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THIS JUST IN
In England Prime Minister Blair has ordered that the commanding officer of the Royal Marines be placed on suicide watch.

The released Marines intend to form a rock group to appear at peace rallies around the world.

Democratic Senate leader Harry Reid (Nev.) issued a statement saying that TV star
Rosie O’Donnell’s charges that (a) 9/11 was a hoax perpetrated by the Bush administration to justify an invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq, and (b) the Iranian hostage caper was concocted by Bush and Blair to justify an invasion of Iran raised serious questions of foreign policy that should be investigated thoroughly. He called for the appointment of a special prosecutor to pursue all available leads in the case.

Another Senator, Schumer of New York, reported that his demand for a high -level committee to carry out a full investigation has been met with the appointment of former Presidents Bush Sr., Carter and Clinton to serve as co-chairmen. Sandy Berger, former national security assistant to Mr. Clinton, will be named director of research.

Speaker of the House Pelosi announced that she will next visit Hanoi when her Syrian trip is over. She denied that she is following in the footsteps of Jane Fonda. “No one could follow Jane Fonda”, she said. She defended her wearing of a headscarf in Syria on the grounds that she is trying to bring them back into style in the U.S., something which would go far to create better understanding between America and the Arab world. Asked about burkas, she declined to comment.

Senator Hillary Clinton (Dem. N.Y.) wore a headscarf last night in Detroit when appearing at a meeting of the local chapter of Hadassah,. Her new headgear got a mixed reception from the crowd. “It’s cool!” some of the younger members were heard to say, while others expressed doubt as to whether it really was a step toward peace in the Mideast.

At another meeting in Detroit Senator Clinton, still wearing her headscarf, which she called a “female do-rag”, was introduced to the mostly black crowd by Democratic Rep. John Conyers of Michigan, who called her a “with-it lady” who “really gets down with the scene”. The crowd welcomed her with six choruses of “She’s So Fine” but desisted when Senator Clinton appeared about to join in. She then spoke at length, gathering huge rounds of applause and shouts of “Tell it, sister!” when she promised that when she was President the streets of Detroit would be paved with gold and the whole city rebuilt on the general lines of Palm Beach and the French Riviera.

Rep. Conyers was questioned by reporters about recent disclosures that he had used staffers in his office as babysitters and gofers running personal errands for him and his family. He blamed this on the heritage of black slavery, saying that his ancestors had been indoctrinated to revere the white plantation owner who sat on his veranda and ordered his slaves about. Mr. Conyers said he believed that when he became a senior congressman and chairman of an important committee he subconsciously channeled that image to the point where he found himself playing the role of the old-time Southern planter with legions of slaves at his command. When asked what he intended to do about it, he answered “Do about it? Do about it? Man, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, that’s what I’m going to do about it”.
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THIS JUST IN

 
THIS JUST IN
In England Prime Minister Blair has ordered that the commanding officer of the Royal Marines be placed on suicide watch.

The released Marines intend to form a rock group to appear at peace rallies around the world.

Democratic Senate leader Harry Reid (Nev.) issued a statement saying that TV star
Rosie O’Donnell’s charges that (a) 9/11 was a hoax perpetrated by the Bush administration to justify an invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq, and (b) the Iranian hostage caper was concocted by Bush and Blair to justify an invasion of Iran raised serious questions of foreign policy that should be investigated thoroughly. He called for the appointment of a special prosecutor to pursue all available leads in the case.

Another Senator, Schumer of New York, reported that his demand for a high -level committee to carry out a full investigation has been met with the appointment of former Presidents Bush Sr., Carter and Clinton to serve as co-chairmen. Sandy Berger, former national security assistant to Mr. Clinton, will be named director of research.

Speaker of the House Pelosi announced that she will next visit Hanoi when her Syrian trip is over. She denied that she is following in the footsteps of Jane Fonda. “No one could follow Jane Fonda”, she said. She defended her wearing of a headscarf in Syria on the grounds that she is trying to bring them back into style in the U.S., something which would go far to create better understanding between America and the Arab world. Asked about burkas, she declined to comment.

Senator Hillary Clinton (Dem. N.Y.) wore a headscarf last night in Detroit when appearing at a meeting of the local chapter of Hadassah,. Her new headgear got a mixed reception from the crowd. “It’s cool!” some of the younger members were heard to say, while others expressed doubt as to whether it really was a step toward peace in the Mideast.

At another meeting in Detroit Senator Clinton, still wearing her headscarf, which she called a “female do-rag”, was introduced to the mostly black crowd by Democratic Rep. John Conyers of Michigan, who called her a “with-it lady” who “really gets down with the scene”. The crowd welcomed her with six choruses of “She’s So Fine” but desisted when Senator Clinton appeared about to join in. She then spoke at length, gathering huge rounds of applause and shouts of “Tell it, sister!” when she promised that when she was President the streets of Detroit would be paved with gold and the whole city rebuilt on the general lines of Palm Beach and the French Riviera.

Rep. Conyers was questioned by reporters about recent disclosures that he had used staffers in his office as babysitters and gofers running personal errands for him and his family. He blamed this on the heritage of black slavery, saying that his ancestors had been indoctrinated to revere the white plantation owner who sat on his veranda and ordered his slaves about. Mr. Conyers said he believed that when he became a senior congressman and chairman of an important committee he subconsciously channeled that image to the point where he found himself playing the role of the old-time Southern planter with legions of slaves at his command. When asked what he intended to do about it, he answered “Do about it? Do about it? Man, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, that’s what I’m going to do about it”.
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THIS JUST IN
In England Prime Minister Blair has ordered that the commanding officer of the Royal Marines be placed on suicide watch.

The released Marines intend to form a rock group to appear at peace rallies around the world.

Democratic Senate leader Harry Reid (Nev.) issued a statement saying that TV star
Rosie O’Donnell’s charges that (a) 9/11 was a hoax perpetrated by the Bush administration to justify an invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq, and (b) the Iranian hostage caper was concocted by Bush and Blair to justify an invasion of Iran raised serious questions of foreign policy that should be investigated thoroughly. He called for the appointment of a special prosecutor to pursue all available leads in the case.

Another Senator, Schumer of New York, reported that his demand for a high -level committee to carry out a full investigation has been met with the appointment of former Presidents Bush Sr., Carter and Clinton to serve as co-chairmen. Sandy Berger, former national security assistant to Mr. Clinton, will be named director of research.

Speaker of the House Pelosi announced that she will next visit Hanoi when her Syrian trip is over. She denied that she is following in the footsteps of Jane Fonda. “No one could follow Jane Fonda”, she said. She defended her wearing of a headscarf in Syria on the grounds that she is trying to bring them back into style in the U.S., something which would go far to create better understanding between America and the Arab world. Asked about burkas, she declined to comment.

Senator Hillary Clinton (Dem. N.Y.) wore a headscarf last night in Detroit when appearing at a meeting of the local chapter of Hadassah,. Her new headgear got a mixed reception from the crowd. “It’s cool!” some of the younger members were heard to say, while others expressed doubt as to whether it really was a step toward peace in the Mideast.

