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Two days later, the unlucky John Joseph Shope, who had been accidentally injured by Wallach, died in the hospital.He was guilty of theft of mail and forgery of documents and had nothing to do with the Mafia. FBI Special Agent James Flynn later believed that this "manslaughter" contributed to the turning point in Wallachi's life. "Walachi has never regretted what he has done, except this time. He absolutely cannot forgive himself for killing an irrelevant person by mistake, which to some extent has shaken his belief and will for many years. Possibly self-respect and self-confidence. Had he killed a Mafia man who tried to attack him that day, as he really intended to do, I'm afraid there would have been no subsequent Wallach memo." In the Federal Investigation Among the officials in charge of the interrogation, James Flynn spent the longest time with Wallach. He won the trust of Wallach and became his "confidant" who said everything.

Wallach is finally out of the Atlanta federal penitentiary.While awaiting John Shope's murder trial, he reconnected with New York through his court-appointed lawyers. On July 17, the Atlanta court sentenced Wallachi to life imprisonment for "intentional homicide".On the same day, the Federal Drug Administration came forward and secretly deported him back to New York, where he was detained in the isolation section of the West Chester Regional Prison under the pseudonym "Joseph DiMarco." Joseph Wallach was determined to oppose "Kosha Nostra."In fact, in his mind, that huge underworld organization has been embodied as a real enemy like "Old Man" Victor Jinnovance.In his speech, you can often hear words such as: "I'm tired of living anyway. But if I spend another day in this world, I will give that old boy Victor another point." Or, "I It’s not betraying anybody, it’s Victor being unkind, he betrayed me first.” Or, “Didn’t you always dislike those bosses? Now you can destroy them.” Obviously, The real purpose of Wallach's "decision to cooperate with the federal government" is to avenge his former masters.

But sometimes he is very negative and pessimistic: "Who am I? A small soldier. Who will listen to me? Who will believe me?" "What's the use of me sitting here and telling you this?" Kesha · Nostra' is too big, its territory extends far beyond the United States, and it's all about a 'second government'." In any event, during Wallach's incessant puffing—he smoked three packs of Camels a day during his arraignment—the Federal Drug Administration got more money from Wallach than they did. Much more intelligence than expected.Once the content of the interrogation and confession goes beyond the scope of drug smuggling, the FBI, which has long been rumored, can't wait to get involved.By the end of September 1962, Wallach had been placed fully under the "custodial" of the FBI.James Flynn and his colleagues came to West Chester prison four times a week to interrogate Wallachi for three to four hours at a time.

Officials who have dealt with Wallachi said that Wallachi has an amazing, camera-like memory. His impressions of many past events can be described as "fresh." Missing details like name, time, place, context, etc.Based on the first-hand—what Wallach himself witnessed—and second-hand—“what the kid told me”—material provided in the Wallach memo, the FBI and NYPD have successively clarified dozens of A cold case that has been suspended for many years. The FBI's interrogation investigation of Wallachi has lasted nearly a year.During this period, the news of Wallach's "rebellion" spread to "Kosha Nostro", and several families jointly marked a price of 100,000 US dollars for Walachi's head.The reason for the investigation is that the FBI covered up the Wallachi case, and the Federal Drug Administration was afraid that their achievements would be obliterated for no reason, so they deliberately revealed that they discovered the blockbuster Wallachi.Soon, the Mafia learned that Wallachi had been transferred to New York, but they thought he was in a hotel in Manhattan, so they sent a large number of people to search that area for several months.

Approved by the U.S. Department of Justice, the FBI decided to use its tactics to allow Joseph Wallach to testify publicly in Congress.According to the request of President Robert Kennedy of the Supreme Court, Congress specially established the "Group Crime and Drug Trafficking Investigative Committee" chaired by Senator John McClelland, also known as the "McClelland Committee". On September 9, 1963, Joseph Michael Wallach was escorted by military police and arrived at the Washington, DC prison by special helicopter.The next day, he appeared in the old Senate office building completely dressed.Wallach sat on the witness stand. In front of him were well-dressed politicians and the TV cameras that were staring at him.Day after day, Wallach smoked his Camel cigarettes one after another, and his stories, wrapped in the thick smoke, flowed from between his lips one after another. flow out.Those seemingly plain, even numb language lifted the mystery of the Mafia layer by layer, revealing their dark and dirty secrets one by one.For the first time in history, the American public heard "Kosha Nostra" from a mafia man who confessed to 33 murders, the family and the boss, the blood oath and the contract, and the They also knew a thing or two about assassination, kidnapping, drug smuggling, bribery of the police, bribery of officials and so on.

