The Beginning Of The Assassination Process,My Early Life With My Father

It was the summer of 1973 and I had just gotten my stripes in the Lansky Group. Everyone thought Meyer was all done but Meyer knew he wasn't! He was in Israel and safe for now! All of a sudden, I went from running money from one place to the other, including my own drug money, to settling down in my bar business and my hi-jacking business. Most of the fools in America went by the fact that Meyer Lansky had lost all his money in Cuba. That was true of Cuba, and the Castro Government's treatment of Meyer, BUT, Meyer still had his percentages in Las Vegas, the Southern (south central) areas and a few islands. He also got a small package every 6 months from England, I was told by Paul! All the so called writers in America, from then until now, always say "Meyer Lansky was broke!" He was never broke, but he did loose his entire life savings, from crime, in Havana, Cuba in 1960. Meyer also lost all the buildings, the cash in and the future cash out. As the last Lansky, I would like Raul Castro to pay me the money his brother stole! That is another story. Now that I had my stripes both in The USA and the Canada, through my father's friend Tony Brown, I could go where ever I chose and do almost as I pleased. My father had worked for Meyer since 1948, when he met Mr. Lansky in Saratoga Springs N.Y., during Flat Track August. My father had met Meyer at the track. Doc Farone was friendly with my dad and he introduced them. Meyer asked Bill, my father, what he did and my father told him he was a stenographer for the N.Y.S. Workman's Compensation Board. Meyer told my father they would speak later (so I was told by my father, since I was 1 year old). Later that day ,at Docs request, Meyer and my father had a sandwich together. Meyer asked Bill if he would do a few favors for some of Meyer's friends in the Catskills. My dad said "Yes". Apparently that Yes led to My father being appointed to the Supreme Court in 1952, in Ulster County by Meyer's friend, and County Boss ,Van Haver. Van, was the Republican Boss of Ulster County and also got pieces of Gambling in the region, because of Meyer. My dad was a fixer and made his bones with legal fixes, on the old Combination's behest! Since Dan O'Connell hated my father up in Albany, but needed a Democrat appointed in Kingston, N.Y., Van Haver, and Dan O'Connell traded appointments. That was the way it was. It started a nicer life for me and my mother. My father kept a home in Canada for my mothers summers, he gave my mothers sister money for their farm, and he joined a country club. It was not the best Country Club, because the lawyers and their friends did not want to get to chummy with Dad, but it was a great golf course, with a pool. I had a good 10 years there, and in Canada from 1953 to 1963. I wanted to play sports in the 60's, so I no longer went to Canada for the summer. I went to Basketball camp in August and played on the Country Club golf team all summer long, and swam on the swim team! It was great. I had no idea that our better life including their two, two week golf vacations in Florida came from Meyer. Dad's job only paid $15,000.00 per year plus his cases sold. The other Thirty Grand came from Meyer and the boys. Dad fixed cases for money and that was the way it was up until 1975 in New York. In 1975 the Judicial Commission was in full control. Dad was A republican appointee and was worried on the loss of Malcom Wilson, his friend. Dad had turned down the senior stenographer at the N.Y.S. Senate to keep his light schedule in the Courts. He regretted it at retirement. He was a horse bettor and golf gambler, so he regretted not getting the higher paying state job in the senate. Dad did drink and told me he liked the 10 hours a week in actual court. When he wanted to squeeze a lawyer in a case, he knew he was the final say in testimony. I need not say more. This court case fixing, for the old guys in the rackets, lead to them picking me up when I was in College. I guess they wanted to keep my father close by hiring his only son! It apparently worked because My dad did get $100,000.00 in a paper bag when he retired. I know, I delivered it in the fall of 1979. That made him happy, but my mother did not know of it. He gave her, as always, the complete social security checks and the retirement check. He was on a budget now, and would have to watch his money. He actually invested in a bar with me. All this background is to make you understand that even