I have finished my rough draft of the my book on the 100 gangster murders that occurred in Boston in between 1956 and 1976. I now have to go back over it and send it out to some others for them to look at and comment on. Then I hope that I can make it available for others to read.
I’m not sure many care about these things but I felt the need to do it because I sought to have a foundation from which to launch into my tale of the hyping of an ordinary brutal criminal into a super criminal which could only happen in the small world of Boston. Looking at the other murders while writing my book allowed me to stand back from the Whitey Bulger craze.
I can only wonder at how naïve the people are. There was no one in the Boston media who took a critical or objective view of what was happening in the crime scene in Boston? Or, was it not naivete but a deliberate attempt to accomplish a hidden object by making a mountain out of a mole hill.
The hyping of this low-life gangster went from those on the far right such as Howie Carr and Alan Dershowitz to those on the far left such as the Globe reporters and Alan Dershowitz. Did I say Dershowitz was on the far right and the far left? I suppose I did. He is the type of guy who wants to stick his unpleasant visage in the public’s eye and will join any cause that provides such a forum.
But as for Howie Carr, I’m not sure he was naive – he was more crafty – he had decided making a particular politician into the personification of evil was the best way to get a good following of haters. He understood that one way to do that was to elevate the purely local hoodlum into a monster criminal. Carr was a guy who always lived off the appeal to people’s most racist tendencies. Do you remember him playing the Mexican music when he read off the named of Latinos that appeared on the police blotter? Does he still? Or is it now unnecessary because of his “you know where I stand” wink at others.
One thing my book showed me is that birds of a feather stick together. Almost all of the guys that were murdered in the Boston Gangster Wars had association with other gangsters. Many of their associations began at the places our wilder friends would go off to when they disappeared from the neighborhood. Sort of like the well-off kids from the suburbs who would go to boarding schools. Only the schools our wilder friends went to were not named Philips something or other, Exeter, or Groton but had more homey names such as Shirley or Lyman.
Whenever you see a gangster you find the people he (there is an occasional she such as Dorothy Barchard) hangs around with are other gangsters. That’s often why recycling them in and out of prison has so little effect on them. They have plenty of friends no matter where they are.
What was one of the big, big, surprises during the Whitey revelations was that one of the groups that found a common bed with the gangsters was the FBI. It was not that J. Edgar Hoover was in his dotage when he decided he would join up with gangsters. He died in 1972 after being the head of it for 48 years at age 77. He decided to partner with the gangsters ten or so years earlier in he beginning of the 1960s. It was one of the worst decisions he ever made yet for some reason the FBI continues to this day to do so. Maybe since so many people now object to naming the new FBI building after Hoover they can call it the Top Echelon Informant Home.