Wallach gave a detailed account of the internal structure, hierarchy, operating procedures and modes of action of "Kosha Nostra", and told about the five major families in New York and the Norwalk family in New Jersey just across the river , about drug trafficking, gambling, lottery trading, usury, labor unions, and the black liquor business before the repeal of Prohibition that were the backbone of "Kosha Nostro" and 289 of the 383 gangsters on the police list More specific information is provided. Here are some examples.For example, usury, anyone who cannot obtain a loan through legal channels can find "Kesa Nostra" to borrow money, and the interest rate is generally 12% per week.Many people are thus caught in a vicious cycle where they are forced to keep borrowing money just to pay the interest.When they were on the verge of bankruptcy, their houses, property, business, etc. were justifiably transferred to the hands of "Kosha Nostra".Janmon Marcus, formerly of the New York City Water and Power Commission, became the "upper running dog" of "Kosha Nostra" because of a huge debt with an annual interest rate of 105%.The annual income brought by usury to "Kosha Nostra" is calculated in billions of dollars.

There is also an example of how "Kosha Nostra" manipulated labor unions.Frank Costello, the owner of one of the five largest families in New York, goes to a hotel in Manhattan to take a sauna every day.One day, the manager on duty told him that the guests were very nervous to see him, and asked him not to patronize too often.The next day, all the maids, waiters, cleaners, elevator workers, chefs, etc. of the hotel went on strike.A few hours later, the general manager himself called and not only respectfully invited Frank Costello back to the sauna, but also gave him free treatment.

Joseph Wallach, answering questions from the senators, said: "Well, when a man gets used to what you call bullying, extortion, murder and high-traveling, he doesn't feel like he's committing a crime. Like me, I have some slot machines, I never thought it was illegal because everyone has them. I don't know how to explain this to you. I have a night club, a garment factory, and a few racehorses. Everyone is The lottery... well, what do I have to say to make you understand, Senator?" Another Senator, Edmund Moskey, asked if "Kosha Nostra" and the Mafia were the same group?

Wallach replied: "Mr. Senator, in the 30-plus years I've been in there, no one called it the Mafia." "Mafia, that's what outsiders call it." There should be a little explanation here.According to historical records, at the end of the 19th century, the first Italian underworld organization that emerged in the United States was indeed called the "Mafia".At that time, the New York Police Department worked hard to eliminate the "Mafia" in 1910, but its name has been used by the American people to this day.So if you don’t need to be particularly precise, according to ordinary people’s common sense, “Mafia” and Italian gangsters are synonymous, which of course also includes or mainly refers to “Cosa Nostra”.

There were also some questions at the hearing that left Wallach scratching his head.Senator Carl Curtis of Nebraska wanted to know what the Mafia was doing in his state, a remote Midwestern state.Senator Curtis' question referred to Omaha, the largest city there.Wallach thought for a while, and then whispered a few words to the Ministry of Justice officials around him.The audience in front of the TV thought that the question raised by the senator must be a very critical question that needs to be answered carefully.Unexpectedly, what Wallach said into the microphone was: "Where the hell is this Omaha?"

