Showing posts with label Organized Crime. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 19, 2026

This Day in New York History (Bill O’Dwyer Withers Under Questioning at Kefauver Crime Hearings)

Mar. 19, 1951—The Kefauver Committee hearings on organized crime, in the middle of a 14-city media road show, had already reached a crescendo upon arriving at New York's Federal Courthouse within the prior week, particularly with testimony by reputed mobster Frank Costello.

But now, in the first of two successive days, the nation would be transfixed by more testimony unfolding through the emerging medium of television: William O’Dwyer, the current US Ambassador to Mexico and the former mayor of New York City, crumbling under hostile committee questioning, was experiencing the effective end of his public career.

Costello, nicknamed the “Prime Minister of the Underworld,” would be sentenced to 18 months in prison for contempt of Congress when he broke off his testimony. O’Dwyer, more cooperative, saw his reputation shrivel, a judgment formalized in the committee’s final report that took him to task for allowing organized crime to fester under his watch while he was Brooklyn District Attorney and New York’s Mayor.

But the hearings' importance lay beyond destroying O’Dwyer or the intrigue surrounding the appearance of Costello, who worked out an agreement with the five-man committee to allow only his hands to be seen by TV viewers.

Indeed, the Special Committee to Investigate Organized Crime in Interstate Commerce, which held hearings in 14 cities, demonstrated the corrosive effects of organized crime at the city and state levels, marked a cultural watershed, positioned chairman Estes Kefauver for presidential and vice presidential bids, and set the stage for deeper investigations into mob influence.

What follows in this past is based on research for a biography of O’Dwyer’s faithful younger brother Paul that I wrote with Rob Polner, An Irish Passion for Justice.

Accusations had already appeared in the New York press related to what O’Dwyer’s interim replacement as DA, a Republican, called his “laxity” and “maladministration” of his district attorney’s office. The mushroom cloud of these questions led to his hurried 1950 resignation from City Hall and appointment by President Harry Truman as ambassador to Mexico.

Then Truman gave his blessings to Kefauvera colorful Tennessee politician who had made a coonskin cap his trademark in his successful 1948 Senate raceto examine mob infiltration of city and state governments and summon their leaders, many of them fellow Democrats, by request or subpoena.

Understanding the environment surrounding the hearings can bewilder contemporary readers unless they keep in mind these factors:

*Television: An estimated 30 million Americans tuned in to watch the live proceedings in March 1951. By the time the committee, its staff, and attendant cameras rolled into New York, the hearings had become a sensation. Suddenly, “Kefauver block parties” became the rage, and Broadway attendance took a nosedive as viewers found the real-life drama on their small screens at home even more fascinating and entertaining than what they would normally see on the Great White Way.

*Cold War pressures: Just as communists sought to erode the international appeal of democracy following World War II, so the mob world’s money was subverting democracy from within, the new zeitgeist went.  For that reason, Bill would be regarded not simply as someone who may have pulled punches on behalf of shadowy figures believed to have underworld connections, but rather as a supporter of an “alien” conspiracy fomented by Italian American criminals who were destabilizing the American experiment from within.

*A focus on gambling: Though the committee’s understanding of “organized crime” encompassed “protection,” prostitution, murder, blackmail, and gambling, according to the committee’s mission statement, it was the last that consumed the lion’s share of its attention. Gambling was, Kefauver claimed, "the life blood of organized crime," so the committee went to the areas where the activity was most likely to flourish: cities, which were often controlled, as in New York, by Democratic political machines.

Paul O’Dwyer, an attorney normally with a heightened awareness of his clients’ rights and interests, long afterward regretted having strongly urged his brother to testify, even though Bill’s doctor had cautioned about the physical strain created by the hearings:

“I felt his [Bill’s] appearance was imperative because he should not let his detractors say they had frightened him from coming to a town over which he had presided with such distinction for five years. It was immature reasoning, and in retrospect, I believe I would not have given that advice to a client not related to me but otherwise under the same circumstance.”

Bill’s testimony, frequently non-specific, struck many as evasive. Moreover, the normally self-confident pol who had been twice elected Gotham’s mayor had been replaced by am energy-drained witness who, battling the flu and mopping his perspiring brow, reacted with annoyance to his inquisitors rather than his customary charm. He did little to hide, for instance, his scorn of Republican Charles Tobey of New Hampshire as a hypocrite:

Tobey: “Why did [O’Dwyer aide James] Moran go to the apartment [of Frank Costello, in 1942] with you, to carry a bag or what? Was he an errand boy, a companion, an advisor?”

O’Dwyer: “Senator, if the answer is intended to be anything other than sarcastic, I will answer it.”

Tobey: “When you were there, were you conscious that he was a gangster?”

O’Dwyer: “I was conscious that he had a reputation as a very big book-maker.”

Tobey: “It seems to me you should have said about Costello, ‘Unclean, unclean!’ And that you should have left him alone, as if he were a leper. But instead you trotted up to his place—”

O’Dwyer: “I had business with him. They say there is a lot of it in your home state of New Hampshire—30 million dollars a year… I wonder who the bookmakers in Breton Woods support for public office in New Hampshire?”

