano, Jimmy Martorano, Joe McDonald and Jimmy Sims. Howie and Jimmy Martorano stayed around for the trial, were convicted, and incarcerated. Howie was already doing time on a state charge. John and Joe took off for Florida; Jimmy Sims had not been seen around for a while was believed to be dead.

The result would be that Whitey and Stevie Flemmi would be the only two of the seven Winter Hill Gang leaders remaining standing. They would take over the running of the gang. The Boss Years would begin and continue until the mid-Nineties.

Waiting on Whitey Bulger’s Congressman Lynch for An Answer To A Simple Question

Flying In The
Sunset of the Day

Ah, politics. You know I avoid them in this blog but I can’t help noticing that Congressman Lynch from South Boston who just got reelected has decided to take a shot at the seat being vacated by Senator Kerry, according to some reports I’ve seen lately. I guess he is going to go up against another Congressman Edward Markey who is in a similar position. I love the courage of these men secure in one job which they intend to hold on to while running for an other job. I guess it’s a “public are fools” attitude since you can’t be doing the job you were just elected to as a Congressman while spending the enormous time running around soliciting votes and money for a new job.

I’m particularly bothered by Congressman Lynch going off on another quest. That is because I’m still waiting for him to tell us what is going on with the FBI. For those who are late to this blog let me quickly tell you why.

Caswell Motel Case – How Secure Are We In Our Property From The Greed Of Some Police?

The Caswell Motel – May It Go On In Peace

The Caswell case which I wrote about yesterday points to the inability of US Attorney Carmen Ortiz to make reasonable judgments. It took about a week to try the case which had lingered in the courts for three years. Judge Judith Gail Dein took the time to visit the home of the motel owner Russ Caswell and to examine the motel and its surroundings. After hearing the evidence, she took a couple of months before she came down with her decision. She meticulously spelled out the facts and examined other cases involving forfeitures in the country to compare them to the Caswell case and to distinguish them if necessary. It took her many hours and she finally set out her reasoning in a 59 page document. She did this work because she knew that it was likely that unless she shut the door completely on the US attorney the case would drag on and be appealed.

A Whitey-Like Taking By U.S. Attorney Ortiz Stopped Cold By Judith Gail Dein: Will She Continue Her Quixotic Fight?

Russ Caswell – A Victim Of An Unfeeling US Attorney

Sunday is a day for a little bit of good news.  This comes in the form of a decision by Judge Judith Gail Dein who slapped down the outrageous actions by our US Attorney Carmen Ortiz to all but steal a motel from its owner.

This isn’t a story about the Hotel California the lovely place mentioned in song but rather about the Motel Caswell which was described by its owner, Russ Caswell as, “It’s a budget motel. You know, it’s an older place, but we do our best to keep it in good condition.”

I wrote about it a while back and again more recently in connection with the suicide of Aaron Swartz.  My initial take on the Caswell case was that Carmen Ortiz was acting like Whitey Bulger and she was engaged in an attempt to steal  this property from a hard-working guy. I suggested that her actions in this type of case made me question her judgment as a prosecutor. This was before I knew anything about Swartz’s prosecution.

§23: Re-Examining Whitey Bulger: The Learning Years: A Reflection At The End Of The Pre-Flemmi Time Continued

Those Who Live In
Ivy Towers Live Far
From The Street Life

On the city streets dealing on a daily basis year after year with the full spectrum of mankind one learns the necessary steps to survive. Fights and killings don’t occur because the FBI is telling street-wise people certain things are happening. They are everyday occurrences.

Here are two or three of the many things I’ve gotten almost jammed in on that jumped into my mind as I write. I wasn’t one of those guys out looking for trouble even though it seemed to walk the streets with me. I walked into a popular Ho Jo’s  on Morrissey Boulevard to get an ice cream cone and happened to look at another guy standing by the cash register. He threw at me, “what are you looking at!” The next thing I know I’m in a fist fight. I was  standing in a bar and talking about a baseball game with a couple of friends. One of the really tough psychos appeared out of the blue. He said, “what are you talking about me for. You wanna step outside.” I obviously didn’t and smothered him with a million assurances of my innocence.

§22: Re-Examining Whitey Bulger: The Learning Years: A Reflection At The End Of The Pre-Flemmi Time

You Don’t Need The FBI’s Help To End Up Here

The end of the Pre-Flemmi Years is a good time to stop to reflect upon a shockingly erroneous belief that has come to the fore in these matters. I pause now because I suggest I’ve just clearly shown that Murderman John Martorano has played, to put it mildly, very loosely with the truth. I pointed out in my book, Don’t Embarrass The Family, and here, the obvious lies Flemmi, Salemme, Morris and Weeks have told. It’s so bad that I’ve questioned how a prosecutor can justify using them as witnesses or how we have a system that requires a jury to guess when a life-long admitted liar is telling the truth.

Our whole belief system about what happened as it involves Whitey is based upon these lies with very little independent verification. An industry has been built upon these religious-like beliefs. Books, without footnotes or support relative to the critical issues, have been written allegedly containing facts but have so much made-up stuff in them that we’re left guessing at the truth. Findings have been made by judges in the federal district court and court of appeals awarding large sums of money based on this. So many people are invested in it that suggesting they are all wrong is like telling an Orthodox Jew, Strict Muslim, Conservative Catholic, Fundamentalist Christian or anyone with hard-core beliefs she is wrong in what she believes. I know no one will change her mind but I offer this one bit of evidence for her to consider.

§21: Re-Examining Whitey Bulger: The Learning Years: Martorano’s Hollywood Creation Of A Murder

Murderman Getting Ready
For A Day At The Office

I’ve told how I doubt Winter Hill was involved in killing Spike O’Toole. Others were after him for years. Two months or so before he was murdered he was gunned down by others. Murderman Martorano never mentioned that nor did he have him leaving the right barroom just before his murder.

Here how Murderman described the killing. He let him have it with a grease gun. Then Joe McDonald jumped out of the car “ran up to O’Toole, stood over his body, and lifted his ski mask,” because “he wanted Spike to know that he had been killed by Winter Hill . . . and fired twice into Spike’s head.”  It all sounds so Hollywood-like.

He went on that Whitey the driver saw a pedestrian approaching the car and “In the dark, Whitey reached for a gun, then he realized he didn’t have one. He settled for pointing his finger” at that person. He said later, according to Murderman, “Never again do I go  on a hit without a gun.” It sounds like one of those old time comedy routines. Don’t you like the touch “in the dark” as if that somehow contributed to misunderstand as if in the daytime or a light was on he would have known he didn’t have a gun but being dark he was confused. Oh, well.