The day John Gotti took a beatdown in prison

[FinitoElDinamita]

When John Gotti was convicted in June of 1992 and sentenced to multiple life terms in prison for an assortment of criminal mayhem and nefarious deeds, the government didn't waste any time in shipping John out to one of the most punitive and restrictive federal prisons in the United States - Marion Federal Penitentiary in Marion, Illinois. Classified as a "super-max" facility designed to house the most dangerous and incorrigible of offenders, Marion was the place for the worst of the worst. And for a guy like John Gotti, who was the boss of one of the largest and most powerful organized crime families in America - the Gambinos - Marion seemed like the perfect place befitting a guy of Gotti's stature in the criminal underworld.

Confined to his tiny eight-by-ten jail cell an average of twenty-three hours per day, and with nothing more than a small thirteen-inch black and white television set and a thin mattress atop a concrete slab of a bed to count as luxuries, Gotti was a world away from the personal luxuries and privileges he had enjoyed as Godfather. But Gotti was still the Boss! Even under the harsh and restrictive conditions of prison, John was in control of himself and his environment. His notoriety and influence transcended prison walls, his supporters said. Other inmates, from murderers to terrorists to common street thugs, gave Gotti a wide berth as he swaggered through the prison corridors. Offending or assaulting the head of a major organized crime family is never a smart move for those interested in good health and prosperity - whether in prison or out on the street! Who in their right mind would want to mess with Gotti, the "Boss of Bosses" of the Italian Mafia?

The answer to that question turned out to be nobdody! At least not for the first four years of Gotti's incarceration. But on a fateful day in the Summer of 1996, during one of those rare moments of "recreation" outside of his tiny cell, Gotti met a bold and violent inmate who dealt the Gotti mystique a harsh blow, and left him with a bloody lip, a puffy face, and a bruised ego. Walter Johnson, a Philadelphia bank robber and small-time hoodlum, was a violent and incorrigible convict who was sent to Marion due to his propensity for mayhem. Johnson, who was an African American, seemed the kind of guy who acted in the moment and didn't really give much thought to any resulting consequences. If he had a problem with another inmate, whether it be a two-bit hoodlum or a Mafia boss, Johnson would handle it. He didn't give two shakes about a guys reputation, something that John Gotti was soon to find out.

The trouble all started rather innocently enough. Walter Johnson and John Gotti, along with an assortment of other Marion's finest, were enjoying a rare moment of recreation time outside of their jail cells, along an indoor walkway between the cell tiers. John Gotti, proving that his cockiness and overwhelming sense of self-worth had not been dulled by his years of incarceration, walked towards one end of the walkway. Walter Johnson, apparently minding his own business, happened to cross Gotti's path, and in Gotti's estimation, didn't hop out of the way fast enough or show enough respectful distance. "Get outta my way you f****ng n***er, don't you know who I am?" Gotti allegedly bellowed. Johnson of course knew exactly who Gotti was, but he didn't much care. The joint can be a great equalizer, and to Johnson, Gotti was just another lifer in an orange prison jumpsuit. But for the moment, Johnson moved enough for Gotti to pass. And the exchange appeared to be over.

But Johnson didn't forget the insult. The very next day when the inmates were again taking a recreation break, Johnson walked up to Gotti and punched him right in the face. Gotti, taken by surprise, fell to the ground in a heap, with Johnson piling on top of him raining blows. Unable to mount an offense, Gotti was protecting himself with his uplifted hands as the guards dove in and pulled Johnson off of Gotti. Startled inmates stood in awe and neither helped nor joined in. Gotti, who was bleeding from the lip and mouth, was taken to the prison infirmary; Johnson, after being restrained, was put in solitary confinement. After Gotti was patched up, it appeared that the whole incident was over. Fights, after all, happen all the time in prison. That's nothing new. There's winners and losers, and Gotti happened to lose. End of story! But John Gotti had other ideas. He wasn't about to suffer the indignity of a jailhouse beating at the hands of a lowly criminal and go quietly into the night. In Gotti's mind, Walter Johnson had committed an unforgivable sin, and he had to pay!