At another meeting in Detroit Senator Clinton, still wearing her headscarf, which she called a “female do-rag”, was introduced to the mostly black crowd by Democratic Rep. John Conyers of Michigan, who called her a “with-it lady” who “really gets down with the scene”. The crowd welcomed her with six choruses of “She’s So Fine” but desisted when Senator Clinton appeared about to join in. She then spoke at length, gathering huge rounds of applause and shouts of “Tell it, sister!” when she promised that when she was President the streets of Detroit would be paved with gold and the whole city rebuilt on the general lines of Palm Beach and the French Riviera.

Rep. Conyers was questioned by reporters about recent disclosures that he had used staffers in his office as babysitters and gofers running personal errands for him and his family. He blamed this on the heritage of black slavery, saying that his ancestors had been indoctrinated to revere the white plantation owner who sat on his veranda and ordered his slaves about. Mr. Conyers said he believed that when he became a senior congressman and chairman of an important committee he subconsciously channeled that image to the point where he found himself playing the role of the old-time Southern planter with legions of slaves at his command. When asked what he intended to do about it, he answered “Do about it? Do about it? Man, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, that’s what I’m going to do about it”.
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THIS JUST IN
In England Prime Minister Blair has ordered that the commanding officer of the Royal Marines be placed on suicide watch.

The released Marines intend to form a rock group to appear at peace rallies around the world.

Democratic Senate leader Harry Reid (Nev.) issued a statement saying that TV star
Rosie O’Donnell’s charges that (a) 9/11 was a hoax perpetrated by the Bush administration to justify an invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq, and (b) the Iranian hostage caper was concocted by Bush and Blair to justify an invasion of Iran raised serious questions of foreign policy that should be investigated thoroughly. He called for the appointment of a special prosecutor to pursue all available leads in the case.

Another Senator, Schumer of New York, reported that his demand for a high -level committee to carry out a full investigation has been met with the appointment of former Presidents Bush Sr., Carter and Clinton to serve as co-chairmen. Sandy Berger, former national security assistant to Mr. Clinton, will be named director of research.

Speaker of the House Pelosi announced that she will next visit Hanoi when her Syrian trip is over. She denied that she is following in the footsteps of Jane Fonda. “No one could follow Jane Fonda”, she said. She defended her wearing of a headscarf in Syria on the grounds that she is trying to bring them back into style in the U.S., something which would go far to create better understanding between America and the Arab world. Asked about burkas, she declined to comment.

Senator Hillary Clinton (Dem. N.Y.) wore a headscarf last night in Detroit when appearing at a meeting of the local chapter of Hadassah,. Her new headgear got a mixed reception from the crowd. “It’s cool!” some of the younger members were heard to say, while others expressed doubt as to whether it really was a step toward peace in the Mideast.

At another meeting in Detroit Senator Clinton, still wearing her headscarf, which she called a “female do-rag”, was introduced to the mostly black crowd by Democratic Rep. John Conyers of Michigan, who called her a “with-it lady” who “really gets down with the scene”. The crowd welcomed her with six choruses of “She’s So Fine” but desisted when Senator Clinton appeared about to join in. She then spoke at length, gathering huge rounds of applause and shouts of “Tell it, sister!” when she promised that when she was President the streets of Detroit would be paved with gold and the whole city rebuilt on the general lines of Palm Beach and the French Riviera.

Rep. Conyers was questioned by reporters about recent disclosures that he had used staffers in his office as babysitters and gofers running personal errands for him and his family. He blamed this on the heritage of black slavery, saying that his ancestors had been indoctrinated to revere the white plantation owner who sat on his veranda and ordered his slaves about. Mr. Conyers said he believed that when he became a senior congressman and chairman of an important committee he subconsciously channeled that image to the point where he found himself playing the role of the old-time Southern planter with legions of slaves at his command. When asked what he intended to do about it, he answered “Do about it? Do about it? Man, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, that’s what I’m going to do about it”.
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THIS JUST IN
In England Prime Minister Blair has ordered that the commanding officer of the Royal Marines be placed on suicide watch.

The released Marines intend to form a rock group to appear at peace rallies around the world.

Democratic Senate leader Harry Reid (Nev.) issued a statement saying that TV star
Rosie O’Donnell’s charges that (a) 9/11 was a hoax perpetrated by the Bush administration to justify an invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq, and (b) the Iranian hostage caper was concocted by Bush and Blair to justify an invasion of Iran raised serious questions of foreign policy that should be investigated thoroughly. He called for the appointment of a special prosecutor to pursue all available leads in the case.

Another Senator, Schumer of New York, reported that his demand for a high -level committee to carry out a full investigation has been met with the appointment of former Presidents Bush Sr., Carter and Clinton to serve as co-chairmen. Sandy Berger, former national security assistant to Mr. Clinton, will be named director of research.

Speaker of the House Pelosi announced that she will next visit Hanoi when her Syrian trip is over. She denied that she is following in the footsteps of Jane Fonda. “No one could follow Jane Fonda”, she said. She defended her wearing of a headscarf in Syria on the grounds that she is trying to bring them back into style in the U.S., something which would go far to create better understanding between America and the Arab world. Asked about burkas, she declined to comment.

Senator Hillary Clinton (Dem. N.Y.) wore a headscarf last night in Detroit when appearing at a meeting of the local chapter of Hadassah,. Her new headgear got a mixed reception from the crowd. “It’s cool!” some of the younger members were heard to say, while others expressed doubt as to whether it really was a step toward peace in the Mideast.

At another meeting in Detroit Senator Clinton, still wearing her headscarf, which she called a “female do-rag”, was introduced to the mostly black crowd by Democratic Rep. John Conyers of Michigan, who called her a “with-it lady” who “really gets down with the scene”. The crowd welcomed her with six choruses of “She’s So Fine” but desisted when Senator Clinton appeared about to join in. She then spoke at length, gathering huge rounds of applause and shouts of “Tell it, sister!” when she promised that when she was President the streets of Detroit would be paved with gold and the whole city rebuilt on the general lines of Palm Beach and the French Riviera.

Rep. Conyers was questioned by reporters about recent disclosures that he had used staffers in his office as babysitters and gofers running personal errands for him and his family. He blamed this on the heritage of black slavery, saying that his ancestors had been indoctrinated to revere the white plantation owner who sat on his veranda and ordered his slaves about. Mr. Conyers said he believed that when he became a senior congressman and chairman of an important committee he subconsciously channeled that image to the point where he found himself playing the role of the old-time Southern planter with legions of slaves at his command. When asked what he intended to do about it, he answered “Do about it? Do about it? Man, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, that’s what I’m going to do about it”.
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THECOMPLIANT ONES

 
THE COMPLIANT ONES
Here we go again. They’re doing it again. Handcuffing people, I mean. My newspaper flaunts a front page picture of seven volunteer firemen and a woman secretary of the fire department arriving at court, the men in handcuffs. All the men were hefty individuals who looked as if they might be of interest to the World Wrestling Federation, but obviously they lacked the temperament to match their appearance. They had apparently submitted like pussycats to the district attorney’s scheme to humiliate them and aggrandize himself by marching them into court in chain-gang fashion. They fell for his bluff, in other words, not realizing how fast he would have backed off if they had challenged him. I thought people only gave in in this way to the IRS. I once had a tax client who… well, I’ll save that story for another day.

