For Members Only: The Story of The Mob’s Secret Judge

For Members Only: The Story of The Mob’s Secret JudgeSeldom, If Ever, Has A Writer Been Given Access To A Former Major Drug Dealer In The Mafia Underworld And Three Generations Of Legitimate Family Members That Followed After Nearly Two Years Of Interviews And Subsequent Research, It Has Been Discovered That A Close Relative Of The Family Was One Of The Most Powerful Figures In The Mafia From The 1940s Thru The Mid 1980s, Yet His Identity Until Now Has Never Been Revealed To The Public He Was The Successor To Charles Lucky Luciano And Became The Conduit Between Sicily And The United States As Well As The Advisor For All Five New York Families For Four 4 Decades The Book Tells In Detail The Life And Times Of A Family Who Escaped The Threat Of Fascism In Sicily At The Turn Of The Century And The Rise Of One Of The Children To A Major Figure In The Mob Another Sibling Returned From A Tragic Life In An Orphanage Only To Become An Adept Criminal He Ultimately Spent Twenty Years Off And On In Prison With The Who S Who Of The Mafia, Men Who Became Friends And Had Secret Stories To Tell After Prison, He Became One Of The Pioneers Of Off Off Broadway In NYC The Book Details The Influence And Protection Afforded Later Generations Of The Family To This Day It Offers A Unique Insight Into The Real Life Of People During This 100 Year Period Myths About The Mob Are Disclosed And Inaccuracies In The History Of The Mafia Are Corrected It Is A Very Compelling Epic True Story It Is A Book You Will Not Be Able To Put Down Look On Www.mafiasecretjudge.com For Further Details. Off Off Broadway, The Mob and Me title of my review, posted in full here It is than peculiar to find a section of a book on the mob about early Off Off Broadway, the impecunious yet lasting theatrical revolution spawned in the sixties in cafes, churches, lofts, storefronts and basements, yet there it is Chapter 51 Off Off Broadway.I last saw Tony ntonio Bastiano in the early seventies, when he was operating out of a former storefront iglesia on 3rd Avenue just south of 14th Street He had a sign with him that said MAFIA More Art For Italian Americans Tony was short, gruff, likable, if often irritating, with a trim mustache that stopped short of being a handlebar, too neat not to have been waxed His compact body said he worked with weights He regularly smoked strong cigars, commonly referred to as stogies.I knew Tony as an Off Off Broadway producer who presented my first theatrical venture, a pair of one act plays, The Foreigners and We Hate To See You Go, at The Playwrights Workshop Club, Inc on West 23rd Street He would subsequently have different theaters in different locat
For Members Only, written by G.T Harrell is about 60 75 pages too long The story is supposed to be about a shadowy Little Italy mob boss named Paulie Lefty, but the first part of the book is not about Paulie Lefty at all, but instead about his younger siblings living in an upstate home for children A few paragraphs on this subject would have been enough, not dozens of pages It s not until a quarter of the way through the book, that we meet the book s subject, and only then does the book start to take shape We are led though the series of developments where Paulie Lefty starts as a simple street thug, but slowly rises to the point, where the author claims, Paulie Lefty is the top judge on all organized crime matters in New York City.Many of the claims in this book, taken from the remembrances of Paulie Lefty s family, especially his younger brother, test the boundaries of believability The main premise is that Paulie Lefty was a big time boss in the Mafia, overshadowing people like Carlo Gambino, Frank Costello, Lucky Luciano and Vito Genovese The author claims Paulie Lefty called the shots, but kept his name under the radar of law enforcement and the press on purpose, not to attract too much heat He was the man who pulled the strings, the others were just bit part actors in his grand scheme of things This flies in the face of everything that has ever been written about the Italian Mafia, with not one shred of evidence, except the memori