Whitey finally wrote the true book about his life. I’m not talking about the soon to be published book written by one of his relatives which will be more a diatribe than the truth. I’m talking about the one which comes out from a person’s behavior; the one we see which is summed up by the expression “your actions speak so loudly I can hardly hear what you are saying.’” I’m talking about the book he wrote yesterday by his actions where he showed us what he is made of.
C & B, (J.W. Carney and Hank Brennan) two skilled lawyers along with their very capable staff put aside all their other business and labored day and night to assist Whitey in his defense. Deep down they knew it was all for naught – there was no way Whitey would ever beat the multitude of charges against him. Yet, unbowed by this knowledge, they sought out and advanced legal theory after legal theory to try to bring about the impossible. Even had they done so, Whitey would still be facing the death penalty in both Florida and Oklahoma, gun charges in federal court in California, and probably murder charges in Massachusetts where, strangely, he (or for that matter some of his cohorts) has yet to be indicted for murder .
C&B knew this. They knew Whitey would never be free. Yet like Sisyphus they pushed each day until exhaustion to gain some type of relief for one of the most undeserving of humans. C&B knew that even if they could have proven that Jeremiah O’Sullivan gave Whitey a wand that he could wave so that no matter what federal crimes he committed the federals could never prosecute him, the other sovereigns such as Florida, Oklahoma and Massachusetts would not be bound by it.
But a bigger problem facing C&B, much more difficult than trying to show Whitey could murder whoever he wanted without consequences, is that any smidgen of sympathy anyone had for Whitey it had to have vanished yesterday. The man truly personifies vile evilness. So no matter what legal errors were made in his trial, no judge sworn to uphold the law would ever find them sufficient to reverse his conviction. We all knew, and Whitey must know, the sentence he gets today will be forever undisturbed.
He is as close to a disciple of the Devil as we will ever see. As you may know the day he was born had the hottest temperature ever for that date in recorded history. It has been suggested that was because the Devil came up from Hell and left one of his disciples here on earth.
Whitey’s goose was cooked when in June 2011 clever FBI agents lured him away from his well supplied redoubt in Santa Monica and put him under arrest. He knew then, or should have known, he would die in prison. Almost two and a half years have passed since then and Whitey has been afforded at the great expense to the taxpayer the best defense available to any person. What then does Whitey think of all this?
Yesterday I wrote how C&B said Whitey believes his trial was a sham. We are supposed to accept that his puerile actions in court yesterday, not looking at the relatives of his victims who spoke of the harm he caused and his refusal to say other than “no” when asked by Judge Casper if he had anything to say, were a show of his disdain. Far from that, however, what they do is give us a glimpse into the blackness of his soul. What kind of man is it who thinks after all the efforts expended on him and after living a life filled with vile crimes that he has been wronged?
Even if his demented reasoning could justify his taking the lives of people, wouldn’t you expect some sort of expressed contrition from him? Yet. Devil-like, none came.
In his mind he is the victim. He suggests he has been unfairly treated. Like his fellow murderer Martorano he must believe all those he murdered he had the right to kill and his victims deserved to die. Rather than own up to his evil acts, express his sorrow to those he harmed, and leave us attempting to grasp a straw of dignity he boorishly laments his self-made fate..
Sitting in the court located on the edge of South Boston he did what no true Southie man would do which is to sit down when he should have stood up. He should have in his final hours in the area where he wielded such power gone out with head held high. A true man would have stood up and shouted out “I did it my way,” expressed sorrow for the harm he caused and accepted his punishment. Instead we will see him shuffle out of court mumbling to himself “unfair, unfair, oh woe is me, these people are so unfair.”
What a way to leave Southie! Maybe, after all, Whitey was “the guy from Oskaloo.”