To make the cheese more binding, a few days later it was the turn of some cops to march in the perpetrators’ parade. They were a group from Fire Island accused of felonious assault on a prisoner. The department has only thirty members, so the chief is the equivalent of a sergeant in a normal-size department and he led the parade into the courthouse -- in handcuffs. The chief! Five cops! What’s the matter with these guys, what’s the matter with Long Island? Never mind what’s the matter with the district attorney, that’s obviously beyond cure, but cops under arrest don’t let themselves be cuffed. The law may be reducing them to the status of the rabble they once fenced off from normal society, but to chain them up like them is too much for any man. It was in New York at least, where another five cops were arrested for killing a felon in a gunfight (questions were, ah, raised), but in the picture I saw none were wearing handcuffs.

As for the firemen, what were the atrocious crimes for which they had to be manacled like Hannibal Lecter after peacefully surrendering themselves under arrangements made by their attorneys? It doesn’t appear that anyone committed rape or robbery or even drunk driving, but instead “used district funds for excessive travel spending, including extravagant meals for family members, amusement park admission tickets and alcohol." A good part of these expenses were run up in places like Orlando, Florida, and Las Vegas, Nevada, where the firemen, five of whom were commissioners, sought surcease from their labors at Disneyworld and Caesar’s Palace. The amount ranged from $23,000 to $4,500 over a period of at least five years, indicating a fairly low level of abuse.

One good murder or rape-robbery would have been enough to put this story on Page Nine instead of Page One if it had happened on the day of arraignment. The story that would have stayed on Page One was the one I’ve only touched on above, when I mentioned that a fire department woman was arrested with the men. They were small time, she wasn’t. She was big time She was the treasurer of the Montauk Fire District for fourteen years and a thief for seven of them. Her take came to a total of half a million dollars The District slept soundly through it all. They didn’t place any obstacles in her way such as requiring co-signers on the checks she issued. This encouraged her to keep the ball rolling with lots of checks written to herself. She didn’t even have to go to the trouble of setting up dummy corporations with dummy bank accounts as repositories for her skim. It was seven years before anyone woke up to what was happening and called in the auditors. By that time the lady had enjoyed several trips abroad, educated at least one of her children in an expensive private school in Vermont, and tasted lots of other perquisites of wealth. It’s often said that embezzlers can’t take vacations from work, but I suspect this lady, Mrs. Gaines did, because she was working for a very trusting employer. Oh yeah, she was not outfitted with handcuffs by the wardrobe department. Common sense prevailed in her case as it didn’t in the case of the men.

The police department of the 1950’s, which I adorned, recognized common sense also, which told it that though women were capable of throwing tantrums and hissy-fits when in custody, none had yet been known to injure a judge or a court officer or anyone else when uncuffed in court. So they were left that way and if they weren’t then the judge wanted to know why. Reverse male chauvinism, expressing itself in unwanted solicitude for a perfectly equal human being who wanted no treatment other than what men got? Well no, judges didn’t like to see women humiliated like animals in a cage when everyone knew no woman wanted to be seen in public like that. Backward, weren’t they?

Enough for the deeper meanings of such things. The deeper meaning of my objections to innovations in the treatment of the sexes -- and everything else -- is that I learned to act some other way when I was young and now I am so hidebound that I can’t shake off my early training. All of it, that is, not just what I got in the police but what I got before that and since then too. To wit:

There’s one misdemeanor you can arrest for without seeing it happen -- leaving the scene of an accident. When an heiress out here plowed into a group of people one night and then fled to her nearby home, I would have gone in and gotten her and all the lawyers on Long Island wouldn’t have stopped me.

The Mail has to go through. If a mail truck’s in an accident, you’ve gotta call the Post Office to come and get its load -- or something like that. Anyway the Mail must go through.

There is one crime where a citizen must report what he knows to the police. That is
kidnapping.

At the scene of a homicide the investigating detective is in charge and can give orders to anyone else there.

All the rules weren’t learned on the job. There were other sources which came before:

Tell the truth and shame the devil. Children should be seen and not heard. Sarcasm sits ill on the youthful. Laziness, did I ever offend thee? (Things I heard from my mother. Often). Church and school supplied other admonitions, which I’m saving for a later date.
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IT'S NOBLE TO BE GLOBAL

 
IT'S NOBLE TO BE GLOBAL
Global warming’s now a-borning and bringing fear upon us
It’s becoming unpleasant to live in the present and the future holds no promise
For it will supply a poke in the eye for every doubting Thomas.

Devastation will come, the heavens will pour
And leave us all standing on a barren shore
And do you know who’s responsible? Well, they call him Al Gore.

Oh, did I get it wrong? It wasn’t his doing?
Don’t tell me that, he was there at the brewing.
He musta done something and we’re getting a screwing.

Whenever we hear bad news like the icebergs declining
While all the polar bears and penguins are complaining
I do declare that Gore’s been there, but not when the sun was shining.

He moves about in darkness like Dracula at his best
He’s spreading holy terror through North and East and West
He knows the way to pinch your shirt, yet not undo your vest.

He’s preaching us a gospel that will end the human race
If you meet a bonny lassie do not her waist embrace
For zero population growth is noo the way we face. #1

To think that Albert Gore, whom they used to call a bore
And greeted all his speeches with a loud resounding snore
Is tight with the Lord who’ll send him the word when tsunamis approach the shore.

Such a man must be followed for the future is in his grasp
We’ll want his gallant leadership when nearing our last gasp
I’ll be aboard his starship as we flee from gravity’s clasp.

We’ll soar up to a galaxy that’s under Buddha’s protection
Al’s faithful monks will meet him there and ask his wise direction
He’s the only guy that goes to church and walks away with the collection.

In outer space we’ll find a place away from earth’s afflictions
Global warm-ups mayn’t alarm us despite all Al’s predictions
The which, says he, he didn’t see ’cause he was drinking tea and never told such fictions.

His mad career will continue, I fear, though he treats the truth like a rarity
When he explains how his heat bills are paid, I cannot see much clarity,
But one thing I know, when they kickback his dough, it ain’t gonna go to charity!

1. Mr. Gore is of Scottish descent. They're a gloomy lot. Thrifty too. In '97 he gave $353 to charity.
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A ROOTER FOR SCOOTER

 
ROOTER FOR SCOOTER
When Martha Stewart was jammed up and talking her way into jail, I picked up on one of her defenders, a man named Lawrence O’Donnell, who appeared on TV asking just what was wrong with lying to a cop? To him that was only wrong if you happened to be under oath, in which case it was perjury. He was unaware that people who lied to police in an investigation could be found guilty of obstructing governmental administration because the public didn’t pay millions of dollars in taxes for cops only to have them wasted through the actions of liars who sent the police up blind alleys and on wild goose chases instead of giving them useful information.

The rule that applies here is to tell the cops nothing or tell ‘em the truth, but don’t think you’re free to tell them lies. You always have the option of keeping silent -- even if you were an eyewitness to murder -- but if you talk, do it right.

This brings us to the case of Scooter Libby. Why did he talk to the investigators? Why didn’t he tell them they had no crime to investigate, so therefore they had no right to interrogate him? I can’t say I’ve read the Independent Counsel law in its full efflorescence, but it’s impossible to believe it authorizes anyone to investigate anything in the absence of a crime capable of being charged. In spite of all the smoke that was blown about the so-called “exposure” of Valerie Plame as a secret CIA agent, it was determined early on that she wasn’t one, and hadn’t been one for at least five years. So there was no underlying crime on which to base the case. All the investigators could do was to try to find out if anyone had …what? Damaged her reputation and that of her husband, who had disputed the Administration’s claims about Iraq getting uranium in Nigeria? Claimed she was the Mata Hari who had engineered his appointment to the job? Disclosed that he was still loyal to the Clintons who had made him an ambassador during their administration? So what?

