Did the mob ever rule the Bronx?

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Even during
its glory days, the mafia never ruled the Bronx. There has been a mob presence
in the Bronx since the early days of the last century, but it never had anything
like the stranglehold it had on Manhattan, Brooklyn and, with the rise of John
Gotti, Queens. The forgotten borough, Staten Island, counts in mafia lore as
the bedroom community for the bosses.



The Bronx
has always been a true melting pot, and no single ethnic group has been able
to control the district. When the mafia started to gain in power, the area was
full of working-class Irish who had their own mob in the NYPD, and Jews who
came to the borough to get away from what the mafia brought to the Lower East
Side. In the 1960s, blacks and Latinos moved in with their own ideas of criminal
enterprise.


The Bloods,
Crips, Latin Kings and the Mexican Mafia rule today’s crime, and Latinos,
the Bronx’s new Irish, rule politics. The Bloods and other gangs are the
new mafia, with control over projects and dozens of streets. While the old mafia
has faded throughout New York, in the Bronx it’s hard to find any Italian
gangsters.


Maybe the
borough was just too rough for a mafia family to rule. John Gotti was born and
raised in the Bronx, but his family thought the borough too harsh, and they
headed out to Brooklyn when he was 10 years old. You have to go back to the
1920s to find a mob boss living in the Bronx, when the Jewish gangster Dutch
Schultz ran his illegal alcohol outfit on 149th St. Then there’s Gaetano
Reina, an early-era mafioso who backed his criminal empire with a monopoly on
the ice business. Electric refrigerators would eventually put an end to his
little empire, but not before bullets ended his life.


The fact
that the five ruling families stayed out of the Bronx may have had more to do
with their fear of the district than anything else. During the 20s and 30s,
Bronx Irish gangsters gained notoriety and money by kidnapping mob kingpins
and demanding ransoms. Cursed with the Irish gene of recklessness, they had
no fear, because most knew they’d die young. But they had a good con going;
since everyone was a criminal, no one could go to the cops. Survival of the
fittest.


The boldest
of the Bronx Irish kidnappers was Vincent "Mad Dog" Coll. Raised in
miserable poverty in Donegal, he came to the Bronx as a young man and hooked
up with a gang of likeminded hooligans. Together they snatched an old-world
Italian gangster named Mustache Pete. (They sent his fingers and ears to the
family to get ransom money.) In 1931, Coll sealed his fate when he attempted
a drive-by of mobster Joe Rao. Rao survived, but Coll clipped a few kids in
the shooting. Gangland had had enough of this lunatic, and in 1932 he was gunned
down in a drugstore phone booth on W. 23rd St. His grave sits in St. Raymond’s
Cemetery in the East Bronx, his headstone not far from where the Lindbergh baby
kidnappers picked up their ransom money in 1932.


Though no
mob boss called the Bronx home, that’s not to say there was no mafia
to be found. My father once told me a story about his days as a fireman near
Arthur Ave. in the late 1960s. He’d been injured in a fire and was put
on light duty, walking around the area and ticketing cars parked in front of
hydrants. My father knew the area was thick with mobsters and began his beat
with a stop in the neighborhood’s most popular coffee shop. He told the
owner that he would be taking his coffee there every morning. Then he would
head out to write the tickets. The men in the shop, understanding and appreciating
the gesture, paid local kids to move their cars as my father sipped his joe.
Only non-neighborhood people got tickets.


A lot of
guys I grew up with in the Bronx claimed to be "connected." It may
have been true, but I always suspected it to be an affectation. I went to high
school with a very sharp Italian kid named Dominick. He scored a 1300 on the
SATs, but when asked what he planned to do with his life, he’d simply answer:
"I’m going to be in the mafia."


Dominick,
I figured, really was a mobster in training, because if you wanted to bet on
a football game, you went to him. He also had some extracurricular drug sales
going and was big on cutting off parking meters–taking them into cellars
and breaking them open with a sledge hammer. He made the Daily News when
his body was found in the trunk of his car, chopped to pieces. The report surmised
that he’d fooled around with a made guy’s wife.


There is
still a strong Italian presence in the Bronx. Unlike other white ethnics, they
haven’t completely fled the borough. Though Arthur Ave. probably hosts
more Slavic residents than Italian, the businesses are largely operated by the
latter, and Pelham Bay, Throggs Neck and Country Club still have plenty of Italians.


Around Arthur
Ave. the Italian section is growing smaller, but the restaurants are still thriving.
Recently I was in the neighborhood drinking a coffee and taking notes in an
empty coffee shop. An old man with muscular forearms and white hair sat nearby
sipping an espresso.


"You
a writer?" he asked.


His name
was Joe. He asked what I was writing about, and I paused. How do you ask someone
about the mafia in a neighborhood once known for its mobsters? Joe was a local,
had some miles on his face and was no doubt around during the mob’s glory
days.


"How
are the Italians doing up here?" I asked.


Joe smiled,
"All the young ones moved out. We are still here, but it is dying out because
no one wants to raise the kids here. They go to Jersey, Westchester, anywhere
but the Bronx. Can’t survive without the young… I’m old and I don’t
care. I’m staying."


Joe had
a New York Post in front of him. I saw my opening.


"You
don’t read much about the mafia in the papers anymore."


"Nah,
only when they can dig up some crap from the past. Not much of that left anymore."


"They
still around here?"


"Who?"


"The
mafia."


Joe gave
me a sour look. "What do you think?"


He picked
up his paper and put it in front of his face. I put my cup down and walked quickly
to my car, turning around once before getting in. Just in case.


  • http://profile.yahoo.com/UOBVIFW3SDPB334APYY5XQPWSQ Dom

    Ever heard of Sonny ‘Snowman’ Shakir? The Genovese crime family Capo. Runs his crew from the heart of Arthur Ave from the 80s to now. Was recently on the news.
    How about the H train the Genovese family ran with the Pakistani Mafia, all operated from the Bronx. Wasnt too long ago.
    The Italian mob has always had a strong presence in the Bronx.
    I’m born and raised in the Bronx, know a lot of guys that are ‘Connected’, and yes the mob is still up and running.

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