In 1974, it looked like the Godfather model was fading amid indictments and hits on its leaders and as middle-class white residents poured out of Americas inner cities.
That was when Francis A.J. Ianni published Black Mafia: Ethnic Succession in Organized Crime, expanding on the idea at the end of A Family Business, his anthropological study of a Mafia family two years earlier, that it was a natural progression in the order of crime that the Italians must weaken and give way to the next wave of aspiring ethnics, just as the Jews and Irish did before them.
Legendary New York journalist Pete Hamill blurbed the book, calling it nothing less than a major ethnic succession to power, as Italian-Americans and the remaining pockets of non-Italians give way to the new rulers of the Mob It is no accident, of course, that now that Blacks are beginning to run numbers, we are hearing more calls for legalization
I asked Hamill this year whatever happened to the Black Mafia. He laughed: Well, I guess I didnt see the Colombian and Russian mobs coming.
In fairness to Hamill, no one in 1974 predicted that those two groups would rise to such power, just as few foresaw how the Black Mafia would be destroyed from within because it based its business model on drug importing and dealing. That game can never last long because it always brings the federal authorities in, and once the feds are in, everyone eventually goes down. The old saw that you cant fight City Hall is not really truewhat you cant fight is the FBI and RICO indictments.
In the early 1970s black gangsters were caught in a very weird moment, Hamill told me.
The old-line Italians were going to jail or getting killed like Joey Gallo in 1972 or shot and left for a vegetable like Joe Colombo in 1971. The Italian Mafia was smart with that Colombo hit as they got a black man, Jerome Johnson, to do the job. Of course, Johnson was killed at the scene by Colombos men, but it was a good ruse allegedly ordered by Joey Gallo, who as I said met his maker eight months later for the Colombo hit and other sins against the Mafia powers that be
With all the social change in the country during and after the Vietnam War and all their infighting, the Italians started to lose the neighborhoods they had once run. Old Italian strongholds were being lost in Brooklyn, East Harlem, towns in New Jersey, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, and Chicago. They were being overtaken by black gangsters simply because of the number of blacks moving into those neighborhoods. That was going on all through the country.
But the black gangsters had no real planno family long-term goalas to what they were going to do beyond the moment. The Black Mafia became an ad hoc mob and dealt with everything in the moment. They had no five-year plan like real successful mobsters like Meyer Lansky and Frank Costello had. You cannot run a successful organized crime racket without a plan
In 1976 or so the biggest black gangster of that time, Leroy Nicky Barnes, became such a flamboyant figure that he was known to everyone. The New York Times did a profile on the guy [Mister Untouchable] that he sat down for. You cant have the Times write about you if you are a gangster and expect to get away with anything.
Successful gangsters cannot be known. Look at Paul Castellano. No matter what you think of the guy, no one knew who he was until John Gotti had him killed in 1985. He went years with no one knowing a thing about him. Then Gotti knocked him off and took over the headlines and got himself thrown into prison until he died a broken and bitter man in 2002. Gotti showed off and got the nickname of the Teflon Don. He broke the old Italian code of keeping a low profile, and the feds made him pay for it.
He should have learned from Nicky Barnes that you cant be a successful mobster and advertise it by driving around in flashy cars and wearing designer suits. You have to work literally in the underworld to succeed. You cant become known as a gangster. Once youre known, youre finished. The old-timers understood that. Probably the most successful black gangster from the old days was Bumpy Johnson, but the black gangsters after him didnt have any continuity. Bumpy Johnson left a hole and no tradition was passed down.
Ellsworth Raymond Bumpy Johnson ruled the Harlem underworld from 1932 to 1968, and inspired fame and fear that endured even after his death. When Gordon Parks released Shaft three years later, the villain modeled on him, played by Moses Gunn, was renamed Bumpy Jonas. Johnson still had a lot of tough friends and family and Parks did not want trouble. Laurence Fishburne captured Bumpy Johnsons suave character twice, in 1984s The Cotton Cluband 1997s Hoodlum. Fishburne had the Robin Hood from the hood swagger that the real Bumpy Johnson was known for.
Many claimed it was Johnson who had saved the numbers racket from being taken over by white gangsters, whod derided it during Prohibition as a poor mans policy or ni**er pool.
But as word got out that some of the black underworld leaders were getting very rich running this venture, the white mobsters took a second look and then made their move. The blacks were able to keep them at bay until Black Wednesday hit New York City in 1931, when the number 527 was so heavily played it broke the bank at a number of policy books.
