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Chapter 5

The years flew by swiftly. Pattie was five years old, and Craine kept in weekly contact with his family. The youngster kept in touch with his family in the old country and his Jewish family. He was kept busy with Hebrew lessons, Yiddish lessons, and Erse poetry by virtue of the efforts of his Da and Grand Da who wrote him in the Gaelic and Celtic tongues. He showed an adeptness for languages, the history of his peoples (Jewish, Irish, and the ways of the Auld Orange). He was intrigued with knowing how things were put together and how processes worked. Craine worked as a trucker and came in contact with all different types of people. With no pubs in America and with passage of the Volstead Act, Craine began to look at the art of rum running across the Canadian border. However, he found that both Italian and Irish gangs were fighting for control of this market, and the fights got pretty nasty. Boston was not the least expensive community to raise a boy, and Craine needed more income than what a truck driver could earn.

On one of his treks by truck, he met Georgie “Bugs” Moran, while at a Canadian bar, they talked about the war between the Italians and the Irish, wars over control of alcohol, prostitution, gambling. They were making money hand over fist, despite the killings, wars, cops on the take and politicians in their pockets. He began to get familiar with names, such as Al Capone, Johnnie Torrio, Big Jim Colosemo, and, last, but not least, Dinty O’Banion. Craine liked what he heard about him. He was a Lobsterback, but he could be friends with a Jew (Hymie Weiss). He took care of the Irish in Chicago and could give the impression of working with Italians and make sure that the profits went into Irish pockets. He stole Italian south side businesses and incomes from people with whom he worked and made sure that the Irish North side saw the profits. He had a beautiful tenor voice and ran the best flower shop in Chicago, as a front. The concept of front was new to Craine. He was used to the idea that a man knew where he stood. It was news that he only had to inspire fear when he intended to act fearfully. The aspect of being polite and appearing gentle while slipping it to someone else was an American nuance that seemed to go a long way. Obviously more could be accomplished with a little honey instead of a lot of vinegar.

Craine already knew that Dinty was involved with the trade unions in the form of combating the employers’ use of scabs and sluggers to break up attempts to start unions. Ironically he had planned to use Louisville Sluggers to hit a couple homeruns. He remembered McTavish giving some Lobsterback a black eye for mouthing a bunch of anti union garbage and chuckled on the way into Chicago; Bugsy had accompanied him on the trip to deliver a load of lumber to a yard near the site of a potential strike. A tarpaulin was put over the truck to hide the company name. At a prearranged meeting with Dinty, 32 bats were supplied to 32 workers, and a couple machine gunners were in the back of the truck with them to look out for Pinkerton men.

Craine had a lot of time to think about what he was planning. Drivers had a lot of time to themselves on the road. The boss gave the signal for the strikebreakers to move in, and the Pinkerton men were alerted. He chuckled to himself when he contemplated what those suckers were in for; union indeed. The big bruisers came with the fruit and eggs they’d throw at socialist suckers, the union agitators and maybe get their chance to beat the hell out of the punks. A speaker brought a self made podium to speak to the workers and started in about the inequitable distribution of income to profits, while workers sustained injuries after long hours on the assembly line, could not spend time with their sons, as a father wanted to do because of these hours and the demand to keep producing. The first response was to throw eggs at the speaker. The second was for the bruisers to advance on the listeners, tell the bum to get out of there, and to start to pick up listeners, and throw them around a little, even throwing them on the ground and kicking their ribs. As some of the men being kicked began to grab at the kicking legs, Pinkerton men advanced on them. The progress, witnessed by the laughing boss, was interrupted by a truck moving closer to the melee. The vehicle stopped; the doors opened, and the sound of machine gun fire was heard. The Pinkerton men were no more. Men with ball bats swarmed out of the back. The bruisers that wanted to be free of being part of the regime to beat Babe Ruth’s record made it their business to run home. By Monday, the union contract was signed. After a couple such slugfests, Chicago was on the road to become a union town. Bugsy and Craine split $50,000. It was good to be a trucker. Craine sent $10,000 home to Da and Moses.

The relationship with Dinty was profitable but short lived. In 1924, Al Capone and Johnny Torrio got sick of the glib flower peddler shaking their hands with one hand and stealing from them with the other. He was shot to death in the middle of a handshake.