And John Gotti, being an experienced and street smart gangster, knew that every prison tends to have a hierarchy; a group of prisoners that tends to exert more of an influence and reach over the general population than others. And Gotti found that group at Marion in the Aryan Brotherhood, a violent white supremacist-based prison gang that has a well-earned reputation for violence and brutality. The Aryan Brotherhood was alive and well at Marion. And it didn't take John Gotti long to make contact with one of the ruling members of the gang who was housed in Marion. According to law enforcement intelligence, Gotti offered as much as $100,000 to the gang to murder his attacker, Walter Johnson. Gotti's offer was gleefully accepted, and Johnson now had a large target on his back. He was going to find out that you don't assault a high-profile inmate like John Gotti without suffering dire consequences!

There was only one problem though. Walter Johnson proved to be an elusive target. Prison authorities, apparently aware of the Gotti/Aryan Brotherhood alliance, kept a watchful and protective eye on Johnson. He was routinely moved and alternated to various sections of the prison, and the Aryan Brotherhood could never isolate him to make a fatal strike. And, to make matters worse, Johnson was eventually paroled and released from prison. John Gotti and the Aryan Brotherhood struck out! Gotti would eventually develop head and neck cancer and be transferred to a federal prison hospital, where he would die in June of 2002.

[Hulk]

When John Gotti was convicted in June of 1992 and sentenced to multiple life terms in prison for an assortment of criminal mayhem and nefarious deeds, the government didn't waste any time in shipping John out to one of the most punitive and restrictive federal prisons in the United States - Marion Federal Penitentiary in Marion, Illinois. Classified as a "super-max" facility designed to house the most dangerous and incorrigible of offenders, Marion was the place for the worst of the worst. And for a guy like John Gotti, who was the boss of one of the largest and most powerful organized crime families in America - the Gambinos - Marion seemed like the perfect place befitting a guy of Gotti's stature in the criminal underworld.

Confined to his tiny eight-by-ten jail cell an average of twenty-three hours per day, and with nothing more than a small thirteen-inch black and white television set and a thin mattress atop a concrete slab of a bed to count as luxuries, Gotti was a world away from the personal luxuries and privileges he had enjoyed as Godfather. But Gotti was still the Boss! Even under the harsh and restrictive conditions of prison, John was in control of himself and his environment. His notoriety and influence transcended prison walls, his supporters said. Other inmates, from murderers to terrorists to common street thugs, gave Gotti a wide berth as he swaggered through the prison corridors. Offending or assaulting the head of a major organized crime family is never a smart move for those interested in good health and prosperity - whether in prison or out on the street! Who in their right mind would want to mess with Gotti, the "Boss of Bosses" of the Italian Mafia?

The answer to that question turned out to be nobdody! At least not for the first four years of Gotti's incarceration. But on a fateful day in the Summer of 1996, during one of those rare moments of "recreation" outside of his tiny cell, Gotti met a bold and violent inmate who dealt the Gotti mystique a harsh blow, and left him with a bloody lip, a puffy face, and a bruised ego. Walter Johnson, a Philadelphia bank robber and small-time hoodlum, was a violent and incorrigible convict who was sent to Marion due to his propensity for mayhem. Johnson, who was an African American, seemed the kind of guy who acted in the moment and didn't really give much thought to any resulting consequences. If he had a problem with another inmate, whether it be a two-bit hoodlum or a Mafia boss, Johnson would handle it. He didn't give two shakes about a guys reputation, something that John Gotti was soon to find out.

The trouble all started rather innocently enough. Walter Johnson and John Gotti, along with an assortment of other Marion's finest, were enjoying a rare moment of recreation time outside of their jail cells, along an indoor walkway between the cell tiers. John Gotti, proving that his cockiness and overwhelming sense of self-worth had not been dulled by his years of incarceration, walked towards one end of the walkway. Walter Johnson, apparently minding his own business, happened to cross Gotti's path, and in Gotti's estimation, didn't hop out of the way fast enough or show enough respectful distance. "Get outta my way you f****ng n***er, don't you know who I am?" Gotti allegedly bellowed. Johnson of course knew exactly who Gotti was, but he didn't much care. The joint can be a great equalizer, and to Johnson, Gotti was just another lifer in an orange prison jumpsuit. But for the moment, Johnson moved enough for Gotti to pass. And the exchange appeared to be over.