None of these things were crimes or, as I’ve said, connected to a crime. They were nobody’s business except that of the people involved on either side.  “Investigating” them was like “investigating” an editorial in the New York Times. What business did the Counsel and his people have in hauling “witnesses “ before grand juries, throwing reporters in jail for contempt, demanding everybody’s records, throwing subpoenas around like confetti and in general raising hell in church? None, I say.

Libby should have refused to talk to the Counsel and challenged him to get a court to order his testimony. That might have been done, but Washington courts aren’t the last word in these matters and the Court of Appeals there often acts to restrain the enthusiasms of the lower courts. As for the Supreme Court, they just about never sanction investigations that exceed their bounds and turn into fishing expeditions. Would Libby have gone to jail for contempt while all this was going on? Jug for the Chief of Staff of the Vice President of the U.S? No way. Would he have had to resign his federal job for failing to cooperate with an investigation as required by law? Not if it wasn’t lawful to begin with, as he would have claimed.

So he didn’t have to talk to anybody but he did, unfortunately though giving them a song and dance routine, at least as determined by the jury.  His motive seems to have been to protect the Vice President, as Time magazine speculated, by not admitting that he mentioned Mrs. Wilson (Valerie Plame) to anyone because if he did he would have been asked if he was acting on Cheney’s orders and then Cheney would have become a witness. To repeat, though, if the whole thing was illegal, why should either he or Cheney answer questions about something that was not a crime?

All I know is that any cop in this country knows that he has to have a predicate for an investigation, he can’t start one just out of curiosity. Cops call it “having something to hang your hat on”, in other words an underlying crime justifying an inquiry. Reporters call it a “peg” or a “news peg”, a set of facts that will enable them to build a story that may go far beyond the facts but never completely out of sight of them.

Smart people like Cheney and Libby do strange things sometimes. A previous example of this was furnished by Trent Lott, then majority leader of the U.S. Senate, in 2002. At a 100th birthday party for Senator Strom Thurmond of South Carolina he reminisced about Strom’s career and even averred that he’d have been a great president if elected when he ran for it in 1948. This was pure hokum because no one, not even Strom Thurmond himself, ever imagined he was going to be elected president in that year. He had run as a demonstration against federal desegregation of the South in particular and disregard of states’ rights in general. He called his party the States’ Rights Party, not the Segregation Party.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t a segregationist, but it still didn’t mean he wasn’t sincere about states’ rights. This fight has been eternal and universal between government centralizers and decentralizers everywhere. Thurmond never mentioned segregation in his campaign and probably didn’t believe it had any future anymore. But he still didn’t want its end imposed from outside.

It was, and Strom Thurmond acceded. He went from Governor to Senator and changed his ideological clothes on the way. He wrote off segregation and even integrated his own office up to a point while doing all he could to cultivate the black vote at home. Clearly he had traveled a long way from 1948. All the same, Lott was being attacked for praising a segregationist, thereby affording an insight to his own character. He did not point out that his remark was nothing but a polite compliment to a centenarian and although it referred to the ’48 election, could not have referred to the Thurmond of ’48 since that would have been an insult meaning that the old Thurmond was superior to the new one, whose conversion was probably nothing but a pretense. In other words, Thurmond was living a lie and should never have been president of anything. That would have brought Strom out of his wheelchair swinging, party or no party. The right answer, that Lott was obviously speaking of the new man, would have routed the critics by its unanswerable logic. But it was never made, instead there were a lot of apologies that got Lott nowhere and he lost the leadership. Scooter, meet Trent. Trent, meet Scooter.
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A GENERALWINS A BATTLE

 
A GENERAL WINS A BATTLE
General Peter Pace of the Marines, who is also chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, has put the cat among the pigeons by averring that on the whole he does think homosexual activity is, well, immoral, and good cause for dishonorable discharge if a member of the armed services is found engaged in it. This set off the usual reaction, with a homosexual spokesman announcing that 65,000 gays now in the military were insulted by the general’s remarks and felt their loyalty was being impugned. Senator Warner of Virginia, seeing this impressive number of offended service people, announced that he didn’t think homosexual activity was immoral. Other people were more offended by the claim that there were that many gays in the service and suggested that the figure was much more likely to be 6,500 or some smaller number. The gay crusaders are in the habit of exaggerating their numbers by squaring the actual figures and then squaring the squares.

A number that was not exaggerated , though, was the number of people responding to a poll question sent out by America Online that day, asking whether people (a) supported the general or; (b) disagreed with him or; © had no opinion. The answer was clear: of 303,976 people responding by 8:30 that night, 64% or 196,465 agreed. 37% or so disagreed and the rest had no opinion. The 64% was a slight decline from the morning count, which was 65% pro-Pace.

Nothing could be more conclusive as to the way the country is going on the gay issue. You could add all the polls in the country together, Gallup, Harris, Zogby, Marist, CBS, and on and on, and not get a total of 300,000 respondents between the lot of them. They operate trying to read the auspices using delicatessen slices off the body of the electorate; AOL hacks off a whole haunch of beef and gets the real picture. Not only that, but they asked a straight question, not rigged in any way. Yes or No or Don’t Know was the choice. If Senator Warner was paying attention, he would have found out that he was out of step with his constituency. Somehow I feel that the notion of gay marriage and gay rights generally will cease to agitate the public as much as it has, when the fact begins to dawn that there is no real constituency for it. The gays will just have to get along with the same rights as the rest of us, that’s all. Since the rest of us aren’t homosexuals, we don’t claim the right to marry people of our own sex, so they’ll have to forget about that one.

The people who want to do things like revising that old poem to say “We loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Hannibal Lee” are going to be a little disappointed, I’m afraid. And at this point I’m ending this week’s essay. Too much harping on unhealthy subjects rouses suspicion in some people that the harper may be a bit unhealthy himself, or else why is he always going on about the same thing? I deny this. I just wanted to give General Pace a little support even if he never will know about it. Now I’ve said my say and will shut up for a change. I’ll be back next week at my usual length, and I’ll find something else to write about. Global warming? Nah. Balance of trade? Fuhgedabout it. Iraq? Please. I have a problem, I guess. I need a subject. Where’ll I get it? Plagiarism? Never. Inspiration! That’s the answer. I’ll be waiting.
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MEMORY LANE: ROAD CLOSED

 
MEMORY LANE: ROAD CLOSED
It is good to read a little in the Files.
- Kipling

Writer’s block has struck again, I’m afraid. I’m going through a time when it’s easier to find things not to write about than it is to find things that I want to write about. I don’t want to write about Iraq, or Britney Spears or Paris Hilton or Anna Nicolle Smith or the 2008 election or global warming or Scooter Libby or illegal aliens or, oh hell, a whole lot of things that are clogging up the newspapers and the airwaves in these declining days of winter. It’s not that I don’t have opinions on some of them at least, it’s just that I feel the world isn’t ready for them yet. So I’m keeping them leashed in their cage until the time comes to let them out to run wild in the streets. What I mean is that some of the ideas I do have might possibly be a little outré for the blogging business and might not be helpful to me in the matter of building up my readership a little. So I’ll save them for another time.