Craine did not like to leave Pattie alone and hired a babysitter until he was about 12 years old. He kept his plans to himself and was able to hide a lot from his son. He also did not let Bugs or anyone else know that he had a son because he didn’t want him to be vulnerable to any retaliatory moves from any gangsters. Pattie grew into Patrick, who suspected some of his father’s activities, but who also knew enough to not ask any questions. He did not condemn his fathers’ moves because he had memories about what motivated them. He remembered a shooting incident from a plane, just before he and Da had left Ireland, in which a whole bunch of people were blown up. These people were somehow connected with his mother’s death. Da was always, always gentle when he came home before and after that day. But the look he had in his eyes the day he shot down that wagon was terrifying to Patrick.

The trips to Chicago were becoming more frequent, and Craine was beginning to become well known. He suggested to Bugs that, perhaps, they should open up other markets in other areas. People that were beginning to rise in power in the Mafia, as the Italian gangs were beginning to be known, under Al Capone, since Johnny Torrio had vacated his position began to single out Craine for eliminating rivalry. He did not like this for two reasons. He did not like becoming a killer, and he did not like the idea of Eliot Ness becoming aware of him. Craine found him to be a dogged enemy of lawbreakers, who believed in an eye for an eye. He did not want to be one of his targets.

When he met with Bugs, he suggested getting involved with the Purple Gang, from Detroit, where an automobile industry was flourishing, and where automobile producers did not want unions cutting into their profit margins. He also thought the Americans would get sick of prohibition and vote it out of legality. He did not like prostitution because of how it demeaned the soul of a woman. He could remember the effects of nerve gas during the war and felt drugs would reduce a human being to a mass of blubbering jelly. The growing mass of government control of lives, evidenced by the legislative and executive use of power was destroying humanity enough. In years to come, the meaning of freedom and of responsibility would become obscured, if not destroyed. Craine reasoned that he didn’t want to assist the process by creating a nation of slobbering weaklings with drugs. This is the way that crime was going, the way of business, with its brutality and impersonality. Though he knew he entered a world of evil, and he had entered it voluntarily, he entered it to protect himself and his family, not to sin against God’s Law for his own greed.

Two major events occurred, that brought Bugs around to Craine’s way of thinking: St. Valentine’s Day Massacre and the arrest of Al Capone. On Feb-14-1929, 5 men walked into S.M.C. Cartage Co. where six members of the Moran gang were meeting, and a mechanic was working on a car. Three men were dressed as policemen, and two were in street clothes. They ordered the seven men to line up against the wall and shot them down then walked out with the men in street clothes acting as if they were apprehended gangsters. George Moran was supposed to be one of the men shot, but he wasn’t there. The men were Capone hirelings. To dissociate himself from the murders, Capone went for a vacation at this home in Miami, Florida. The second event was a triumph for Eliot Ness. In 1931, Al Capone was sentenced to eleven years incarceration at a federal prison for income tax evasion. His gang leadership was taken over by Frank Nitty. After this Bugs and Craine considered moving their activities to other cities and began to move into legitimate areas of endeavor.

Patrick never forgot about the Jewish, Irish mixture in his heritage. He learned Hebrew, Yiddish, and some of the Gaelic/Erse poetry in his background. To help hone his skills, he wrote to Grand Da in Gaelic and to Moses in Yiddish. He also prepared for his Bar Mitzvah. Craine sent money to Da and Moses to make the trip over. This meant a temporary break from his avocation.

The reunion was one of joy and laughter. Mendel tried to arm wrestle Pat and found himself lacking. But he and Craine held themselves at the same standstill. At the moment of manhood, Pat spoke about the world in which culture and love of mankind for each of its disparate elements was rapidly being replaced by love of the dollar, no matter how its ability to purchase the goods that were translated to mean the love that it was replacing. He spoke of the ideals for which his family, for which his entire family, both Jewish and Irish had spent their blood. He spoke of a war that was to end all wars and left the world with seething hate, suppression of minorities, creation of minorities to sustain the materialism, crookedness, and closed the door to understanding the small, kicked around little guy. He said that these things would blow up, and that a more devastating war would ensue. At the end of his speech, Tyndall and Da’s brothers stood and cheered; Moses stood with them. There were tears of pride in his eyes, but no red and white handkerchief found in a field. From this day forth, Craine, Moses, Tyndall and the rest referred to him as Patrick because today he became a man.