The Harlem number houses then went to Jewish gangster Dutch Schultz for a loan. Schultz, who saw the end coming for Prohibition and bootleg booze, bailed them out in exchange for control of the game.
Most of the houses caved, not least because Schultz hired a black thug named William Bub Hewlett and a squad of goons to break heads and bend knees for The Combination, as the game was known on his watch. One strong and tough woman, Madam Saint Claire, ran a large numbers book that refused to join up with Schultz. She hired a little-known 26-year-old just out of prison named Bumpy Johnson to raise a gang at her expense and fight off Hewletts crew.
Bumpy and Bub Hewlett took turns shooting and robbing each other through Harlem. The street war ended in 1935, when Schultz was gunned down in a Newark steakhouse for other foul deeds deemed unacceptable by New Yorks crime leaders. The new syndicate let the blacks in Harlem keep the numbers racket as long as they paid 1 percent off the top. In 1935 law enforcement officials estimated that the numbers racket was a $100 million racket.
Bumpy Johnson now had the respect of the black gangsters in Harlem and the new syndicate run by the Italians. He became what was termed a persuadera leg-breaker and a hit man to whoever was paying the highest dollar, and his services were in high demand. Bumpy was one of the few blacks the mob boys trusted, and few in Harlem had any truck with him, because if they did they werent around very long.
Johnson was born in 1906 in Charleston, South Carolina, but left the South as a young boy to live in New York with an older sister. The streets of Harlem took him in, and by 15 he was a second-story burglar before quickly graduating to armed robberies. His sister knew nothing of his antics, as he was able to graduate from Boys High and went on to do one semester at City College. His formal education ended when he was busted for a burglary at 19. He did seven years bouncing around the prison system and became known as The Professor because he spent most of his time reading history and philosophy and becoming a master at chess. Over the course of his life, he put in over 26 years in prison, and every time he went away he studied every book he could get his hands on.
When he was released from what turned out to be his final sentence in 1963, Bumpy said he was turning legit, and to prove it he opened the Palmetto Exterminating Business on Second Avenue. He settled down with his wife and claimed he wanted to lead a quiet life. In 1967, federal agents acting on a stool pigeons tip followed Bumpy in his car. He saw them in his rearview mirror and took them on a wild car chase through Manhattan and into Queens. The feds nabbed him on the Van Wyck Expressway. He was arrested and then indicted by a federal grand jury for drug dealing even though no drugs were found in his car. Bumpy made the $50,000 bail and awaited another trial.
He would never get it. On July 7, 1968, Bumpy was eating at Wells Restaurant in Harlem with Frank Lucas (more on him in a bit) when he keeled over and died of a heart attack.
Two months after Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated, the Amsterdam News proclaimed: BUMPYS DEATH MARKS END OF AN ERA.
His funeral was attended by hundreds of mourners, and Rev. John J. Johnson noted that Bumpy was not a coward and he never betrayed a friend. He had good manners and was generous to a fault. He decided early in life not to be a clown, a flunky, or a beggar Maybe there was no other way for him to be a man
As his wife and children left the church to bury Bumpy up in Woodlawn Cemetery, an unnamed black police sergeant told an Amsterdam News reporter: He was a hood, a thug, a man who served time for trafficking in narcotics He was no good in my mind in that this was what he made his money.
The late, great Jimmy Breslin knew Johnson from decades chasing stories on the streets of Harlem. He knew the bad things Bumpy had done but told me he couldnt help but like the man.
I know the man was a gangster, but he had style. He only hurt people that probably earned his wrath.
Breslin told me that in 1965, after his younger sister got a job as a school teacher in Harlem, hed called Bumpy to ask if he could look out for her and make sure she stayed safe.
So my sister comes home one day and tells me how great it is up in Harlem and how nice and polite the kids were. She told me that the kids would bring her apples like they were in some country school from the 1930s. I had to laugh at that one. I knew Bumpy talked to the kids and gave them apples to give to her. She had to be the safest person in Harlem. If Bumpy Johnson gave you protection in Harlem, you could walk around with a wad of hundreds in your mitts and no one would rob you.
Bumpy even checked on her himself, Breslin recalled:
She told me how this nice older man came by and that he was a friend of my brother, Jimmy, and any sister of Jimmy was a friend of his. He introduced himself as Ellsworth. My sister told him she that she got the job because the federal government hired her in an initiative to get more teachers into inner-city schools. Johnson told her that he too had also worked for the federal government for many years. She asked what did he do and he laughed and told her he was a guest at many federal prisons for far too many years.