That brings me back to my last resort for a subject to kick around in print on an otherwise pleasant weekend. It’s necessary to have a source for updating unless one wants to become one of the Legion of Lost Bloggers, the 90% of all bloggers who fail to update their sites regularly and disappear from view. In my case, as I’ve pointed out sometimes, my source is my collection of reports from the days when I used to chase around New York responding to police incidents weighty enough to require an immediate investigation and report to Headquarters.

I kept stacks of copies of these reports, first just from instinct, then with the realization that one never knew when one of them would become the subject of an investigation itself. A dispute over the facts could arise, after all, and it would be useful to have your own copy of your original report on hand rather than someone else’s copy. You never knew about such things, did you? Anything might happen and the wise thing was to protect yourself at all times.

But even if nothing ever happened, your name was on the bottom of these reports and that had to mean you were entitled to your own sample of the merchandise. There were no “Classified” or “Top Secret” stamps in use in the Police Department, so you didn’t have to worry about that angle. Take ´em and keep ´em, and who knows, they may come in handy some day. You’ve got a right to some souvenirs, haven’t you?

You bet, and you earned it too. When things hit the fan at 11:00 at night just when your thoughts were beginning to run on home and bedtime, your heart fell when you thought of the hours of work that suddenly lay ahead -- interviews, fact-finding, reconnaissance, pulling it all together and getting a sequence of events into a coherent narrative that headquarters would accept without sending you back a list of unanswered questions like what’s the name of the witness you mentioned in your opening and then alluded to no more? The only sure way to prevent things like this was to shut out all ideas of home and family from your mind and resolve to stay with the job on hand to the bitter end when all the “T’s” had been crossed and all the “I’s” dotted. It was overtime, for which you didn’t get paid, being an executive, but which did entitle you to time-and a-half in compensatory time off. Actually getting it was like pulling teeth, but not getting it was not be considered, and it wasn’t.

Now I come to the point of actually finding some gem in my file and retelling it here for the entertainment of the public. Tonight that didn’t go smoothly. That was unexpected, the first report I pulled out seemed like a sure winner. It detailed the escape of Sean Ryan, the perpetrator of two homicides in Manhattan, after which he escaped from Rikers Island prison by swimming the turbulent Hell Gate strait where Long Island Sound meets the East River and the waters surge in several directions at once.

Here was a spectacular hoodlum, twice a killer, my god, and an escape artist to boot, who had sworn not to be taken alive and now was discovered by detectives in his hideout in Queens. It had all the ingredients for headlines, not to mention these memoirs, but, well, it didn’t work out. The detectives got a tip that he was at his uncle’s house. Their boss formed a task force out of the district attorney’s squad, which he commanded. They staked out the house and almost immediately spotted Ryan going in with some beer. They got ready to storm the house, but Ryan crossed them up by coming right out again and walking away. When he saw he was being followed he picked up his pace, cut through some backyards where he jumped over the fences and disappeared into the twilight. That was it, no siege of the house, no gunfight, no arrest, no headlines, no nothing. No blog entry either. The occupants of the house were arrested for harboring a fugitive, but that didn’t make up for the escape of Killer Ryan.

Here’s another one; off-duty detective driving east toward Long Island at 4:40 in the morning, gets hit in rear by mystery car, leaving him unconscious so that he had no memory of being questioned by the captain who originally investigated the accident. All well and good, but why was he out on the road at 4:40 when he also claims he left his house at 2:00 AM to return the car he was driving to its owner? She didn’t live that far away. So where’d he go in between? Why does that matter if he didn’t spend the time drinking, of which he showed no signs when he got hit? Why did I have to spend so much time on this nothing case? Just because the Police Department has a nanny complex and worries itself sick over what its members might be up to when they’re on their own time living their own lives? Who would want to read this if I put it in the blog?

So it isn’t all peaches and cream when it comes to finding material for my weekly story hour. It requires vast powers of discrimination, an innate sense of good taste, a sharp eye for nuances of narration that will enthrall an audience and leave it helpless in your grasp, only longing for more of your inspired output. Since I haven’t any of these things, what you see is what you get.
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AMERICA'S MOST WANTED
Returning to my favorite subject of late, the twisted back alleys where you go in search of stories about people outside the law, I really don’t have to go far into the alley to find them. I discovered this in 2004, when there was an outburst of crime in the last place you’d expect to find it, the hallowed halls of…oh, well, in the school system of one of our choicest suburbs. I’m referring to Roslyn, of course. No one on Long Island has forgotten it yet, but that doesn’t mean that everyone out here has been deterred from crime by the exposure of the North Shore league of notorious gentlemen.

It almost seems as if people are unable to read the facts of these cases as the newspapers present them. You just can’t do things like misappropriating $11,000,000 in school funds without leaving a paper trail behind. There have to be entries in books, on computers, deposit tickets, withdrawal slips spreadsheets, balance sheets, etc., etc., it never ends. You’re leaving footprints on the sands of time and someday someone’s going to come and look at those footprints. And of course you won’t have buried the money you took, you’ll have invested it in fancy cars, expensive houses, good clothes, jewelry, vacations, girl friends, or boy friends as the case may be, and all these things will be evidence against you when the day of reckoning comes. White collar crime is a mug’s game, as the English say, or one for suckers, as we say. But still it goes on.

I look in the recent newspapers and what do I see:

A. Morgan information tech specialist stole data about the firm’s clients. He made things easier for the investigators by exchanging e-mails about the scheme with a co-conspirator.
B. Right under that item is a short note about a hedge fund manager in Idaho who ran a fraud that cost his investors $88 million.
C. On a lighter note, in a case involving no money, thirteen New York City fire chiefs are accused of advancing their careers by claiming degrees from a St. Regis University, which were obtained by submitting an essay and $550. Location of the university? Somewhere, but nobody knows where in…Liberia. Lib-eer-ia?? Come on.
D. Newsday, the Long Island paper, reveals that in 2005, the last year for which figures are available, local lawyers stole $3.2 million from 79 clients. The Fund for Client Protection paid this back to the victims, which is some consolation, but doesn’t change the fact that this was about 40% of thefts by lawyers statewide, committed by a legal cohort that is only 13% of the state legal establishment. In other words, Long Island clients need to be on their guard.

Getting away from the subject of white collar crime for a moment, let me explore the claim made in The Godfather that a lawyer with a briefcase can steal more than two men with guns. Fortuitously Newsday today has a breakdown story on bank robberies, which increased out here by 40% in 2006. Reading it, I would say that the lawyers win going away. The banks are very bashful about revealing their losses to the robbers, but they certainly can’t amount to the $3 million credited to the lawyers. The FBI reports the average amount gotten in banks in 2005 was $4,169, and even with adjusting for a higher figure in New York, the big-money state, the total loot doesn’t approach seven figures.

As far as the risk of apprehension goes, I calculate it as roughly the same for white collar and strong-arm crime. This doesn’t contradict what I said above about the usefulness of the paper trail in tracking down white-collar criminals. The bank robbers and check passers used to have the advantage of anonymity over these people when it came to the job of finding them. They almost had to be as famous and familiar as John Dillinger or Willy Sutton before they were likely to be recognized attempting to loot a bank.

