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enjoyable confinement conditions. They had protection from black prison gangs, a generous supply of candy and cigarettes and less than onerous work assignments. Especially well accommodated over recent years were the likes of John Gotti, Paul Vario, the notorious Johnny Dio, Joe Pinea Connecticut crime bossCarmine Galante and Henry Hill (of
Wiseguy
fame).
These men were assigned to an honor dorm in a separate three-story building, which Hill described as looking more like a Holiday Inn than a prison. There were four inmates to a room with comfortable beds and private baths. The establishment, which prisoners gratefully dubbed "Mafia Manor," boasted an unlimited supply of wine and liquor, kept in bath oil or aftershave jars. The boys, contrary to the rules, cooked in their rooms. Most rooms had a stove and pots and pans and silverware. Hill related, "We had glasses and an ice-water cooler where we kept the fresh meats and cheeses. When there was an inspection, we stored the stuff in the false ceiling."
Some of the guys in Mafia Manor ate in the regular mess hall no more than a half dozen times or so throughout their entire terms. During his confinement Carmine Galante, an underboss and killer under Joe Bananno and a convicted narcotics mastermind, roamed the prison with immunity, fearless even of the toughest black leaders. Whenever he approached a pay phone with a long line of inmates waiting to use it, he would bull his way to the front of the line and shout, "Get off the fucking phone, nigger!" It was something that would not have been tolerated from any other white prisoner.
After Galante's release, he tried to take over most of the crime family operations in New York, and he was murdered. There was, it was said, great joy in Lewisburg.
But the bribery of guards continued as usual. Certainly there were guards who were not on the take, but they would, said Hill, never inform on those that were.
Mafia Social Clubs
Almost all Mafia chapters have one or more "social clubs" where the boys meet. It is generally understood that the premises are likely bugged by law enforcement agencies and signs abound advising the boys, "THE WALLS HAVE EARS." Theoretically nothing incriminating is supposed to be said there, with activities restricted to card playing and sports betting, but inevitably possible scams, some amazingly weird, are discussed. This is quite understandable since the main preoccupation of mafiosi is making money, and the more dishonest the method, the better.
Since the boys do a lot of killing, investigators frequently hear mobsters discussing the latest underworld
The Ravenite Social Club, the Little Italy headquarters of John Gotti,
became in the 1980s and 1990s the most famous mob hangout in America.
At First it sported a store Front Facade, as shown in this surveillance
film, but later Gotti had the front bricked over to prevent government
peeping and to lessen the danger of rival mob bombings.
hit and speculating on who did what to whom. This is a charade since very often those doing the speculating are the ones who did the deed. John Gotti was heard many times wondering who had popped off Paul Castellano, a matter he certainly did not have to speculate on.
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There is of course a general rule that no killings ever take place on the premises, but sometimes the restrictions are pressed to the limits, especially during periods of mob tensions or warfare. Such was the case when it appeared major bloodletting was about to break out between the Gambinos under Gotti and the Genoveses under Chin Gigante.
Gotti's men at their Queen's headquarters, the socalled Bergin Hunt and Fish Club, greatly feared an assault by the Gigante people, and into the midst of it all stepped a tragic figure, one William Ciccone, a somewhat retarded young man from the neighborhood. Ciccone took to standing across the street and gaping at the Bergin. Gotti's men immediately concluded that whoever he was, he was up to no good and could well be the advance man in an attack by foes. The men stormed out of the club armed with baseball bats and beat the squealing Ciccone senseless, caring little who might be watching. Ciccone's shattered body was dumped into the back seat of a car. Later he was shot to death and his body placed in the basement of what was described as a mob-owned Staten Island candy store. It was found there by a uniformed policeman before it could be buried the next day. As Howard Blum noted in
Gangland
, "His murder was never solved. But nobody stared into the Bergin anymore."
