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American Pravda: The Power of Organized Crime – By Ron Unz

In this superb comprehensive overview, American Pravda: The Power of Organized Crime, by the great Ron Unz, we discover key important backstory revelations of America’s secret history where organized crime and the establishment meet. Unz particularly focuses upon the darkness and decadence behind the vicious subterranean reality of crime and corruption in Los Angeles, the Sodom and Gomorrah on the Pacific West Coast.

Virtually every presidential administration from Franklin Delano Roosevelt to Joe Biden has been tainted with ties to organized crime.

American Pravda: The Power of Organized Crime – By Ron Unz

How a Young Syndicate Lawyer from Chicago Earned a Fortune Looting the Property of
the Japanese-Americans, then Lived Happily Ever After as America’s Most Respected Civil
Libertarian Federal Appellate Court Judge

The Honorable David L. Bazelon, Chief Judge of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia

As I was growing up in the suburban San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles during the
1960s and 1970s, organized crime seemed like a very distant thing, confined to the
densely-populated cities of the East Coast or to America’s past, much like the corrupt
political machines with which it was usually associated.

I never heard any stories of ballot-box stuffing or political precinct captains controlling a swath of
no-show city jobs or traffic tickets being “fixed” by a friend at City Hall. The notion of local grocery
stores paying protection money or taking numbers bets from their clientele on behalf of bookies
would have seemed quite outlandish to me.

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All these personal impressions were strongly reinforced by the electronic media that so heavily
shapes our perceptions of reality. A couple of the popular shows

I sometimes watched in reruns were the police procedural dramas Dragnet and Adam-12, both set in Southern California, and although each episode focused on one or more serious crimes, these were almost never of the “organized” variety. The same was true for Perry Mason episodes, although those longer courtroom dramas would have been naturally suited to the plotting of Syndicate members. The
popular Rockford Files of the late 1970s did sometimes feature mobsters, but these individuals
were almost always temporary visitors to LA from New York or Chicago or Las Vegas, with the
plotlines sometimes humorously treating these gangsters as struggling fish out of water in the very
different world of sunny Southern California. By contrast, a contemporaneous detective show set in
New York like Kojak seemed to feature mafioso characters in every third or fourth episode.

The offerings of the Silver Screen generally followed the same pattern. Gangster films, ranging
from the crudest B-flick to the Academy Award-winning Godfather masterpieces, were almost
never set on the West Coast. And although a film like Roman Polanski’s Chinatown might be
focused on the deadly criminal intrigues of the 1930s Los Angeles financial elitess, the villain was
just a ruthless businessman, employing a couple of murderous hired thugs.

Children soon become aware that the dramatic concoctions of Hollywood are not necessarily
accurate, but when everything we see on screens big and small so closely matches our direct
personal experience, that amalgamation of images and daily life produces a very firm sense of
reality.

Even the occasional exception seemed to support the general rule. In the 1970s, I remember once
watching a local television news crew interview an elderly Jewish man named Mickey Cohen on a
local park bench, breathlessly describing him as having once been the reigning mobster king of Los
Angeles. While I didn’t doubt that in bygone days the crotchety little fellow had once been a
hardened criminal, I remained somewhat skeptical that LA had ever contained enough gangsters to
warrant having a king, let alone that such a figure would have been drawn from our notoriously
law-abiding Jewish community.

Throughout the 1960s and 1970s crime became a steadily rising problem in the once-quiet suburbs
of Los Angeles, but virtually none of those incidents seemed much like a Francis Ford Coppola
epic. The Crips and Bloods of South-Central regularly killed each other and innocent bystanders,
while burglaries and robberies—as well as occasional rapes and murders—sometimes spilled over
the Hollywood Hills into the Valley. Terrifying serial killers like the Hillside Strangler provoked
widespread fear as did the horrible deeds of the Manson Family, while the fiery final shootout of
the Symbionese Liberation Army near Inglewood drew national headlines; but none of this seemed
much like activities of the Gambinos or Columbos of NYC. Indeed, I and my friends would
sometimes joke that since the Mafia was supposedly so effective at keeping street crime away from
its New York neighborhoods, perhaps LA would have been better off if it had had a sizeable Sicilian
population.

When I sometimes gave the matter a little thought, the utter lack of any organized crime in
California seemed fairly easy to explain. East Coast cities had been settled by waves of foreign
immigrants, impoverished newcomers who spoke no English, and their total ignorance of American
ways left them quite vulnerable to criminal exploitation. Such situations were an ideal breeding
ground for corruption, political machines, and crime syndicates, with the centuries-old secret
societies of Sicily and Southern Italy providing the obvious seeds for the last of those. Meanwhile,
most of California had been settled by longstanding American citizens, often relocating from the
placid Midwest, with Iowans who spoke perfect English and whose families had been voting in
elections for six generations being far less vulnerable to political intimidation or criminal
exploitation.

Since organized crime obviously did not exist in California, I was never quite sure how much to
believe about its supposed size and power elsewhere in the country. Al Capone had died in prison
decades before I was born and with the end of Roaring Twenties, violent gangsterism seemed to
have mostly disappeared as well. Every now and then the newspapers might carry the story of an
Eastern Mafia chieftain killed by his rivals, but those occasional events provided little indication
about the power those individuals had wielded while alive. In 1977, teenage members of an obscure
Chinese immigrant street gang in San Francisco used automatic weapons to attack their rivals at a
local restaurant, leaving sixteen dead or wounded, a body-count that seemed comparable to the
total number of traditional Mafia killings nationwide over a period of several years.

During the 1970s I also starting hearing lurid tales that the Mafia had stolen the 1960 election for
President John F. Kennedy and might even have been involved in his subsequent assassination,
but the respectable media seemed to treat those claims with enormous scorn, so I tended to regard
them as National Enquirer type nonsense, not much different than ridiculous UFO stories.
Growing up when I did, the Kennedys had seemed like America’s own royal family, and I was very
skeptical that control of the White House at the absolute height of the American Century had been
swung by Mafia bosses. There were stories that Old Joe Kennedy, the family patriarch, had dabbled
in bootlegging during the 1920s, but that had been during Prohibition, a very different era than the
aftermath of the quiet and prosperous Eisenhower years of the 1950s.

Twentieth century American history had never been of much interest to
me, so I am not entirely sure at what point my understanding of these
issues began to change. I think it may have been just a few years ago,
when I was absolutely shocked to discover that there was overwhelming
evidence that the JFK Assassination had indeed been part of a large
conspiracy, a revelation absolutely contrary to what I had always been
led to believe by the media throughout my life. But when a highly-
regarded national journalist such as David Talbot gathered the copious
evidence in his book Brothers, and his conclusions were endorsed by an
eminent presidential historian such as Alan Brinkley writing in the
pages[1] of the august New York Times, such a shift became
unavoidable. And it seemed clear that elements of organized crime had
been heavily involved in that presidential assassination.

My awakening to the reality of the JFK Assassination took some time to
digest, but a year or so later I began investigating that era more
carefully, and decided to finally read The Dark Side of Camelot, a huge
1997 bestseller by Seymour Hersh, perhaps our most renowned
investigative journalist. Although it focused primarily on the long-
suppressed misdeeds of the Kennedy Administration and only lightly
touched upon the assassination that ended it, nearly all of the material
seemed very consistent with what I had recently read in the other books
centered entirely upon the 1963 events in Dallas. And the longtime
relationship between the Kennedys and organized crime….

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