But Johnson didn't forget the insult. The very next day when the inmates were again taking a recreation break, Johnson walked up to Gotti and punched him right in the face. Gotti, taken by surprise, fell to the ground in a heap, with Johnson piling on top of him raining blows. Unable to mount an offense, Gotti was protecting himself with his uplifted hands as the guards dove in and pulled Johnson off of Gotti. Startled inmates stood in awe and neither helped nor joined in. Gotti, who was bleeding from the lip and mouth, was taken to the prison infirmary; Johnson, after being restrained, was put in solitary confinement. After Gotti was patched up, it appeared that the whole incident was over. Fights, after all, happen all the time in prison. That's nothing new. There's winners and losers, and Gotti happened to lose. End of story! But John Gotti had other ideas. He wasn't about to suffer the indignity of a jailhouse beating at the hands of a lowly criminal and go quietly into the night. In Gotti's mind, Walter Johnson had committed an unforgivable sin, and he had to pay!



And John Gotti, being an experienced and street smart gangster, knew that every prison tends to have a hierarchy; a group of prisoners that tends to exert more of an influence and reach over the general population than others. And Gotti found that group at Marion in the Aryan Brotherhood, a violent white supremacist-based prison gang that has a well-earned reputation for violence and brutality. The Aryan Brotherhood was alive and well at Marion. And it didn't take John Gotti long to make contact with one of the ruling members of the gang who was housed in Marion. According to law enforcement intelligence, Gotti offered as much as $100,000 to the gang to murder his attacker, Walter Johnson. Gotti's offer was gleefully accepted, and Johnson now had a large target on his back. He was going to find out that you don't assault a high-profile inmate like John Gotti without suffering dire consequences!

There was only one problem though. Walter Johnson proved to be an elusive target. Prison authorities, apparently aware of the Gotti/Aryan Brotherhood alliance, kept a watchful and protective eye on Johnson. He was routinely moved and alternated to various sections of the prison, and the Aryan Brotherhood could never isolate him to make a fatal strike. And, to make matters worse, Johnson was eventually paroled and released from prison. John Gotti and the Aryan Brotherhood struck out! Gotti would eventually develop head and neck cancer and be transferred to a federal prison hospital, where he would die in June of 2002.

I want the last 5 minutes of my life back after reading that.

So ALLEGEDLY Gotti got sucker punched and beat up by a much younger man. Then he behaved like a proper lil bitch and paid some low lifes to kill the man. But....it never happened. Then he died. The end.

[FinitoElDinamita]

When John Gotti was convicted in June of 1992 and sentenced to multiple life terms in prison for an assortment of criminal mayhem and nefarious deeds, the government didn't waste any time in shipping John out to one of the most punitive and restrictive federal prisons in the United States - Marion Federal Penitentiary in Marion, Illinois. Classified as a "super-max" facility designed to house the most dangerous and incorrigible of offenders, Marion was the place for the worst of the worst. And for a guy like John Gotti, who was the boss of one of the largest and most powerful organized crime families in America - the Gambinos - Marion seemed like the perfect place befitting a guy of Gotti's stature in the criminal underworld.

Confined to his tiny eight-by-ten jail cell an average of twenty-three hours per day, and with nothing more than a small thirteen-inch black and white television set and a thin mattress atop a concrete slab of a bed to count as luxuries, Gotti was a world away from the personal luxuries and privileges he had enjoyed as Godfather. But Gotti was still the Boss! Even under the harsh and restrictive conditions of prison, John was in control of himself and his environment. His notoriety and influence transcended prison walls, his supporters said. Other inmates, from murderers to terrorists to common street thugs, gave Gotti a wide berth as he swaggered through the prison corridors. Offending or assaulting the head of a major organized crime family is never a smart move for those interested in good health and prosperity - whether in prison or out on the street! Who in their right mind would want to mess with Gotti, the "Boss of Bosses" of the Italian Mafia?

