When you think of a U.S. mafia rubout, what is the image you think of?

http://www.ipsn.org/characters/mafia_pictures/bugsy_siegal.jpg
Siegel

http://www.hollywoodusa.co.uk/images/aadead.jpg
Anastasia

http://gangstersinc.tripod.com/Another_view_of_Galante_dead_on_patio.jpg
Galante

http://gangstersinc.tripod.com/Abruno.jpg
Bruno

http://www.onewal.com/pics/hit-cast.gif
Castellano

small images, but NSFW

 

Re: When you think of a U.S. mafia rubout, this is the image you think of:

I'm not sure putting NSFW after posting the actual pics is a good idea.

Perhaps if they were links?

 

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Jesus man the images aren't THAT small.

Did you confuse this with facesofdeath.net?

 

Re: When you think of a U.S. mafia rubout, this is the image you think of:

Those are hardly well known or enduring images for most people. I challenge the premise of this thread.

 

Re: When you think of a U.S. mafia rubout, this is the image you think of:

My mistake, but puhlease.

They are all black and white and a million miles away.

The baseball threads' text is more unsafe.

 

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I would have thought more journalists here were mafiaphiles/true crimers.

Oh well.

Sometimes, the pasta sticks to the wall, sometimes it don't.

 

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Yeah, I've only heard of one of these people, and I don't really think of any of them when I often think of U.S. mafia rubouts.

 

Re: When you think of a U.S. mafia rubout, this is the image you think of:

You're missing Crazy Joe Gallo, April 1972, at Umberto's Clamhouse on Mulberry Street. He was at his usual table in the back celebrating his 43rd birthday with some friends when gunmen burst in the front door and mowed him down.

Other than that, those are the key Italian mob rubouts of the past 50 years.

 

Re: When you think of a U.S. mafia rubout, this is the image you think of:

Cue Joe Benigno...

 

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Carmine Galante, with his cigar still clenched in his mouth, is my no. 1 by a mile.

 

Re: When you think of a U.S. mafia rubout, this is the image you think of:

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."

Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at.
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.

The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.

The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame."
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men.
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten," said Joey. The judge says, "That's exactly what you get."

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to come and blow you away?

It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,
Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe."

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep."
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?