After John Gotti took command of the Gambino family's headquarters, the Ravenite, on Manhattan's Mulberry Street, he was determined to discourage snooping by the public or law enforcement. The Ravenite's storefront windows were bricked over leaving only two very small windows and a single door. If the Ravenite, with garbage cans lining the front, lacked the splendor Gotti liked for his personal appearance, the new design cut down on surveillance camera work and perhaps more importantly offered more protection from rival mob bombers.
Still the Ravenite proved to be a sieve for evidence gathered by the FBI, especially in an upper floor flat the mob thought the agents could not penetrate, and perhaps it was also a fount on the cultural attitudes of mafiosi. As Gene Mustain and Jerry Capeci observed in
Murder Machine
, the mob's most prolific killer, Roy DeMeo, once brought his 12-year-old son to the social club and the boy was asked what he would do if a bully picked on him. "I'd shoot him and cut his fucking head off!" the kid responded.
"That's my boy!" the elder DeMeo roared, and the rest of the men very nearly rolled on the floor in laughter.
Magaddino, Stefano (18911974): Buffalo crime family boss
When Stefano (Steve) Magaddino, the longtime godfather of the Buffalo-Niagara Falls crime family, died in July 1974 at the age of 82, one journalist described him as "the grand old man of Cosa Nostra." In many ways Magaddino started much of the aura that clothes Mafia godfathers, at least in the public's perception. An illiterate, Magaddino was by no means a stupid man, instead affecting a rustic simplicity. Even his cousin, Joe Bonanno, who came to hate him and was said to have actively plotted his murder, said "his instinct for selfpreservation was uncanny."
There is some confusion as to when Magaddino came to this countrysome say in 1903 and others not until the 1920s. Magaddino settled in Brooklyn in a large Castellammare community and was regarded as one of the leaders. The main enemies of the Magaddino family in Sicily had been the Buccellatos, also by then well represented in Brooklyn. One day Magaddino and a friend, Gaspar Milazzo, were shot at as they left a store. Two innocent bystanders were killed. A short time thereafter several Buccellato men were shot to death, and Magaddino and Milazzo thought it wise to leave Brooklyn. Stefano headed for Buffalo and Gaspar to Detroit where each were to remain and found crime families.
As the
Niagara Falls Gazette
put it, Magaddino was "associated with a string of beverage distributorships here, beginning in 1927." Through bootlegging revenuesNiagara Falls and Buffalo became major illicit gateways for Prohibition liquor from CanadaMagaddino made his family one of the most profitable crime units in the country, heavy into loan-sharking, shakedowns, gambling and labor rackets.
He also demonstrated his "instinct for selfpreservation" over the years by surviving several attacks on his life. In 1936 his sister was killed in a bomb attack clearly intended for him. The killers had hit the wrong house, Stefano and his sister being nextdoor neighbors. In 1958 a hand grenade was hurled through his kitchen window but failed to explode. In the early 1960s his cousin, Bonanno, put him on a death list in a push to become the main mafioso in the nation, but Magaddino turned the tables on Joe Bananas by having his men kidnap him off New York's Park Avenue. Magaddino held Bonanno prisoner for a time and after a two-year "disappearance" Bonanno finally opted for retirement in Arizona, a refuge dictated by his health in more ways than one.
If Bonanno could marvel at his older cousin's instinct for survival, the FBI was entitled to the same view. As FBI agent Neil J. Welch, once considered the likely head of the FBI during the Carter administration, has noted, "Magaddino had peacefully coexisted with the FBI for more than three decades." This of course was mainly during the period that J. Edgar Hoover was denying the existence of the Mafia. Magaddino on the other hand
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knew the FBI existed. In fact when FBI surveillance of mafiosi in the Buffalo area finally escalated, Welch, for a time special agent in charge there, reported, "Magaddino boldly countered by putting the FBI under surveillance, ordering his men to record agent names and license numbers and carefully monitoring FBI comings and goings at the Buffalo office." Naturally Hoover's enforced dress code and punctuality requirements for agents made it simple for Magaddino's soldiers to spot the FBI agents. Not only did the Mafia know who was watching them, but they also undoubtedly knew which agents were involved with Communist Party surveillance as well. These they could simply ignore.
