This
past week federal prosecutors released hundreds of page of evidence used in the
recently-concluded trial of Catherine Greig, the woman who accompanied
notorious Boston gangster on his flight from prosecution, and stuck with him in
hiding for more than 16 years (talk about "stand by your man"!).
If you're not familiar with Whitey Bulger, you've been living on Mars, or outside the greater Boston area (may be the same thing). I've lived in the far suburbs of Boston for the past nine years, and for another eight in the '70s, so I must have absorbed the story through my skin, one way or another (no, I am not related to John Connolly, the disgraced FBI agent who allowed Bulger free rein to kill, extort, etc., while supposedly using him as a confidential informant).
But
what I found interesting about the news story this week was that the main
photograph (Boston Globe, Metro section, above the fold) was not of either of
the protagonists in this drama, but of Whitey Bulger's bookshelf.
My
point? This was an intelligent man, who
read books and made use of what he learned from them. He followed newspaper reports, from his cozy
apartment in Santa Monica, two blocks from the sea. He collected recordings of such shows as
America's Most Wanted. He kept tabs on
what was happening in Boston, on how he was depicted in the press, and on what
his former associates were saying about him (in and out of jail).
He boned up on search procedures, the better to evade detection, all the
while stockpiling weapons and cash in case the FBI caught up with him. They didn't, for 16 years, even though he was living in plain sight in a rented condo.
And
this man was an amoral murderer who enjoyed the act of killing.
Why
is it that I want to believe than someone who felt no compunction about taking
the life of anyone who stood in his way or posed a threat to him, including
former colleagues in crime, couldn't possibly also be smart and analytical? Clearly he planned his
strategic ascent to power years in advance, and he carried out his plans without
compunction. On another front, he had
two lady friends, and when one balked at going on the lam with him (while
refusing to give him up to his pursuers), he had a back-up ready—Catherine Greig,
who stuck by him faithfully until they were both captured.
Whitey's
trial is scheduled for November, if all goes as planned. No doubt the papers will be full of the
testimony; no doubt there will be further revelations, and we all watch in
horror. How often do we get to witness
evil, in our own back yard?
Wonder
what he's reading in prison now?
3 comments:
I didn't know anything about him until he was arrested, and then I read everything with great interest. What a bizarre and fascinating case (and person).
I hate reality tv, but I do enjoy watching the trials of high-profile criminals--does Boston allow televised trials?
He looks like a gangster out a 1930s black and white film. Too bad he hasn't used his intelligence for a better purpose.
I always hoped he had some information on the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum heist and what happened to the stolen art. His name has been connected to it. I'd love to see those masterpieces back in their empty frames.
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