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I grew up in the Old Colony housing project in South Boston, a tough, working class, mostly Irish neighborhood. I went from being a Golden Gloves boxer to a bouncer in a popular Southie bar called Triple Os. I got into many fights, knocked out a lot of people, and got noticed by one person in particular. People paid him a great deal of respect, came to him with their problems. Sure, I knew who he was. Id heard stories. He was tough. He could be vicious. He ran the rackets in Southie. His name was James Whitey Bulger, although I always called him Jimmy.In 1982 I went with Jimmy full time. We became partners, running legitimate businesses and some not-so-legitimate businesses. Basically, we were gangsters. We took what we wanted. We shook down drug dealers, bookmakers, like that. What were they gonna do -- go to the police? We beat people up; shot and stabbed them. And we made people disappear -- permanently. We were smart -- experts at avoiding microphones and cameras. We made millions through extortion and loan sharking and protection. And if someone ratted us out, we killed him. We were not nice guys.I was there when Jimmy went on the lam in 1994 and I was his contact after hed left Boston for good. With Jimmy gone, I ran things. Shortly before my own arrest in 1999, I found out that Jimmy had been an FBI informant even before I entered the scene. My life was never the same. When the feds finally got me, I found myself faced with something Jimmy would have killed me for -- cooperating with the authorities. Do I have any regrets? Nah, not really -- only that I should have spent more time with my wife and sons. But Ive got a second chance now, and I gotta tell what happened -- what really happened. Its a lot different from what you read in the newspapers.I was brutally honest on the witness stand, and this book is brutally honest, too -- the brutal truth that was never

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BRUTAL

THE UNTOLD STORY OF MY LIFE INSIDE WHITEY BULGERS IRISH MOB

KEVIN WEEKS and Phyllis Karas

I DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE The two people that I am - photo 1

I DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE:

The two people that I am proudest of, my sons Kevin Barry and Brian Michael. The person that was the best part of my life and my best friend, Pam, even though I wasnt able to realize it at the time. My brothers and sisters, who believed in my good side. My friends who stayed with me through the worst times. And, lastly, to the few men in law enforcementDan Doherty, Steve Johnson, Thomas Duffy, Tom Foley, Brian Kelly, and Fred Wyshakwho were straight talkers and always played it down the middle.

Kevin Weeks

To Sherry and Tom Bowman and Joy and Tom Glennon, who so graciously share their special daughters.

Phyllis Karas

CONTENTS

The reader of this book faces a quandary: how to deal with the violence, brutality, and amoral behavior of the characters and at the same time see how deceit, and wrong perceptions of what constitutes success, led my brother Kevin to become entwined in a life that is beyond the comprehension of civilized people.

You may not be able to comprehend how a father could be prouder of a son in crime than two sons who succeeded in other endeavors, but then you were not raised in an environment where violence was not only prized, but encouraged. You might not understand how his brothers cannot and would not condone the acts that were committed but love their brother in spite of his actions. You cannot understand how razor-thin the difference between taking the right or wrong road can be when you are caught up in an environment that is not within your control and in which you can only strive to survive with some sense of identity and self-worth.

The streets of Southie were tough, but not as tough as the apartment at 8 Pilsudski Way. There violence reigned supreme. What do you do when the streets are safer than your home? It was better to go out and take a beating (although mostly you were inflicting one) than face the consequences of failing. And you could win and still failyou didnt win by enough, the other person wasnt bloodied enough or got up too soon after the punishment was inflicted. Do nothing, and you got a beating. There was a malevolence that permeated the air we breathed. We were the primary targets of it, and there was nothing we could do but survive it. And survive it we did, each in our own way and with any and all means and tools that we had within us and whatever external support system we could devise and utilize.

So one grew up inured to violence. It was a fact of life, nothing to get excited over. In fact, the absence of it was not necessarily a good thing, as you just wondered when it was going to occur and if you would be ready for it. It preyed upon your mind. It was actually easier to take the beating than to worry about when it was going to happen. Not if it would. That it would was never in question.