That has all changed with the introduction of closed circuit cameras into bank branches for the purpose of photographing the customers as they come to the teller windows. Systems like this are what enables Newsday to illustrate its bank robbery story with pictures of the robbers in the act. Pictures make apprehension a foregone conclusion. I know. I used to take them. I controlled an array of 150 cameras in sixteen bank branches, which enabled me to keep a record of each and every check artist and stickup man who tried his luck in my bank. By close supervision and constant checking I made sure the cameras were focused correctly and capable of delivering a useful picture in every case. The rest was just a matter of time. If I distributed enough copies of the pictures among the city’s banks, the thief was bound to be recognized in one of his future attempts and have his career interrupted. It was absorbing work.

Having explained the difference in the ways white-collar criminals are tracked down as opposed to those used to trip up other types, I’ll return to my extract of stories appearing in typical current issues of local newspapers to help explain why, in spite of the odds favoring the law, I still feel the thievery tide is rising and the flood is rushing in.

AA. Morgan Stanley wasn’t the only company victimized by theft of trade secrets. The American company with the most secrets to hide is Coca-Cola, which has been guarding its precious secret formula for a century or more. But a secretary there almost broke the code and took off with her information to Pepsi-Cola, which turned her in -- without looking at her material, of course.
BB. More on fire chiefs. The ones on Long Island are unpaid volunteers, unlike the professionals in New York, but a grand jury seems to think they’ve been cashing in on their jobs anyway. In one town out here, Selden, they’re accused of falsifying expenses for limousines to airports (they fly out to lots and lots of meetings, seminars, workshops, etc.). They also don’t have receipts for expenses to be reimbursed, they spend food money on alcohol, an ineligible expense, they exceed recommended federal per diem guidelines by 400% or so, and they tip in amounts 95% higher than the guidelines allow.
CC. Long Island is home to thousands of business executives, whose fame is in most cases confined to the business press and not known to their neighbors. It’s unfortunate that the way in which most of them seem to become known outside their employment is when they appear before a judge in yet another case of cooking the books to improve the company’s bottom line and keep the stock price elevated. The last clipping I have is about two of these men, a senior vice president of corporate finance and a vice president for global sales of a Fortune 500 company being sentenced to probation because of their cooperation in pleading guilty to fraud and exposing the guilt of others in the investigation of the company. They are known now.
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THE D.A. TAKES A CHANCE
Today I see a letter to the editor in my local Long Island paper that is sent by the District Attorney of Nassau County, Miss Kathleen Rice. Miss Rice, now in her first year in office, has started something new out here, called “case guidance”. It sounds kind of like the Big Brothers and Big Sisters who teach young children to read and write. Only in this case the “guidance” will be given to cops because, according to Miss Rice, they need it when drawing up their court complaints against their arrestees. She says “this assistance …is designed to ensure the legal sufficiency of cases at the arrest level before an expensive trial and before the taxpayers have spent significant resources incarcerating a defendant.”

This concern for economy is very welcome of course, especially since the D.A. hired her sister-in-law for a major job in her office, for which she’s getting $5,000 more per year than the previous incumbent, and $30,000 more per year than she got in her last job. After that you gotta cut costs someplace. Apparently she believes the way to cut costs is to prevent the police from prosecuting hopeless cases and locking up people for no good reason. It’s impossible to see what else she could mean by her talk about expensive, presumably useless, trials and avoidable costs of locking up defendants, presumably innocent ones. Certainly she can’t be trying to say money is wasted when guilty defendants are tried or jailed. Cost-cutting can’t go so far as to eliminate these costs. But she obviously believes it should be done with regard to the, ah, groundless, fraudulent
-- what word shall I use? -- cases brought by the police.

This is what she implies, although she doesn’t actually name any such cases that have come to her attention. Maybe she’s just afraid that one will pop up sometime and she wants to be ready if it does. Preparedness is a good thing, as long as there’s reasonable cause for it. Preparing for non-existent dangers ignores the advice of General Patton, who told his officers to consult their hopes, not their fears, if they wanted to win battles.

Just what is the D. A. up to here, anyway? It may be something completely innocent and I may have misread her language, but on the other hand she may be up that old D.A. trick of spinning the numbers to improve the bottom line, which for a district attorney is the conviction record. The way to achieve this is to avoid losing cases if at all possible, so as to produce a winning record. One of the best ways to accomplish this is to avoid overcharging defendants and instead charge them with lesser degrees of the crime they committed, thereby eliciting a guilty plea or a conviction by a jury.

“Overcharging” is something cops do, if you listen to the district attorneys. The cops aren’t legal scholars, you see, and they don’t know any better than to charge people with crimes as they’re itemized in the Penal Law, not as they’ve been informally amended by the operations of defense counsel, judges and, yes, district attorneys. For example, the Penal Law says “A person, with intent, who causes physical injury to another by use of a deadly weapon or instrument” is guilty of assault as a felony. The naïve cop therefore charges his prisoner with a felony for using a baseball bat. But when he gets to court, he is briskly informed that he has only a misdemeanor since no skin was broken. Some cops don’t take this as well as they’re expected to do. Sometimes a dialogue like this ensues:

Cop: “Waddya mean, breaking the skin? That’s not in the Penal Law.”
D.A: “Well, that’s how we do it here.”
Cop: “I never heard of it. Who dreamed it up?”
D.A: “Oh, all of us. DA’s, judges, defense counsel…”
Cop: “Defense counsel? They running things here?”
D.A: “No, but…”
Cop: “Listen, you go ahead and reduce the charges all you like. But I’m not signing the affidavit, got me?”

In the eyes of cops and often of crime victims, district attorneys are congenital compromisers, who are always ready to make a deal that will get them a quick conviction and another notch on their gun. The victims are likely to react to this after the cops have forgotten about it. This is because the police involvement in the case usually diminishes after the initial arraignment -- where conversations like the one above do sometimes take place -- and things are left in the hands of the district attorney, with only the friends and relatives of the victim to harass him. Since in many cases he’s also being harassed by the friends of the perpetrator he’s likely to bend in the direction of a compromise in almost any case.

There are lots of cases that fall outside these boundaries. They are the ones that originate with the police or the district attorney, such as organized crime investigations, stock swindles, government corruption, accident rings, medical scams and the like. Basically the complainants, if any, are only of secondary importance in these cases and the real complainant is the government. If there is any negotiating to be done it’s between the government and itself.

Another major exception of course is any case involving murder of a cop. Even here cops at one time came to feel that their interests weren’t being protected by the courts. Now they have corrected that situation by making sure to flood every killer’s courtroom with a large delegation of police in uniform glaring at the suspect. Since the Supreme Court has now refused to bar courtroom audiences from wearing buttons with victims’ pictures on them, this tactic might begin to be used as well,

Returning to the letter which begat this commentary, I just can’t help being suspicious of the motivations of the District Attorney who wrote it. She sugar-coats her message with a raft of compliments to the “hard-working” police “risking their lives” for the rest of us, while at the same time she’s suggesting they don’t know what they’re doing and justice isn’t safe in their hands. With her scheme, defendants will get the “improving [of] due process” and it’s also “a win for [those] who believe their charges are unjust“. This last category takes in 100% of all arrestees. But it’s all right, I guess, because she says her new deal will allow her office to “complement these cases at the outset.” Do you know what that means? No more do I. But I fear the worst.
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IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT
“Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.”