While Magaddino was modern enough to invade non-Italian areasthe family's influence extended into Ohio and Canadahe never lost the old-fashioned Mafia emphasis of victimizing one's own. Italian immigrants were imposed on not only to buy alcohol from the Magaddino forces but also, during Prohibition and after, to buy a nonalcoholic concoction called Home Juice which was peddled door-to-door. The immigrants soon learned that buying the brew might not improve their health but refusing to could have the contrary effect. Even in death, grieving families could turn to the Magaddino Funeral Home for the ultimate service.
Construction projects frequently were required to stay on the good side of the godfather. He would, for example, assign a lesser mobster to monitor activities on the construction site to make sure the family got its agreed-upon "tax" per cement truck delivery. In one case a mobster accused of turning in an underestimated number was immediately snatched up by a pair of brawny enforcers and brought to the godfather. Magaddino explained he expected his
soldati
to be honorable men and he was now disappointed. Did the soldier have any explanation? Anxiously, the mobster said and proved to Magaddino's satisfaction that he had turned in the right count to a higher rank soldier named Tony. Magaddino pursed his lips and told the soldier to look at the sun. "Today, you see the sun," the godfather declared softly. ''Tomorrow, Tony, he no see the sun.''
It was because of such tight-fisted control of the family that Magaddino maintained his power almost into his 80s. Only then did the family start coming apart, when the mobsters learned that Magaddino was keeping so much of the family's revenues for himself. Magaddino's take came to $530,000 in one year in which he informed the family that profits were insufficient to allow for the usual cash distributions.
This embarrassing revelation led to all kinds of tribulations for the godfather, with his son's wife raging of her mate: "That dirty son of a bitch. Until today I never thought there was a MafiaI asked him to take me to Florida this winter and he he told me we were broke!"
By the time Magaddino died in 1974 the family had become splintered because of old-fashioned Mafia greed. In the power vacuum, the Russ Bufalino family from Pittston, Pennsylvania, expanded into Buffalo's crime area.
See also:
Bonanno, Joseph
.
Magliocco, Joseph (18981963): Joe Profaci successor
Known as an indecisive Mafia leader, Joe Magliocco nevertheless moved among the elite of crime family leaders. The right-hand man of Joe Profaci, the longtime Brooklyn crime boss, he was present at both the 1928 mob meeting in Cleveland and the Apalachin Conference in 1957. Magliocco's sister was married to Profaci who named him his heir apparent; after all, Magliocco made an excellent underboss. Over the years as corpses piled up on Brooklyn streets under Profaci's firm rule of obedience, Magliocco was known as the man who got things done.
Magliocco was one of several Profaci men kidnapped by the Gallo brothers and their associates in the early 1960s in a demand for more financial opportunities in the family's criminal enterprises. After his release on a promise that the kidnappers' demands would be considered, Magliocco was firmly against giving them a thing. He often traveled thereafter in his limousine with a loaded shotgun on his lap.
When Joe Profaci died of cancer in 1962, the power passed to Magliocco who now found himself in a position that was beyond his abilities. Under the circumstances, he fell under the influence of another crime family boss, the tough and cunning Joe Bonanno who had long been close to Profaci. With Vito Genovese behind bars, Bonanno had come to the conclusion that he could dominate the Mafia and become the most powerful crime boss in the country. To achieve this aim he concocted a plan to assassinate two other New York City family heads, Tommy Lucchese and Carlo Gambino, as well as his own cousin, Stefano Magaddino, boss of the Buffalo family. To solidify his position with Magliocco, he brought him into the plot. Magliocco came willingly because both Gambino and Lucchese were trying to undercut his leadership claims in the Profaci family. Magliocco passed the contract on Gambino and Lucchese to a rising young capo named Joe Colombo. It was a mistake.
Colombo knew his Mafia war history. Such assassinations would provoke a major conflict and he would be a prime target. Colombo, known to some observers as "the Mafia's Sammy Glick," figured out that Magliocco would never pull off such a power play

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