At the end of June 1964, in view of the importance of Wallach's testimony, the Department of Justice asked him to write his personal experience in the form of a memoir, so as not to omit details that might have been overlooked during the interrogation and testimony.A Washington-area newspaper editor volunteered to help Wallach, who had only seventh-grade education.In the following 13 months, Wallach wore out dozens of ballpoint pens, and wrote more than 300,000 words stroke by stroke on the manuscript paper provided by the Ministry of Justice, a total of 1,180 pages.As he drew his final full stop, Wallach said to his "assistant editor," "I think I'm better at writing than when I started, don't you think?" William Hendry, who is in charge of the Wallachi case at the Department of Justice, commented: "Walachi's role is immeasurable. The intelligence even went down to the names of each... In a word, he allowed us to truly see the face of the enemy." Joseph Michael Wallach was born on September 22, 1904, in East Harlan, Upper Manhattan, a poor and chaotic neighborhood of Italian immigrants.Wallach's parents, Dominique and Maria, are both from Naples. They had 17 children in total, but only 6 survived. Wallach is the second child among them. He also has an older brother and a younger brother. and three younger sisters.Wallachi's father was a hopeless alcoholic. Earlier, he pushed a small cart to sell vegetables and fruits. It was considered a small business. Later, he drank the small cart into a pawn shop and became a garbage worker himself. Here is the story told by Joseph Wallach.Where appropriate, I will try to quote Wallach as much as possible. We are the poorest family in the world, at least the people around us are better off than us. ... There are three rooms in our rented apartment, no hot water, no bathroom, and the toilet is in the shared corridor.The only warm place in the house is the kitchen stove.We have to collect firewood and coal from the garbage dump, and then pile them in the room where our three boys sleep, not to mention how dirty... The teachers and classmates at the school think we are dirty, but no matter how I wash them, we are not dirty. Can't clean myself up. ...When I get to the age when everyone starts having girlfriends, I don't even dare to think about that kind of thing. Ordinarily I should go to school, to be honest, I rarely go. When I was 11 years old, I threw a stone in the eye of a teacher. I didn't mean it, I just wanted to scare her, and I was sent to a Catholic juvenile correctional school.The discipline there is called brothers, some people are okay, and some people are very bad.There is a brother Abel who is the most powerful. He finds faults and punishes people all day long. No matter whether you have done something wrong or not, he has a reason to beat you up. Everyone avoids him like the plague.One day he died, and there was a memorial service where we lined up to say goodbye to his body.There were about 300 people, and I was at the back of the line.When I walked up to the coffin and took a look, I almost threw up.Brother Abel has spit all over his chest.What do you think I should do?I also spat. I was 14 years old when I left the correctional school, and I went to school for a few days.As soon as I turned 15, I joined the garbage company where my father worked, and collected garbage in the area around 107th Avenue near the East River.Every weekend my father took away my wages, and I was in a hurry with him several times.No way, I had to gather a few people to go out to grab the store at night.I gotta have my pocket money, didn't I? ………… One day, my brother Johnny died on the street. The police said he was hit by a car.But someone saw it, and the police took him to the police station for questioning. When he came out, he was already dead.They threw him in the street, bloody and bloody.He was beaten to death.My brother is called Anthony, and the last time I saw him was in the madhouse. Later, Wallachi's grandmother and two younger sisters were sent to the madhouse. Wallach testified before the Congressional "McClelland Committee" that his first crime was actually at the age of 9.He and Johnny stole soap from a nearby grocery store and sold it cheaply to the neighbors.He still remembered the brand of soap, which was called Faerli. By the time Wallachi turned 18, he had quit his job and devoted himself to robbery.His gang was called the Minutes Gang, to describe the speed with which they robbed. The "Minutes Gang" usually works in the second half of the night.At that time, in order to save electricity, the New York City government turned off the traffic lights in the city for two hours from 3 am to 5 am every day.The reason this is important is because when fleeing, they can walk freely without having to worry about red lights.This experience, gained from an early criminal career, served Wallach throughout his life.Later, when he was working on the "contract" in "Kosha Nostro", the first consideration he had was the retreat route after committing the crime. The Minutes' modus operandi is primitive and effective, carrying almost no tools other than picking up a milk bottle from the sidewalk or picking up a trash can and smashing a store window.The Wallachis have done experiments, and it takes 5 minutes at the fastest from the alarm bell of the "Sherlock Holmes System" in the store to the police rushing to the scene.That is, they have to get everything done in less than 5 minutes.Wallachi was a driver for the Minutes Gang, driving a second-hand pickup truck, which was a very respectable job at the time.His task is to sit in the car on the side of the road without turning off the engine, and leave as soon as he steps on the gas pedal when he is done.Later, he had a girlfriend, and sometimes he would follow them when they robbed jewelry stores or clothing stores.Many years later, Wallach still remembered that he had a girlfriend whose waist was size 12, so every time he would pick out a few clothes of this size and bring them to her. In the four years before and after, the "Minutes Gang" committed more than a hundred crimes, and finally made a mistake. One night in the spring of 1923, I remember it was at East Trimont Street and 177th Street in the Bronx. They had scouted for two weeks beforehand, and the silk store didn't even have a "Sherlock Holmes security system".The only thing they worry about