I’ve always wanted to use that bit as the intro to one of these essays of mine and now the time has come. Substitute “keyboard” for “organ” and it fits perfectly and sets the mood for the story to follow, which stems as usual from my police days. I was going to say “epic story”, but that implies a long one slowly building to a climax and that’s not what we have here. Instead we’ve got a sudden outburst of violence with no preliminaries at all to speak of, but with two corpses cumbering the ground nevertheless when the action was over. Life is like that sometimes.

Things exploded about eleven-o-clock of a Saturday night in December when a man named Joe Zingale got himself ejected from a discotheque in Queens for …objecting to some coleslaw he was served with a sandwich he ordered. He told the bartender there was plastic in it. (I’m not making this up). He made himself so obnoxious even by disco standards that the bartender, the bouncer, and a patron by the name of Frank Andosca, who may have been more than a patron -- it was that kind of place -- joined forces to throw him out. Not just out, but up, the disco being below ground level, with a flight of steps outside.

Joe picked himself up and, cellphones not being in use then, went to a pay phone and called his mother. Some local boys hanging out on the street and sensing trouble to come, asked him what his problem was. He told them he’d called his mother. She worked in a cemetery and that’s where the bouncer was going.

Next, the kids, shivering from the cold and the excitement, saw a woman and a man pull up in a car. There was a heated conversation, with the two passengers, Joe’s mother and brother, trying to get him to calm down. He wouldn’t. “You’re always against me!” he yelled at them. Then he got into his own car and drove away, followed by his brother. The mother stayed on the scene.

The brother returned within minutes. “He’s got it” the boys heard him tell the mother. This was confirmed in a few minutes when Joe arrived back carrying a rifle. He started into the disco. His mother ran in ahead of him screaming for people to take cover. The patrons scattered, but the bouncer and Andosca moved toward Joe. He aimed and fired once and Andosca fell down dead.

In the middle of the pandemonium two 107th precinct detectives, Mike Sack and Sergeant Al Hassan, arrived on the scene. They had gotten an anonymous call that something was up at the disco. The kids on the scene told them there’d been shooting inside, so they drew their revolvers and started in. On the steps they encountered Zingale. He got off a shot at them and the detective threw himself on top of him. They wrestled for possession of the rifle, but Zingale managed to get off a shot one-handed, penetrating the detective’s left arm. Sack didn’t hesitate any longer, but as he fell down fired once into Zingale’s head and the fight was over. Hassan was still trying to get an open shot.

What the hell started all this? Did anyone know anything? Who were these guys? Who was this nut with the rifle? Where’s his family gone? There was a big gathering, wasn’t there? Somebody said the father showed up too. Now he’s gone, they’re all gone, and the car is gone too. I’ll bet they would have taken the body if they could have. I heard the mother was yellin’ “It’s only an air rifle!” when he was fighting with the cop. Some air rifle.

Such were the questions than filled the air as the cops tried to make sense out of the unholy mess they were confronted with. The key question was about Zingale. Who was he? Where did he come from? Did he have a feud with the disco people? Had this thing been brewing for a while? Was it all spontaneous? Was he working for somebody? What about that bust for driving intox in April? Sign of things to come maybe?

The answers were a little disappointing. Zingale killing Andosca. That sounded like a Mafia hit, didn’t it? With a rifle in front of a crowd of dancers? Never. But Andosca was an operator, wasn’t he? Had a bunch of gambling arrests and one for usury where he was working with the Galente family. Maybe he was shylocking Zingale and the guy couldn’t take it anymore. Or maybe he actually owned the place even though everyone there denies it, and Zingale blamed him for the plastic in the coleslaw? I should stop trying to be funny? Okay.

We can speculate about Andosca, but the fact is that Zingale said he was going back in looking for the bouncer, not Andosca. I’ll bet if we can ever get ahold of Zingale’s family, they’ll tell us he was crazy. So will the Board of Ed. You know what he did for a living? He was a schoolteacher, for crissakes. I have never yet heard of a mob guy who did that. A crazy schoolteacher, that’s all he was, and you’re not gonna get anywhere looking for some other explanation for him or some connection to mysterious brotherhoods operating under cover in the dark corners of the world.

I have to leave things there. A lot of reports were filed on this case, including one by me following up on the original, but I don’t have a full file, so I don’t know if there might have been further developments. I don’t think there were, instead I think the information here is as complete an account as is likely ever to be found in connection with the matter.

I visited the detective in the hospital when he was recovering. He said “I thought I’d get the gun off this guy and he’d give up. Instead he got me in the arm. I realized he was trying to kill me and that’s when I knew I had to kill him. So I put my gun up to his head and I did.”
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A PHILADELPHIA STORY

 
A PHILADELPHIA STORY
The last time I wrote about true crime in this space I went back to 1931 and 1933 for stories of the spectacular gangsters of those days, like Pretty Boy Floyd and Baby Face Nelson. These two, along with many others, were actually both dead for years before I was old enough to be aware of them, but their memory lingered on. One way it was kept alive was by the chewing gum cards, enclosed with the gum, which carried illustrations of their exploits calculated to make them unforgettable to all normal boys who came across them. They did.

Floyd and the others were stick-up artists for the most part, which got them into innumerable gun battles with police and others trying to protect the property they wanted to steal. The more this happened, the more famous they got and the more their reputations grew. No wonder I still remember them so well.

But I didn’t know everything about old-time crime. I found this out the other day when I came across a story about Philadelphia in the 30’s and 40’s and the epidemic of poisonings there which completely escaped the notice of the country until finally exposed after most of its damage had been done. The body count run up by the ring members has been estimated at up to 1,000 people, completely overshadowing the work of the Floyds, Nelsons and Dillingers.

Since reading this story I’ve set out to repair the gap in my knowledge of criminality and am now prepared to synopsize the Philadelphia story. A full account would take a book, however, and in fact it has been given in a couple of books. For now, here is an outline of the facts in the case:

The ring had been going for several years without attracting any attention until in 1938 an ex-convict, George Myer, who needed money, met Herman Petrillo, a pasta salesman, who offered him $2,500 counterfeit cash or $600 actual money if he murdered a laborer named Ferdinando Alfonsi. Petrillo and Alfonsi’s wife wanted to split his life insurance between them.

Myer stalled Petrillo and went to the Secret Service with an offer to give up Petrillo and his counterfeiting operation. That interested them more than his murder scheme, which they doubted. While their agent was working on the case, though, Alfonsi died and Petrillo told the agent that his death was overdue since he’d been given enough arsenic to kill six men. The counterfeiting investigation was then placed on the back burner, with the murder case now taking precedence.

An autopsy confirmed the presence of arsenic and Petrillo and Alfonsi’s wife were arrested for murder. When the story broke in the newspapers, it led to an inflow of letters to the police revealing details of similar cases involving Petrillo or his cousin Paul Petrillo, a tailor. The police and the Philadelphia district attorney realized that to date they had only seen the tip of the iceberg. There was a whole network of poisoners, insurance agents and clients operating to shorten lives in the city of brotherly love.

The next case to surface was triggered by one Johnny Cacopardo, serving thirty years in New York for killingg his fiancée. He was Paul Petrillo’s nephew. He now became a witness before the Philadelphia grand jury and accused his uncle of being the ringleader of the poisoners and of trying to get him to join them. He also implicated two women, Carina Favato, who had poisoned her common-law husband Charles Ingrao and his son, Philip, and Stella Alfonsi, the widow of Ferdinand Alfonsi, whose death had triggered the investigation. The grand jury indicted the women and their principal, Herman Petrillo.