Tobey: “I hate a four-flusher!”…

When Bill was back at his hotel room after concluding his testimony, family and friends quickly sensed that he had lost his old elan, as described later in an oral history interview by Brooklyn Eagle reporter Clifford Evans:

“Suddenly he looked old. Suddenly this very proud man . . . who had gone from bartender here in N.Y. all the way up to being the No. 1 citizen as Mayor, and then during the war, had become a General and had been given the rank in our State Department of minister—a man who, single handedly, on assignment from Roosevelt, had negotiated with dollars and in secrecy for the saving of thousands of Jews from Hitler’s Germany—a man who had done so much to make us feel good, and suddenly, everything just crashed. The grayness about him and the open window there— it was kind of a difficult moment.”

Now in his early 60s, Bill finished out his term as ambassador a year and a half later. Any possibility of a further diplomatic, or even political, career, let alone influence at any local or national level, was over. Though he was never charged as a result of the multiple investigations into his time as prosecutor and mayor, he also was never able to dispel the miasma of doubt about his conduct until his death in 1964.

City Hall reporters recalled that, only a generation before, a prior New York Democrat, the dapper “Beau James” Walker, had also departed Gracie Mansion in haste as a corruption scandal erupted. More than seven decades would pass before another mayor would see his time in office end prematurely.

The rise and fall of Eric Adams eerily echoed O’Dwyer’s. As ex-cops from Brooklyn, they ascended the political ladder largely based on their crime-fighting reputations. The Irish emigrant and African-American tapped into the fierce pride of marginalized groups that, by the time the politicians reached middle age, had become crucial cogs of the city’s Democratic coalition.

In the end, they could not maintain their political base. Party leaders prevailed upon Truman to appoint O’Dwyer as ambassador. Adams, despite the Trump Administration’s decision to drop federal charges of bribery, fraud, and soliciting illegal foreign campaign donations, was forced to withdraw his independent bid for reelection as mayor in the fall of 2025.

The Kefauver hearings demonstrated the power of televised congressional hearings to lift or lower individual politicians’ reputations. Ironically today, bipartisan investigations of important national issues—a hallmark of Congress at least since the Teapot Dome scandal— are in abeyance. They’ve all but disappeared from contemporary politics since the election of Donald Trump to a second term.

That is a striking if rarely commented-on development, especially considering that Capitol Hill panels have shed light on government waste and misconduct through the eras of Jim Crow, Joe McCarthy, the Vietnam war, Watergate, rampant FBI and CIA abuses, 9/11, and Wall Street recklessness. The nationally televised hearings focused on the January 6 US Capitol attack were the last of any magnitude.

New rounds of televised hearings are painfully overdue—inquiries unrelated to the dangers once posed by organized crime, but to organized money and its similarly pernicious effect on the functioning of democratic government.

As the line between private and public interests has gone from blurred to all-but erased, the survival of a balanced two-party system hinges, at least in part, on the willingness of Congress to examine enormous conflicts of interest and alleged corruption in Washington. 

Friday, October 17, 2025

Movie Quote of the Day (‘Prizzi’s Honor,’ on a Hit Man’s Head-Scratcher)

[Charley is telling former girlfriend Maerose about new love Irene Walker.]

Charley Partanna [played by Jack Nicholson]: “I met her in a church. It just happened. I knew she was the woman for me. She'd organized the scam in Vegas. I go looking for the bad guy and it turns out to be my woman, can you imagine this? Not only that—Pop tells me she's the piece man for the Nettabino contract. Just the same, I love her, Mae... I love her.”

Maerose Prizzi [played by Anjelica Huston]: “Well...”

Charley: “How can I live with this? I gotta do something about it. I gotta straighten it out.”

Maerose: “Then do.”

Charley: “Do what? Do I ice her? Do I marry her? Which one of these?”— Prizzi’s Honor (1985), screenplay by Richard Condon and Janet Roach, adapted from the novel by Richard Condon, directed by John Huston

Saturday, March 23, 2019

Essay: The Soprano Foolproof Method of College Admissions


[Carmela Soprano has decided to raise the chances of her daughter’s admission to Georgetown by going to the law office of the twin sister of her next-door neighbor.]

Carmela Soprano [played by Edie Falco]: “Joan, hi. Is this a bad time?”

Joan Cusamano [played by Saundra Santiago]: “Always. C'mon in.”

Carmela: “Ricotta pie with pineapples. I was in the neighborhood. My mother's foot surgeon is over here.”

Joan: “Oh, thank you. Listen, Carmela, I think I know why you're here. My sister told me you wanted me to write a letter to Georgetown for ‘Fielder,’ is it?” 

Carmela: “Meadow.”

Joan: “Sorry. But I just can't do it.”

Carmela: “Well, I thought you would at least want to take a look at her grades and her SAT scores and some teacher comments before you made up your mind. I think she would be a wonderful addition to the Georgetown campus.”