people not carrying guns, running a loan shark business, operating bookmaking, hi-jacking, engaged in union racketeering, Drugs, etc., could be gangsters in their own right. In Saratoga Springs N.Y., there was a man I previously mentioned, Doc Farone. Doc was born in 1900 and worked for Arnold Rothstein, Joe Masseria, and the Whitney Combine, plus was Joe Kennedy's partner in some booze business in prohibition. Doc ran the Molsen and home grown beer and booze in the region and shared with Joe Kennedy, who had the scotch. The Kennedy's still get 5 cents per bottle for every bottle of Scotch sold in America each year. The point I am going to make is that Doc Farone was a gangster, a small 5'3" gangster who is still talked about even today, in the Italian American Saratoga Society. I am up there each summer myself, have owned restaurants there and know. I am not society because they classify me as a killer/real gangster, even though I have never been convicted of a crime, after 28 arrests. My father took care of that. This example goes to my father, the Honorable William A. Craft Esq. Dean of the N.Y.S.Supreme Court Stenographers, and evidence clerk through 1970, and a partner in Solomon, Kirwin, and Craft. Nice title for a white collar mobster. Dan O'Connell, the Honorable Democratic Albany County Chairman, was in reality a gangster who controlled all beer, all bars, all gambling, all prostitution and all political jobs in upstate N.Y. until 1977, when he died. He use to run gambling to Syracuse, down to the Pennsylvania border east of Binghamton, and over to Kingston. He refused to go to see Meyer in Saratoga County Jail during Meyer's 90 day stay, so Meyer took everything away from Dan ,except Albany County. How you ask? By ordering Albert Anastasia to tell him so. That was it or die. What I am trying to tell you is that things are not always as they seem. Meyer Lansky was not broke after Cuba, Chicago ran the nation, not New York, my father liked to think he was an officer of the court, but he and his firm were legal gangsters for short money. It was my father who fixed the "Johnny Dio Case in the early sixties!" Dan 'OConnell was not a politician, he was a gangster. All the cops in Albany were on Dan's payroll, because that is the way it was. History is History, so deal with it. As I start telling you of my first International Assassination Plot, I wanted you, my readers, to understand that I was a white collar kid, from a white collar home, with a professional Nurse as a mother, (nursing school) and a business school graduate father, who was a civil servant, but a sometimes corrupt one!" I was in the Junior College of Albany and on the basketball team when first approached. I worked part time at the Frat House Night Club, a club I would buy 9 years later. The following examples of assassination plots, with 3 paid for, will probably make you mad, but it was my job as a General National N C S member and Lansky Group Member. It was my job! I made good money off unions controlled by Meyers friends. I made good money in the International Drug Trade on the Canadian Border, and I owned too many bars. Two of the bars I had, I had to keep my real life quiet because they were both with bad partners. I drove small cars, but new once or twice a year. I dressed well but not too well and only wore one, 3 carat diamond ring. I lived small, but when anyone needed money, I reached in my pocket! The year was 1974 now, My life long friend and business partner Tony Scaringe was gone. He jumped ship to live with a girl who was our cocktail waitress. I got all the bills, and he got married. I hold him no ill will. It was a blessing in burlap as the farmers say. As soon as Tony was gone, I got word that I was getting my stripes (1973). I was happy. In the year 1974 Meyer Lansky, commanded a few people to take me aside, as he ordered them from Israel, ordered me to kill the Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, in order to get Fidel Castro (Trudeau's best friend) out of Cuba, to a Canadian State Funeral (for Trudeau). I was just surprised, but prepared! I was the new made kid on the block, I wanted to please, even though this was a big hit, maybe too big. I knew that I could get Trudeau because the RCMP, their national Police Force was incompetent! It was Fidel Castro that I feared to make mistakes on. In the next blog, I shall detail the complete hit process, completely managed by me, and carried out to the last second by me! See you in a minute, Sincerely big mike craft