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The Untold Story of My Life Inside Whitey Bulger's Irish Mob
Regan Books
March 2006
304 pages ISBN: 0061122696 Hardcover
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Non-Fiction Biography
I grew up in the Old Colony housing project in South
Boston, a tough, working class, mostly Irish neighborhood. I
went from being a Golden Gloves boxer to a bouncer in a
popular Southie bar called Triple O's. I got into many
fights, knocked out a lot of people, and got noticed by one
person in particular. People paid him a great deal of
respect, came to him with their problems. Sure, I knew who
he was. I'd heard stories. He was tough. He could be
vicious. He ran the rackets in Southie. His name was James
"Whitey" Bulger, although I always called him Jimmy.
In 1982 I went with Jimmy full time. We became partners,
running legitimate businesses and some not-so-legitimate
businesses. Basically, we were gangsters. We took what we
wanted. We shook down drug dealers, bookmakers, like that.
What were they gonna do -- go to the police? We beat people
up; shot and stabbed them. And we made people disappear --
permanently. We were smart -- experts at avoiding
microphones and cameras. We made millions through extortion
and loan sharking and protection. And if someone ratted us
out, we killed him. We were not nice guys. I was
there when Jimmy went on the lam in 1994 and I was his
contact after he'd left Boston for good. With Jimmy gone, I
ran things. Shortly before my own arrest in 1999, I found
out that Jimmy had been an FBI informant even before I
entered the scene. My life was never the same. When
the feds finally got me, I found myself faced with something
Jimmy would have killed me for -- cooperating with the
authorities. Do I have any regrets? Nah, not really
-- only that I should have spent more time with my wife and
sons. But I've got a second chance now, and I gotta tell
what happened -- what really happened. It's a lot different
from what you read in the newspapers. I was
brutally honest on the witness stand, and this book is
brutally honest, too -- the brutal truth that was never
before told. How could it? Only three people could tell the
true story. With one on the run and one in jail for life, it
falls on me.
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