Tag: Crime

MAFIA BOOK COLLECTION FOR SALE.

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BOOKS FOR SALE FROM MY RESEARCH COLLECTION.

  A few book sections are highlighted but otherwise in good condition.

HB $14.00 SB $6.00 + MEDIA SHIPPING. Minimum order of 5.

  1. THE BATTLE FOR LAS VEGAS SB  – DENNIS GRIFFIN
  2.  BUT HE WAS GOOD TO HIS MOTHER –  SB R. ROCKAWAY
  3.  WHEN THE MOB RAN LAS VEGAS SB โ€“ STEVE FISCHER
  4. MOTOR CITY MAFIA SB – SCOTT  M. BURSTEIN
  5. THE BOYS FROM NEW JERSEY SB โ€“ ROBERT RUDOLPH
  6. CHICAGO HB- DAVID MAMET
  7. DOUBLE CROSS- HB SAM & CHUCK GIANCANA
  8. GANGSTERS AND GOODFELLAS HB AS TOLD BY GUSS RUSSO
  9. SUPER MOB HB –  GUS RUSSO  
  10. THE RISE AND FALL OF THE CLEVELAND MAFIA HB – RICK PORELLO
  11. THE STARKER HB โ€“ JACK ZELIG ROSE KEEFE
  12. MOBBED UP  HB – JAMES NEFF
  13. PRETTY BOY FLOYDHB –  LARRY MCCURTY 
  14. BOUND BY HONOR HB –  BILL BONNANO
  15. THE LUCIANO STORY SB โ€“ SID FEDER
  16. THE PUBLIC ENEMY  SB โ€“ HENRY COHEN SCRIPT
  17. NAZIS IN NEWARK SB- WARREN GROVER
  18. THE VALACHI PAPERS  PETER MAAS
  19. BLOOD RELATION SB – ERIC KONICSBERG 
  20. THE OUTFIT SB โ€“ GUSS RUSSO
  21. TOUGH JEWS โ€“ SB RICH COHEN
  22. THE MAFIA MURDER OF JFK CONTRACT ON AMERICA-HB DAVID SCHEIM
  23. ORGANIZED CRIME HB โ€“ PAUL LINDE
  24. CAPONE HB- JOHN KOLER
  25. LITERARY LAS VEGAS  SB -The best writing about Americaโ€™s Finest City  MIKE TRONNES 
  26. MURDER INC SB BURTON TURKAS โ€“ SID FEDER
  27.           THE LAST MAFIAOSO HB –  OVID DEMARIS
  28. ALL AMERICAN MAFIOS HB- THE JOHNNY ROSELLI STORYย  CHARLES RAPPLEYE & ED BECKER. SIGNED. $35.00

                                      PICTORIAL BOOKS

  • FABULOUS LAS VEGAS HB โ€“ MICHELE FERRARI
  •  STEVEN IVES ORGANIZED CRIME- PLAYBOYS PICTORIAL HISTORY HB  RICHARD HANNER

CRYING OVER CRIME IN THE USA

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The safety pin that allows us to walkabout is gone. Lawlessness has landed, an alien from the dominion of hatred, frustration, anger, revenge, mental illness, and loneliness. Depraved directionless menacing strangers leap upon INNOCENTS and are EDITING THEIR PURSUIT OF LIFE. ย A mounting civil war that no one really calls out, is like lava spreading throughout our cities, suburbs, monuments, schools, hospitals, daycare centers, stores, and restaurants. Everywhere, even on the freeway drivers shoot at drivers.

My gang has stopped watching the news, I have cut down to news flashes, then mute, then maybe the evening news. Not a conversation that I have or overhear is about the crime crisis. Why is that?

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FRIENDSHIPS – KEEP US SAFE

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 I wonโ€™t get out of this unless I have faith in myself. If God does make miracles, Iโ€™ve used mine up. My wonderous, rewarding, illuminating, creative adventurous life was a row of blessings from people that erupted into my life at the exact right time like we had an appointment.  Strangers one day,  pals a week later, years later our rebar, supporting joists of our underpinning in life.

Loners were postured in film, books, and art as mysterious, untouchable, or approachable, they even became romanticized as people of superior cerebral awareness. Iโ€™ve met and gained friendships with several over the last few decades. My first high school boyfriend was a loner, he became popular but his soul craved mind expansion and he needed solitary confinement.