Paul Petrillo was released on a habeas corpus application but his cousin Herman went to trial on March 14, 1939. He was charged with the deaths of Alfonsi, the Ingraos, father and son, and a man named Caruso, whom he drowned. The poisoning deaths were not hard to prove, since the bodies were heavily impregnated with arsenic, which does not decompose. The district attorney in charge, Vincent McDevitt, made sure that the mistakes of previous arsenic cases were not repeated in this one, i.e., experts testified as to how much arsenic made a lethal dose, and evidence was carefully preserved from contamination. On March 12th Herman was convicted of first degree murder and a death sentence was recommended. He broke away from the defense table at this and attempted to strangle the jury foreman.

After this the dam broke. There was a total of twenty-five trials, with twenty-two convictions and three acquittals. Many of the prisoners entered pleas and testified to their knowledge of the operation. Even the two leaders, Herman and Paul Petrillo, both under death sentences, provided information, but it wasn’t enough to get them a commutation. The death sentences were carried out on both of them. Two women got life sentences and served them. So did Herman Bolber, a psychologist who made himself spiritual advisor to many of the women clients who were unhappy with their husbands, supplying them sometimes with arsenic to improve their love lives without telling them it was a poison. If the husband then died, the women were in Bolber’s power, as they were when they got illegal abortions by doctors he recommended. Bolber was also able to coerce women with threats of his psychic powers and access to the supernatural.

Today the Petrillos and their accomplices would be known as serial killers. They were con men, of course, preying mostly on poor Italian immigrants not familiar with America and inclined to distrust the police and government in general, making them easy pickings for smooth-talking sharpies. The Petrillos were a lot more than this, though. They weren’t just jolly grifters of the kind shown in movies. Their business was murder. That was how they made their money, not just by swindling suckers with their naughty but amusing tricks. These people had to kill to make their scores. Insurance companies didn’t pay off on faked deaths -- there had to be real ones. The Petrillos provided the deaths. How many they were responsible for no one can say. There were many insurance deaths in their community and not all could be impeached, i.e., proved deliberate. The estimates of these have run very high, even up to a thousand. No one will ever know.
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SOMEBODY ELSE IS TAKING MY PLACE

 
SOMEBODY ELSE IS TAKING MY PLACE
I’ve used this space to write about myself as a cop and about other cops, but I’ve never written about myself as a victim. But it’s happened and I’m not taking it very well. It seems somebody got a hold of my ID and used it to bilk two banks for payments to organizations that I had supposedly joined and to whom I owed money. The total involved so far is about $1,450, of which I’ve actually only lost $700, since I caught the other overcharges and had them cancelled by the bank before I paid them. What I didn’t do is go back in my records to see if I had had other visits from these swindlers, instead of dismissing the incidents as one-time things or maybe even honest mistakes. When I did go back I found that the gang had been milking my accounts since 2003, each year extracting a membership fee totaling $700 in the end.

I suppose it was an honor to belong to the automobile clubs or whatever they had me enrolled in, but it was one I could do without. I could also do without the negligence of the banks who issued my cards and never picked up on these racketeers. They weren’t a secret; I just went to a website that crusades against them and found hundreds of complaints on record from all over the country denouncing the racketeers for criminal impersonation, false promises of reimbursement, and delaying tactics calculated to wear out the victims and stifle their complaints.

That’s what I gather from the websites. At the same time it seems possible that different tactics might be used, i.e., satisfy me if I complain and thereby prevent trouble that might interfere with the racket and wake up thousands of victims who’ve never caught on to it. There hasn’t been any sign of this in their dealings with my fellow suckers though, so instead of subjecting myself to the wiseguys’ stonewall tactics, I’ll be going to the banks and asking them what they thought they were doing when they accepted forged evidence that I had joined a non-existent automobile club and wanted the bank to pay it money out of my credit card account.

That should be enough to back them into a corner and make them disgorge. I learned one thing working for a bank. When a bank cashes a forged check it is responsible for the money lost by the forger’s victim. The only way out is for the bank to deny the forgery and claim the signature was good. Sometimes this works; sometimes it’s actually true. I don’t know the percentages, but I do know that really good forgers are few and far between, so I give myself a good chance of proving my claim. This assumes there’ll be resistance from the banks. On the bright side, it assumes that recovery of my losses in 2005, 2004 and 2003 isn’t ruled out by the statute of limitations.

My advice to readers is that they should study their credit card statements closely and challenge any charges they don’t understand. Apparently the first reaction of victims finding such charges is to call the outfit that imposed them and demand restitution. This is frequently promised but rarely delivered. The auto club isn’t in the business of paying out money to anybody. You’re better off dealing with the bank that issued the card.

Banks are responsible organizations which do make restitution for losses caused by them. When they have to. They want proof, as I’ve pointed out. In the case of disreputable outfits that have compiled a record of chiseling and cheating, the question is what are the banks thinking of when they continue to do business with them? TLG in a company’s name should be a sure tipoff to them. But they continue honoring the charges made on credit cards for the purpose of paying TLG for its “services”. This is bank negligence and it’s the reason I think I’ll make good my losses even though they go back three years. If I don’t, well I’ll have had a good lesson for which I’ll be truly grateful. Q.E.D.

Besides looking for the initials T L G, it pays to take note of their place of origin. Connecticut is the state most of these scams are coming from. Connecticut has lots of banks and insurance companies which issue credit cards around the country. The employees of these issuers are the most probable source of information to be used by the scam artists. Here we have more bank negligence, if you should encounter resistance when making a claim and want to intimidate the banker who’s holding back your rightful restitution. it might be enough to make him squirm and reconsider his shortsighted approach. I’ll find out for myself, I think, if I get accused of negligence about my payments in past years and I want to give my accuser some of his own medicine. “So I should have checked my statements better, huh? What about you? Your own employees are the ones feeding information to the mob so they can rip off your cardholders. I’m going to the White House with this!”

No one normally thinks of Connecticut as a mobbed-up state, but every once in a while there’s a roundup up there and another million-dollar betting ring in broken up. This is executive-type crime, befitting Connecticut, one of our classier states. It has its wild side, though. We can’t forget that the last governor went to jail. What a mortification. The state of Yale and Darien and Greenwich and all those country clubs had sunk to the level of…New Jersey.

I hope I haven’t seemed to be whining here about my victimization by the Connecticut mob. I freely admit I brought it on myself by neglect of my monthly statements. In my banking years I saw plenty of times how people got hurt by this kind of neglect. One case was that of a retired fireman who found out his account had been subjected to withdrawals of thousands of dollars made without his knowledge. The culprit was quickly identified on our videotape. It was his daughter. What’s the matter with you guys? he said. How did you let her do this? The account was in his name only and he had never given her any kind of permission slip to show the bank. That’s right, we said, we’ve got to admit we were negligent. We owe you $24,0000. We have to tell you, though, that we’ll have to arrest your daughter and charge her with the theft of this money. We have to make a crime report to the FDIC and we have to show them what we did about the crime. If we do nothing, we’re in violation of their Rules and Regulations and we’ll be heavily fined.

Suppose I waive restitution of the $24,000? Oh, then we’ll have no crime to report and also no loss from it. You think that’s better, huh? Yeah, we do too.
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