on weekdays is that the police just happen to be patrolling nearby, but it just so happened that they encountered such a thing.At that time, one of them picked up the goods inside, and two people picked up and loaded the car outside.Suddenly, the guard at the intersection spread his legs and ran to this side, and Walachi hurriedly honked his horn to tell them to retreat quickly.At this time, three police cars blocked up together.Someone must have tipped it off... Despite being shot in the arm by the police, Wallachi led his accomplices in a rush and finally broke out of the siege.The police quickly found Wallachi through the pickup's license plate number 719864. In the 1920s, there were not many vehicles running on the road, and it was basically impossible for criminals to steal a car, so the license plates were all genuine.In August of the same year, Wallachi was arrested for "attempted robbery". I'm not yet 21, so the judge can send me to Elmira Juvenile House for 18 months, or Sing Sing Prison for 15 months.The lawyer told me that there is a little trick here.The 18 months in juvenile detention is solid and the 15 months in Sing Sing Prison not only includes the days I've been locked up in the Bronx jail while I await trial, but also if I behave well His sentence was commuted and he could be released from prison in 9 months. Of course I would like to go to Xinxin.I could see the judge was very annoyed with my choice, and I remember him saying to me viciously, "You think you've got it? I'll take you wherever you want, and you know why? If you'd come out sooner, Will come back to see me soon.” may be.Whatever it is. Sing Sing Prison, located in upstate New York, is the most famous prison in the United States.Criminals in New York City are sent to Sing Sing Prison called "going upstream". The real name of Xinxin Prison is "Aoxinning", which means "stones on top of stones" in Indian. Wallachi was idle in the prison, and followed a few "friends in distress" to become obsessed with muscle training, which is called "fitness" in today's buzzword.The days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, 9 months later, Wallachi returned to New York. However, regaining freedom does not mean being able to "get back to the old business".During the days when Wallachi left, the "Minutes Gang" had a new driver.The dove occupied the magpie's nest, and Walachi had to start a new stove.He first gathered a few "hair boys" to do it himself, and quickly saved enough money to buy a second-hand truck.In view of the last lesson, Wallachi registered with a pseudonym.Soon after, Wallach was seriously wounded in the head during a robbery of a fur warehouse in the Bronx. I heard a gunshot, and someone shouted, "He's dead! What to do?" I heard later that they threw me on Road 114 by the East River, and fired six more shots into the air, pretending to be a gang fight, and The fur warehouse case was okay.After about an hour, they ran back to see that I was still lying there, not dead yet.Several people hurriedly carried me to the home of a doctor who "runs a black shop".The doctor poured a few gulps of whiskey into my mouth as an anesthetic and took the bullet out.The doctor said: "This kid won't die, he's as strong as a calf." That's all thanks to Xinxin. Wallachi lay on the bed for two months, and the "fur kids" scattered like birds and beasts.When he was able to move around again, Wallach took his car with a gang of seven organized by Irishmen, who also included Jews and Italians. The Irish are very unruly, they are a bunch of living bandits.They rob not only stores and things, but also people. Once, I remember that it was a clothing store I went to, and I arranged all the people inside, leaving only two guards outside.When I came out with a big bag of suits on my shoulders, I saw that the two boys were probably too bored. They actually detained six or seven passers-by, pushed them against the wall with a gun, and were taking out their wallets.I immediately suspended all operations and ordered the entire retreat. I got mad and yelled at those two guys, "Know what you guys are doing? Robbery is not the same thing as burglary, you know? It's no joke, those People will recognize us." Really, I don't like this way of playing. To make matters worse, whenever Irishmen clashed with other Italians, the Italian gangsters sent for Wallach's trouble. "One of them was Kiro Telanava, known as the 'Artichoke King', and he was the biggest gang leader I had ever seen at the time. He had the ability to monopolize all the artichokes in the city. I heard that all the artichokes shipped to New York He has to sell all the artichokes he has. He preserves them and sells them at his own price. Italians, you know, can’t do without artichokes.” Artichokes are a long-lasting western vegetable. Soon, Wallachi fell into the hands of the police again.This time, it had nothing to do with the Irish Gang. Wallachi took the job from a man named "Kuozui". Gautui is a nickname, his name is Dominique Petriely, and it is said that he is a small leader in a certain organization.He asked me if I would like to be a satin shop in Manhattan. "There is no 'Sherlock Holmes system'." Huo Zui said.He has already figured out the situation. He found me because I have a car.I went to have a look, and one car was definitely not enough, so I found Joseph Galliano again. He also has a nickname, Blind Dice, because he always closes his eyes when he rolls the dice.There were two others. It went smoothly at first, until we saw a vague figure in the phone booth on the corner of the street, and sent two men with iron bars.The man ran and yelled, saying he had called the police.Well, hurry up and withdraw.But somehow my goddamn pica wouldn't catch fire.I can't wait.We piled into the blind dice Lincoln and drove off like shit. The police didn't find me. Isn't that car in my name?But they're badass, and they keep Pika parked there.There was a kid who sneaked over to see it a few times, but there was no movement, so he came to ask me for the key.You know, I just took a bullet out of my head and it didn't work that well, so I gave him the key.My sister also went with him.As a result, the police caught him. In April 1925, Wallachi entered Xinxin for the second time. He was sentenced to three years and four months in prison, plus the four months of commutation last time, for a total of three years and eight months.