Breslin laughed. Back then it was a pleasure to cover criminals like Johnson. They werent into drugs and their crime was more self-contained with gambling and loan sharking. Once the drugs took over the crime scene, it wasnt as much fun anymore.
In 2007, the film American Gangster told the allegedly true story of Harlem legend Frank Lucasthe man who says Bumpy Johnson died in his arms at Wells Restaurant. I say allegedly because you have to take anything a drug dealer says with a fair amount of skepticism, and the movie is based on the tales that Lucas has spun through the years. I would bet not all of his stories are true, but the truth never got in the way of a Hollywood movie.
Before the film, I knew all about the legend of Frank Lucaswho had a major drug ring operating up and down the East Coast in the 60s and 70sfrom street sources and an excellent 2000 profile of him by Marc Jacobson in New York magazine.
Lucas drug ringthe Country Boys, all family and childhood friends from his hometown in North Carolinahad quite the twist. First, it wasnt just retailing; it was distributing. And Lucas and his crew had an ingenious way of getting heroin into America: They had American soldiers bottom out the caskets of other American soldiers who were killed in Vietnam, and they filled the bottom of the caskets with major weight heroin. Lucas has claimedno one can prove thisthat he once had $100,000 worth of heroin smuggled onto Henry Kissingers own plane, with old Henry none the wiser.
Lucas was an all-around bad guy who helped fuel the heroin plague in New York that killed thousands of young people and, when he was busted, turned on all his friends to cut down his prison sentence.
In February 2007, the New York Post interviewed Lucas and the godfather of his son, former federal agent Richie Roberts, who in the flick American Gangster is portrayed by Russell Crowe. Roberts helped bring down Lucas and got him to flip on his old associates; the two have been friends ever since.
Frank set up a pipeline that was unprecedented. It brought in millions and millions of dollars worth of dope, said Roberts. They were ODing from Maine to Florida it was coming in at an unbelievable rate; it was truly an epidemic. So the government set up strike forces in Boston, New York, New Jersey, Washington, Philly
Roberts was able to bust Lucas ring and then got him to flip on everyone that was involved. His conviction and cooperation afterwards totally destroyed the heroin connection between Southeast Asia and the U.S. It led to over 150 major players. Im not saying he hasnt killed an awful lot of people, but he saved an awful lot of lives by doing that.
It wasnt from a bout of conscience.
Kind of sonofabitch I saw myself being, kind of money I wanted to make, Id have to be on Wall Street. On Wall Street, from the giddy-up. But I couldnt get a fucking janitor job Wall Street, Lucas told New York magazine in 2000.
Lucas was a hands-on drug dealer. He would dress up like a bum and sit in an old beat-up car by his drug corners to make sure his producta potent brand of heroin with the street name Blue Magicwas getting sold and that no one was stealing from him.
Lucas told New York, By four oclock [in the afternoon] we had enough ni**ers in the street to make a Tarzan movie By nine oclock, I aint got a fucking gram. Everything is gone. Sold and I got myself a million dollars.
Lucas grew up in La Grange, North Carolina, and claims that he became a skilled chicken and pig thief after the Klan murdered his cousin. After a prison bid and then a fight with a thug, he came up to New York in 1946 to escape the South and his enemies there.
He hooked up with Bumpy Johnson, who saw something in the young Frank Lucas and took him in, and taught his protg how to dress and carry himself in the big city.
Lucas: Bumpy was a gentleman among gentlemen, a king among kings, a killer among killers, a whole book and a bible onto himself.
But where Johnson was a dedicated reader and gentleman, Lucas was something else. As he put it: There wasnt gonna be no next Bumpy. Bumpy believed in that share-the-wealth. I was a different sonofabitch. I wanted all the money myself.
Lucas claims he went to Thailand and the Golden Triangle to set up his unique system for importing heroin, and made millions before Jan. 28, 1975, when NYPD and DEA agents arrested him in his New Jersey house.
In 1976, Lucas was convicted of both state and federal drug felonies and received a 70-year sentence. He turned in every dealer he could and was let out of jail in 1981a mere four years into his 70-year sentence. But crime was in Lucas blood and by 1984 he was back in prison. Once again, he wormed his way out of serving his full term.