My brother Jack and I got out how and when we could. The train ride to Cambridge was in fact a ride to another world, one that was as alien to the people left behind as their world is (or should be) to you.

Kevin was not as lucky. You might feel that it was unthinkable that his parents would not want him to escape and better himself. But then you could not think in the terms that those who are supposed to be most influential in a childs life saw the world.

The desire to control and dominate was uppermost. And the standards that were in place revolved around your street presence. Education had no street presence. It was not tangible in that it did not make you tougher, better able to fight, more feared by those around you. Sure, it was something to talk about, but you couldnt use it in the same way that you could a pair of fast fists. Smart was good, but having the ability to beat someone senseless! Now that was real power. Education was often talked about in the apartment, but always with the implied threat that if your marks werent acceptable, be ready to give your soul to God because your ass belonged to our father. It seemed that it was just another excuse (as if one was needed) to justify the violence that would be visited upon the failing student. And As werent acceptable.

It is in a way unfortunate that all the brothers were good with their fists. If we hadnt been, maybe Kevins life would have taken a different twist. Most of our ability to fight came from withstanding the blows that our dad would throw at us. We arent talking about slapping here. You had to be able to take a pretty good shot early on. Hell, you could get punched for blinking too muchtrue!

Kevin ended up following in his older brothers footsteps. Because we were able to fight, he had to as well. And he had to be betterthat was also a ruleyou had to outdo whoever preceded you. Kev was and is tough. But he is toughest in the streets, where there are no refs to make sure that the rules are followed, no bell to end a round, and definitely no decisions given on points. An incident occurred when he and Jack were arguing in the apartment in front of our parents. Jack, not wanting to continue the disagreement in front of them, asked Kevin to step outside. Kev said, Sure, and let Jack lead the way out the door. Jack had taken only a step or two when Kev suckered him, dropping him to the floor. Kevin felt no remorse, as he had been drilled to never give any opponent an advantage. The interesting thing is that our father was not upset, but rather proud that one son would cold-cock another!

So Kevins story is that of a smart, affable kid who was encouraged to make wrong choices. James Whitey Bulger got him at the age of eighteen, but he had been schooled in the ways of the streets since he was old enough to make a fist.

They say that you can take the kid out of Southie but you cant take Southie out of the kid. That is true. You are always from Southie wherever you go. People from Southie do not, when asked where they are from, say Boston. They say Southie. It is a fact that you do not run away from, do not deny, and are not ashamed of. There are many negative stereotypes that are laid on people from Southieracists, thugs, ignorant, and so forthand Southie has always been a convenient place to look down on and feel superior to. But there are a great many good and decent people who hail from there and continue to dwell in that peninsula jutting into Boston Harbor. One thing that so many people not from Southie could never comprehend is the camaraderie that was so evident. In a way it was like a big unruly family, with internal feuds and bickering, but a united front against anyone not of the clan. As they say, when you are in a foxhole, you hope that the person next to you hails from Southieyou know he will have your back.

And like any family, Southie always had its black sheep, usually a whole flock of them. The blackest was Whitey Bulger. He was incredibly violent in a neighborhood that normally took violence in stride. Jimmy brought it to a different level, and Kevin found himself attracted to it. Kev was already a student of the art, and an excellent one at that.

Fighting teaches you to not think about the punch, just to throw it. There are times when you connect and knock someone senseless and not realize immediately that it was you who threw the punch. You are trained to react. In effect, a fast muscle twitch occurs before your brain has the time to process it. You see and react without thought. If you are conditioned to this since you are old enough to walk, you can become extremely formidable and dangerous. Where other people are working themselves up to throwing that first punch, you are already walking away from the bleeding, unconscious person on the ground. That is Kevin in action. When confronted with a threatening situation, immediate violence without remorse or fear occurs. He was invaluable to Jimmy. Smart, fearless, loyal, and without many of the internal constrictions or self-limiting awareness of societys proper behavioral characteristics, Kevin found his niche in the world.

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