Joan: “Then I'm sure the admissions offices will see that.”

Carmela: “Well, I'm not sure that's true. The sad fact is that's just not enough these days.”

Joan: “I’m sorry, Carmela, but I can't do it.”

Carmela: “I don't think you understand. I want you to write that letter.”

Joan: “Excuse me?” 

Carmela: “I said I want you to write the letter.”

Joan: “Are you threatening me?” 

Carmela: “Threat, what threatening? I brought you a ricotta pie and high school transcripts so you could write a letter of recommendation for my little daughter to Georgetown.”

Joan: “I'm an officer of the court. A lawyer.”

Carmela: “Don't make me beg here.”

Joan: “I've already written my last letter of support for this academic year.”

Carmela: “How about this: I thought you could write a letter to Georgetown, tell them you discovered that Georgetown was not that person's first choice, and that in fact he was using Georgetown as a backup—I'm not gonna tell you what to write.”— The Sopranos, Season 2, Episode 8, "Full Letter Jacket,” original air date March 5, 2000, teleplay by Robin Green and Mitchell Burgess, directed by Allen Coulter

It was only a few weeks ago that I watched this scene from The Sopranos. I had no idea then how suddenly relevant it was going to become in the last week or so, following the news of a major college admissions bribery scandal ensnaring a number of high-powered people, but perhaps none more high-profile than actresses Lori Loughlin and Felicity Huffman, whose next long-term engagements might have to be called “Not, Not Full House--The Big House” and “Desperate High-School Kid’s Mom.”

I couldn’t help shaking my head at the whole thing. About 30 years ago, an English professor in a New Jersey college regaled me with a story of how an early 20th-century captain of industry had smoothed his son’s muddy path through a major East Coast university by donating a sum generous enough to have an entire library named in his honor.

Cynic that I am, I have always assumed that colleges and universities have made room for a certain amount of what are called “legacies” to ensure that they have enough money to fund scholarships for the less financially fortunate and to run the schools on a 24/7 basis. It turns out that my instinct is correct: Princeton sociologist Thomas Espenshade has determined, through a study of 10 highly selective colleges, that being a legacy can be the functional equivalent of an additional 160 points on the SATs.

Believe it or not, I’m even cynical enough to think that Donald Trump made it into and through Wharton not because he was a "stable genius" but because, according to Gwenda Blair's The Trumps, a "friendly" admissions officer did it as a favorite to Donald's late older brother Freddy, and the school’s admissions committee looked with favor upon his rich developer father, Fred Trump Sr. How terrible to think that, isn't it?

So yes, rich kids getting into big schools with a little help from Daddy Warbucks—what, exactly, is news about that? Except maybe that there's now a nickname for it: "affirmative action for the rich."

Well, William Singer, the consultant at the heart of the current scandal, called the method that this English prof told me about so long ago “the back door” into the school of one’s choice. Evidently, in Singer’s estimation, the “back door” was pretty effective—and perfectly legal!—but not exactly foolproof.

The second method outlined by Singer was “the front door.” That, too, was legal, even ethical, and less costly than “the back door.”  But the whole process—hoping your kid somehow musters good grades, high standardized scores, participation in sports/other extracurricular activities into an irresistible package—was, given the competitive nature of colleges, akin to taking your chances. The unspoken message: Go ahead, be a fool if you want to.

The approach that Singer advocated was “the side door.” The various methods described—having someone else take your kid’s standardized test, sending in fake photos simulating athletic achievement—were certainly unethical and, a few parents guessed, illegal. But nobody had been arrested yet, had they?

Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?

Now, nearly two dozen people are talking seriously to their attorneys about the possibility of doing significant jail time and/or hefty fines, all because nobody had thought of Carmela Soprano’s method of getting Meadow into Georgetown.

In keeping with Singer’s door metaphor, and with an activity that Tony Soprano and his associates may well have resorted to at one time or another, let’s call Carmela’s approach “jimmying the locks.” Unlike with “the front door,” Carmela was leaving nothing to chance. Sure, there are those who might argue it was unethical.

On the other hand, it was cheap. Carmela didn’t have to endow a library, secure a high-flying consultant, or arrange a half-dozen test-preparation activities for Meadow. Heck, all she had to spend was car- or airfare to get to the DC area, or the ingredients for that pie.

Carmela merely had to rely on gossip—including that passed along by her neighbor, Jeannie Cusamano, to her twin sister, the superlawyer Joan—about Tony Soprano’s—er, livelihood. And so, Joan’s question--“Are you threatening me?”—had an immediate answer: Threat? What threat? Whatever you perceive is all between the lines.

Sharp lawyer that she is, Joan soon realized she would not have a leg to stand on in court. That’s assuming Joan even took it to court. Many other lawyers, made of far weaker stuff, wouldn’t have even bridled at the thought of giving in, since Tony’s reputation is that formidable. 

No paper trail, no money. Simple and brilliant.