The answer to that question turned out to be nobdody! At least not for the first four years of Gotti's incarceration. But on a fateful day in the Summer of 1996, during one of those rare moments of "recreation" outside of his tiny cell, Gotti met a bold and violent inmate who dealt the Gotti mystique a harsh blow, and left him with a bloody lip, a puffy face, and a bruised ego. Walter Johnson, a Philadelphia bank robber and small-time hoodlum, was a violent and incorrigible convict who was sent to Marion due to his propensity for mayhem. Johnson, who was an African American, seemed the kind of guy who acted in the moment and didn't really give much thought to any resulting consequences. If he had a problem with another inmate, whether it be a two-bit hoodlum or a Mafia boss, Johnson would handle it. He didn't give two shakes about a guys reputation, something that John Gotti was soon to find out.

The trouble all started rather innocently enough. Walter Johnson and John Gotti, along with an assortment of other Marion's finest, were enjoying a rare moment of recreation time outside of their jail cells, along an indoor walkway between the cell tiers. John Gotti, proving that his cockiness and overwhelming sense of self-worth had not been dulled by his years of incarceration, walked towards one end of the walkway. Walter Johnson, apparently minding his own business, happened to cross Gotti's path, and in Gotti's estimation, didn't hop out of the way fast enough or show enough respectful distance. "Get outta my way you f****ng n***er, don't you know who I am?" Gotti allegedly bellowed. Johnson of course knew exactly who Gotti was, but he didn't much care. The joint can be a great equalizer, and to Johnson, Gotti was just another lifer in an orange prison jumpsuit. But for the moment, Johnson moved enough for Gotti to pass. And the exchange appeared to be over.

But Johnson didn't forget the insult. The very next day when the inmates were again taking a recreation break, Johnson walked up to Gotti and punched him right in the face. Gotti, taken by surprise, fell to the ground in a heap, with Johnson piling on top of him raining blows. Unable to mount an offense, Gotti was protecting himself with his uplifted hands as the guards dove in and pulled Johnson off of Gotti. Startled inmates stood in awe and neither helped nor joined in. Gotti, who was bleeding from the lip and mouth, was taken to the prison infirmary; Johnson, after being restrained, was put in solitary confinement. After Gotti was patched up, it appeared that the whole incident was over. Fights, after all, happen all the time in prison. That's nothing new. There's winners and losers, and Gotti happened to lose. End of story! But John Gotti had other ideas. He wasn't about to suffer the indignity of a jailhouse beating at the hands of a lowly criminal and go quietly into the night. In Gotti's mind, Walter Johnson had committed an unforgivable sin, and he had to pay!



And John Gotti, being an experienced and street smart gangster, knew that every prison tends to have a hierarchy; a group of prisoners that tends to exert more of an influence and reach over the general population than others. And Gotti found that group at Marion in the Aryan Brotherhood, a violent white supremacist-based prison gang that has a well-earned reputation for violence and brutality. The Aryan Brotherhood was alive and well at Marion. And it didn't take John Gotti long to make contact with one of the ruling members of the gang who was housed in Marion. According to law enforcement intelligence, Gotti offered as much as $100,000 to the gang to murder his attacker, Walter Johnson. Gotti's offer was gleefully accepted, and Johnson now had a large target on his back. He was going to find out that you don't assault a high-profile inmate like John Gotti without suffering dire consequences!

There was only one problem though. Walter Johnson proved to be an elusive target. Prison authorities, apparently aware of the Gotti/Aryan Brotherhood alliance, kept a watchful and protective eye on Johnson. He was routinely moved and alternated to various sections of the prison, and the Aryan Brotherhood could never isolate him to make a fatal strike. And, to make matters worse, Johnson was eventually paroled and released from prison. John Gotti and the Aryan Brotherhood struck out! Gotti would eventually develop head and neck cancer and be transferred to a federal prison hospital, where he would die in June of 2002.

I want the last 5 minutes of my life back after reading that.

