Joey (1)

The clear message of this quite fascinating book is that crime could not exist without the compliance of “honest” citizens and the connivance of the police. “I’m supposed to be an evil man. I’m supposed to be eliminated so people can walk the streets at night. Not only is that bullshit, that’s the worst hypocrisy I’ve ever heard. Without your so-called honest citizen I would cease to exist. He’s my customer and my employer. . . As soon as the American decides he is willing to show more pay the full price for merchandise, willing to follow all the laws, willing to stop gambling and playing around on the side, I’m gone. I can’t survive.” He was heavily involved in gambling, loansharking, and prostitution -- the contract killing was just a sideline. “If there is one thing I’m going to stress in this book; it’s that you cannot legislate morals; don’t try. The people want prostitution, let them have prostitution. . . Let man be the master of his own fate. The minute you tell a man he is not allowed to do something, you’ve just created a brand-new business. Because I’m gonna be there to help him do it — just as often as he can afford.”
There is so much money involved in these criminal activities that the police become willing participants. Not just by taking payments under the table, but also by creating huge new bureaucracies and budgets to help fight crime. Joey’s point is that the state, by legalizing and regulating, could make the streets safer and save everyone a lot of money in taxes, but much of the resistance to legalization comes from the so-called honest citizen who is making a lot of money through the existence of crime. “Without corrupt politicians and the help of the police organized crime could not exist. It’s a simple as that. They are the people who allow us to operate, they are the people who grease the wheels.” Organizational hubris is also of benefit to the criminal. “One reason the FBI isn’t as effective as it might be is that in many cases they have to work with local police and more often than not they end up fighting against each other. There is just no clear jurisdiction most of the time. The federal agents could save themselves a lot of grief if they learned to work with cops, but they never will and that’s why the FBI just isn’t that effective. . . .As far as federal agents go, we fear the Treasury people much more than anyone else because they can nail you on your taxes. . . And I don’t know one of these agents that has ever been gotten to.”
Joey obviously had a sense of humor, too, albeit perverted. He was in the army, sent there by a judge for juvenile crimes, for a while, making sergeant four times, but he kept getting busted for some of the silliest reasons. For example, he was given a form with a list of organizations and was asked on the form if he “belonged to a party that is trying to overthrow the government of the United States?” He replied, “Yes,” and was called to the colonel’s office. “I told them, ‘I’m a Republican and we’re trying to get Truman out of there.’ Looking back, I have to admit it seemed funnier then.” show less

The year is 1968 in this autobiography, as Joey, a Mafia hitman, is given a contract for a mild-mannered, mid-level numbers operator who has been stealing from the revenue he's reporting upstairs. How it was done (in 1968), chapter-and-verse, from a man who by that time had made 28 hits before this one, his most complicated. Joey had a solid position in the mob which evolved from his status as a hitman. Who better to partner with than a guy who had pulled the trigger to defend his turf? The show more story is told in a matter-of-fact fashion, detailing Joey's care in planning. Joey wrote this book with a reporter who carefully checked him out and another (Hit Man) in exchange in exchange for cash to drop at the track or on sports because Joey was himself a gambler like #29. Very revealing, fascinating and chilling account. show less