How this relates to the intensification of rancorous physical assaults in as many venues, streets, and shops as you can name is my pestering pursuit today. People are exploding with anger, frustration, and hatred. I understand the anger and frustration, but not the hatred. Are all these perpetrators unloved, or do they live amongst compatible comrades? People are shot because their hamburger wasnโ€™t properly served on time, or they have a different opinion. I was living in Los Angeles in 2018, one day driving down Pico Blvd I noticed a sign, โ€œWalk in Anger Management.โ€ Maybe we need to convert a few drive-thru food diners to Anger Management centers. It sounds amusing, doesnโ€™t it? If I was financially able, Iโ€™d open one in every major city.

 What has happened to our culture is unimaginable for a woman who grew up in the Love and Peace generation, or even into the eighties and nineties. We didnโ€™t shoot one another, maybe a fist fight, or a shouting match but not murder in cold blood.

Could this macabre movement be softened by friends who love you more when you are gentle and kind? It cannot be that simple, or could it? When I used to rage about some occurrence that ripped me personally my partner would come to me and say,

โ€˜LouLou put your guns down,โ€™ that always made me laugh, and then weโ€™d talk out what triggered my fury.    

Humankind is in recession, we need a John Lennon to lead us back to where we belong. ย TO BE CONTINUED

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REBECCA STRAND

WHAT DO YOU FEEL?

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I FEEL A SENSE OF GUILT to seek pleasure, amusement and escape. This weekend fifty-seven innocent people shot in Chicago; Nyiah Courtney, a beautiful six-year old in W.DC, a violent riot in Los Angeles, a woman and son robbed before falling down a flight of concrete stairs at the Subway station in NYC, and in Tucson: “The gunman parked his silver SUV by the park, got out of the car and opened fire on the two paramedics who were inside the ambulance, Magnus said. The 20-year-old male EMT who was sitting in the driverโ€™s seat was struck in the head and the 21-year-old female EMT who was in the passengerโ€™s seat was shot in the arm and chest.” Bullets’ targeting fans outside the Washington DC Stadium will be what everyone remembers.

That’s all I could handle this morning. So, why aren’t I talking about it with friends? ‘ I don’t watch the news anymore’ is what I hear and so my feelings remain unspoken. Maybe because I do not have a family, or the man I could love, and so my emotions stretch to a world of strangers in pain and agony.

It is not depression that leads my day, it is mild shock, anger, and a halo of sadness for the cloud of hate, crime, corruption, and divisive storm looming over.

My heart is especially raw for the youth, embarking on adulthood, the unsolved immigration crisis, and knee-jerk mask attacks on one another.

The words of condolences: ‘We pray for your family, you are in our hearts’, lasts how long? Do they get a phone call from a Lawmaker or Member of Congress? It seems laws have to be passed. Instead, all I see is a game of power. A solid gesture by the government to rename streets after the victims, a monument, or a wall with their names, so we never forget is my suggestion.

If I had known that I was seated next to the Mafia Boss of Los Angeles, then I would have listened with sharpened ears, and repeated bits of explosive headline blood curdling stories to my girlfriends. That would have placed myself, my father and my friends in jeopardy. An informant from the government may tag me on the way home from school, or tag one of my friends, or an enemy of the Boss, may pick me up from school and not bring me back. Everyone is suspect: an informant, or weak enough to become an informant, a loose lipped wise guy, a bragging connected businessman, a friend of a friend, a cousin of a brother, and a daughter of a gangster. We are all potential targets of this organization known as the Mafia, Mob, syndicate, Costa Nostra, or our thing. Growing up in this circle of gamblers, killers, fixers, enforcers, bookies was like growing up in a novel, it was a fictional tale all the way, until the end of my fatherโ€™s life. There is a drop down board that appears every time I write about our family business that reads, โ€œ How dare you open my life to the world, what do you know? You know nothing little sweetheart, and thatโ€™s the way I planned it. โ€œ โ€œThereโ€™s no such thing as the Mafia! If you ever mention that word again, youโ€™re leaving this house!โ€ I melted down to the floor, and he was ominous as God standing over me. I would never mention the word again, I promised, and I would never believe in the Mafia. So, I became a writer of our secret interior life.

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