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Ghost Shadows have kept a low profile. Back in the mid 90s, the authorities
used RICO to rip the gang apart. But that doesn’t mean they’re not
around. It could be they’re just working a different side of the street.
When Manhattan’s Chinatown gets too hot you can go out to Flushing, Queens,
which now has a Chinatown that’s even bigger than the original one. It’s
difficult for cops, much less any outsiders, to figure out Chinatown, and a
gang like the Ghost Shadows could float off the criminal radar screen and still
remain in full operation. That’s because what’s been true for 100
years in Chinatown still holds true today: No one talks. The Chinese make the
Mob’s vaunted oath of omerta look like an empty promise at an office watercooler.
know a Chinese man who ran a pharmacy off Canal St. In the early 1990s, some
Ghost Shadows tried to shake him down. A hundred and eight dollars a month–what
the Chinese call a lucky number–would ensure that a store’s front
glass wouldn’t get broken. The pharmacist had been born and raised in Brooklyn–which
is to say he was street-smart and didn’t have a Chinese immigrant’s
wariness of American authorities–and he didn’t play the gangsters’
extortion game. He went right to the community policing division of the 5th
Precinct and let the NYPD in on the Ghost Shadows racket. They never came back.
He claims his windows never got smashed.
was a brave man, because the Ghost Shadows could be a vicious bunch. In 1988
I saw a pack of Ghost Shadows attack a group of Vietnamese teenagers on Lafayette
St., near NYU. It was a brutal brawl, mixing elements of a Jackie Chan routine
and a run-of-the-mill drunken bar fight. People on the sidewalk watched with
their mouths open. No weapons were pulled; it was just vicious kicks and punches
mixed in with low grunts of pain. These guys were fearless as they tore into
each other. Amid a whooping wail of sirens, six cops from three squad cars descended
into the fight, and the Vietnamese kids ran off with the quickstep ditty-mao.
The Ghost Shadows held themselves together and went toe to toe with six beefy
cops. The gang members got the shit kicked out of them, but I remember being
amazed by the heart those 130-pound men showed.
talked with T.J. English about the history of gangs of Chinatown. He knows this
subject well: he once wrote a book about those gangs, entitled Born to Kill.
English thought that the work was the best thing he had ever done, better than
his bestseller The Westies, about those legendary Irish mugs. Book buyers
disagreed, however, and Born to Kill didn’t sell. No one seemed
to care what went down with the gangs in Chinatown. Which is a shame, because
the neighborhood’s rich with some of New York’s best crime dramas,
some dating back to the last century.
down Bayard St. looking for Ghost Shadows. I felt like I was living out some
Zen koan, looking for the wind. On a terrace above the Win Hop Restaurant, three
Chinese men played some of the worst music I’ve ever heard. It sounded
like a garbage truck loading up. One guy was banging a steel drum with no rhythm;
another was clanging two cymbals; a third was ringing a bell. It was like these
three mooks had been let loose from Creedmoor to wake the dead. It was a painful
noise and I fled west.
into Columbus Park and checked out the older Chinese gathered for their mid-morning
card, domino and checker games. Coins were being tossed around on cardboard;
the Chinese are great gamblers. I tried to look at what kind of card games they
were betting on, but I didn’t have a clue. I looked around and I was the
only round-eye in the park. I wasn’t about to ask any of these inveterate
gamblers about some Ghost Shadows.
of the park an old Chinese man sat on a stool playing a banjo. He had a full
head of black and gray hair and a mouthful of strong teeth that looked like
small tombstones in his smiling face. He calmly sat under a white and red umbrella
that kept the late September sun off his face. I read a sign that claimed he
spoke good English and that he’d tell a good fortune. He told me his name
was John Chu. With a steady hand he directed me to sit down. Chu claimed that
for $10 he would tell me all about my whole life. The Chinese won’t talk
about Ghost Shadows, but they will tell you all about yourself, and that’s
all most New Yorkers are interested in. I took a seat. Chu did a few calculations
with my birth date and then he showed off his chops. He said that I’d been
married for five years and had two daughters under three years old. He was right
about that, and smiled big when I told him so.
I’m right. Now wait: Need some more information, then I can tell you it
all. Your whole fortune will be here."
in my face and ran a finger over my left palm. He made a low grunt and gave
me a wink.
you in a very good period now. Very good. Next 10 years, 1999 to 2009, big money
come to you–you have very good fortune. So good. You make money everywhere
you go. You should play Lotto. Ask for raise, money will come to you. Don’t
be afraid to change jobs. It will all work out for you. This is the time you’ve
been working for. The payoff is now. Only thing to fear this year is a car accident.
Be careful. This is year of the rabbit. Dangerous for you with car. But just
in 1999. Otherwise you have good fortune next 10 years."
what I like most about Chinese arts: they deal with practical matters like money
and health, and avoid the ephemeral nonsense most Western astrologers get caught
up in. Tell me where to find the money and how long I’ll live. Maybe it’s
all hogwash, but at least it sounds useful when you’re listening to it
health will be good. You have all the signs of a long life. You can have one
more child. A boy if you want. You have time for that. Your face is good, healthy.
Long earlobes, long chin and long lifeline. You take care of your health, you
live long time. When you hit age 64 to 69, your health not so good, but you
recover–then you live till 88. Eighty-eight and no more."
and learn the year of your death. When he was finished I thought of asking Chu
if he knew of any Ghost Shadows, but I figured, why push it.
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