He claims that he did not turn rat to get out of prison early, noting that he never testified in court against anyone. Its a dubious claim.
Another gangster icon of the 70s was Leroy Nicky Barnes, who hooked up with some Italian gangsters in stir and upon release began an unholy alliance between blacks and Italians that made him one of New Yorks biggest drug distributors. Barnes was well liked by the black community for his flashy dress, his expensive cars, and his ability to beat indictment after indictment.
In 1977, the same year that The New York Times magazine ran a cover story profiling Mr. Untouchable, he was finally touched, and sent upstate with a 20-year sentence. Four years later, a smart detective who had helped bring Barnes down helped get the word to Barnes that his former associates had broken their promise to support his wife and children, and instead were stealing from him. With revenge on his mind, Barnes decided to turn rat and his testimony led to 50 convictions of mobsters on drug charges.
A large contract was put out on Barnes life, but he was buried deep in the prison system and it never came due. In 1997, he walked out of prison and is now an old man living out his golden years with his family in parts unknown in the witness protection program.
I once interviewed the decorated detective who helped take Barnes down and then flip him. The detectives name was Sonny Hight, a dapper, light-skinned black man with a melodious voice.
I worked the Barnes case and did well with it because I knew how to treat gangsters. I gave Nicky Barnes a little respect. That is all it took. Show him that regardless of what he did he is still a human, and Ia policeknew that. I didnt treat him like an animal and I was able to get him to cooperate and put down a lot of bad guys. That was a tough case and I worked very hard at it. That is what most good police work isjust dogged determination to get the job done. It is not for everyone.
Once we had Barnes, the trick was to turn him, and I was able to get his confidence and show him to help us would only help him. It did. He got out of prison early and was able to go on and lead a free life. It might not be as high-flying as he once had been, but he was free.
Then theres the one who got away: Frank Matthews.
For a time in the late 60s and early 70s, Matthews seemed untouchable since, like Barnes, he only employed relatives or boyhood friends from his hometown of Durham, North Carolina. His crew supplied Boston, Philly, Miami, Baltimore, Atlanta, Chicago, St. Louis, and Detroit, while Matthews based himself in New York and Durham, midway between Miami and New Yorkhis two biggest outletsand far from the spotlight.
He also knew that the Black Mafia had to cut out the Italian one to survive. He would bring black gangsters to Las Vegas and Miami and preach to them how they had to work together and keep the Italians out of their business.
Matthews, the DEA said, controlled the cutting, packaging, and sale of heroin in every major East Coast city, while also working on the wholesale side, shipping kilos to other big dealers. It worked for a while, but the feds caught up with Matthews and arrested him at his Brooklyn house.
Matthews made his bail and allegedly grabbed a $20 million stash he had hidden, and was never heard from again. The only thing he left behind when he fled Brooklyn was $350,000the exact amount his bail bondsman would have had to forfeit for his skipping town.
Frank Lucas told Mark Jacobson his thoughts on Frank Matthews: Some say hes dead, but I know hes living in Africa, like a king, with all the fucking money in the world.
And Frank Matthews did it without once having to rat anyone out.
By the end of the 1970s, the feds had taken out most of the big black drug dealers. The lottery had replaced the numbers, and the rise of community policing cut into prostitution, which had been the second biggest racket run by black mobsters as the game left the streets and South American, Russian, and Chinese gangstersmany of them immigrants with hard-earned experience surviving brutal police statesopened operations in small apartment buildings.
Then crack replaced heroin and created a bloodier and still less-organized drug marketplace that made casualties of a generation of users and dealers.
I talked with T.J. English, whos spent his life reporting on crime, recently about the black mob.
To think that African Americans would have a crime structure like the Italian mob is absurd; they are two different cultures. The original black gangsters had the numbers, prostitution, and drugs. By 1980, all they had was drugs. But as far as drug selling goes, they never controlled the wholesale end. They were, and are, at the distribution end. Blacks never controlled the amount of money needed to be the wholesalers of drugs.
I told English that I had once talked with a low-level member of the Genovese family, and he claimed that the problem black gangsters had was that they never tried to buy off judges or politicians, while that was one of the Mafias main expenses.
I dont think that back then judges or politicians would have even taken the money had the black gangsters tried to bribe them, he said. They wouldnt have gotten into bed with them. The criminal justice system in this country is a very European-based system that was racist. They were the ones that took black gangsters out, not the Italians. It was the FBI who didnt want to see a black mob succeed more than the Mafia.