I’m thinking of all the guys who literally got away with murder thanks to the federal prosecutors obsession with the Bulgers. One came to mind recently. I’ll call him the Lad. I inquired about him by contacting a person who I consider the top media maven on the subject of Whitey. I asked him for an update on what was happening to the Lad. He got back to me and said from all he can tell the Lad is apparently slipping and sliding along.
Prior to having contacted the media person, I was planning to write about the Lad. I was going to suggest that it is pretty outrageous that he’s still foot loose and fancy free despite there being good and sufficient evidence to incarcerate him. We all know that he was gunning down people as a favor to Genaro Angiulo. Gerry by the way was a Navy combat veteran from WWII having served in the Pacific Theater something I never knew back when he ran the Boston Mafia office.
When I heard they were going to let the Lad slide off I got to thinking more about him. Doing that made me decide perhaps it was for the better that I hold my peace and let him spend the rest of his days on the street. That’s why I now call him the Lad. It is not that I have much sympathy for him because he was involved in several murders and never seemed to get over his love for committing criminal acts. It’s rather that of all of the bunch that assembled around Whitey and Winter Hill he was the only one who didn’t become a rat.
Now the Lad’s got to get some recognition for that, I’d think, especially when you see how many others could hardly wait, pushing and shoving each other to get a better place in line, to squeal on their former friends.
Of all the characters among this sordid crew, including all the Southie guys, the Lad did his crime and did his time and when offered goodies to help himself ease his plight he laughed at those who wanted him to cooperate. He is the only stand-up guy who kept his own counsel. The only one.
Kevin Weeks, or should I say Two-Weeks, could only stand jail for two weeks before he gave up Whitey; Martorano, the man who said you don’t become a rat by ratting on a rat, (he was referring to his giving the government evidence against Whitey who he believed was a rat) clearly became a rat when he gave evidence against the Lad, our stand-up guy. Whitey, assuming he wasn’t giving information to the FBI which he maintains was the case against all evidence pointing in the other direction, clearly became a rat when he turned on FBI agent John Connolly and had his attorney tell the world he paid him hundreds of thousands of dollars. I suppose ratting on someone who provided cover for you for a couple of decades puts Whitey near the top of the rat ladder. (I don’t believe that Whitey gave anywhere near that amount of money to Connolly. He is like most gangsters: cheap.)
When I talk about the Lad being the only stand-up guy I do not include women. They seem to be made of tougher stuff. Catherine Greig puts all the boys in Southie to shame when it comes to this issue. I also exclude the Angiulos and their Mafia cronies who didn’t talk.
I do include Frank Salemme, a Johnny-come-lately Boston Mafia leader, who got the leadership position when the pickings were slim. He ended up giving testimony for the government something no self-respecting old time Mafia don would have ever done. Salemme also turned on his best pal Stevie “Benji Ditchman” Flemmi who himself turned on everyone he could.
So a hat tip to the Lad and a wish that for him: May the Winter be mild; and the Summer (villes) be warm.