So ALLEGEDLY Gotti got sucker punched and beat up by a much younger man. Then he behaved like a proper lil bitch and paid some low lifes to kill the man. But....it never happened. Then he died. The end.

Yup, Gotti who was nearing his 60s got sucker punched by a black dude half his age and much bigger.. I dont even hold that against him..that shit dont count man.

Why is he a bitch for putting up a contract? That's what Don's do... Boss of Bosses.. A man of that stature dont need to get his hands dirty.

[Gandalf]

His hands were dirty enough already. You don't have the right to end someone's life because someone punched you. We like boxing, but it wouldn't be boxing if every pre-fight brawl ended up with a contract on the other fighter. You almost make it sound like you look up to him with words like 'stature' and curious expressions like 'boss of bosses'. Is a hardened criminal really your role model in life? I think this glamorised thug lifestyle is a problem in the West and you clearly buy into it somewhat.

There is nothing cool about being in the mafia and especially in this day and age when most mobsters are scraping by. If you are into the mafia in the 21st century, you might as well just join the military or get a government job.

[Hulk]

His hands were dirty enough already. You don't have the right to end someone's life because someone punched you. We like boxing, but it wouldn't be boxing if every pre-fight brawl ended up with a contract on the other fighter. You almost make it sound like you look up to him with words like 'stature' and curious expressions like 'boss of bosses'. Is a hardened criminal really your role model in life? I think this glamorised thug lifestyle is a problem in the West and you clearly buy into it somewhat.

There is nothing cool about being in the mafia and especially in this day and age when most mobsters are scraping by. If you are into the mafia in the 21st century, you might as well just join the military or get a government job.

Miles, the voice of reason! lol

How are those students treating you in Korea?

I hear there are a tad more respectful than the shits I deal with at the high school here.

[Gandalf]

The students are on the whole pretty good. Some can be lazy, but I rarely have issues with discipline. I have my rules and if you break them then you lose points thus negatively affecting your final grade, so they follow the rules. They are getting tired now the end of the year is approaching.

[Andre]

I never knew that happened .Good.
You never know the knock and shock could of triggered his head and neck cancer too.

[imp]

When John Gotti was convicted in June of 1992 and sentenced to multiple life terms in prison for an assortment of criminal mayhem and nefarious deeds, the government didn't waste any time in shipping John out to one of the most punitive and restrictive federal prisons in the United States - Marion Federal Penitentiary in Marion, Illinois. Classified as a "super-max" facility designed to house the most dangerous and incorrigible of offenders, Marion was the place for the worst of the worst. And for a guy like John Gotti, who was the boss of one of the largest and most powerful organized crime families in America - the Gambinos - Marion seemed like the perfect place befitting a guy of Gotti's stature in the criminal underworld.

Confined to his tiny eight-by-ten jail cell an average of twenty-three hours per day, and with nothing more than a small thirteen-inch black and white television set and a thin mattress atop a concrete slab of a bed to count as luxuries, Gotti was a world away from the personal luxuries and privileges he had enjoyed as Godfather. But Gotti was still the Boss! Even under the harsh and restrictive conditions of prison, John was in control of himself and his environment. His notoriety and influence transcended prison walls, his supporters said. Other inmates, from murderers to terrorists to common street thugs, gave Gotti a wide berth as he swaggered through the prison corridors. Offending or assaulting the head of a major organized crime family is never a smart move for those interested in good health and prosperity - whether in prison or out on the street! Who in their right mind would want to mess with Gotti, the "Boss of Bosses" of the Italian Mafia?

The answer to that question turned out to be nobdody! At least not for the first four years of Gotti's incarceration. But on a fateful day in the Summer of 1996, during one of those rare moments of "recreation" outside of his tiny cell, Gotti met a bold and violent inmate who dealt the Gotti mystique a harsh blow, and left him with a bloody lip, a puffy face, and a bruised ego. Walter Johnson, a Philadelphia bank robber and small-time hoodlum, was a violent and incorrigible convict who was sent to Marion due to his propensity for mayhem. Johnson, who was an African American, seemed the kind of guy who acted in the moment and didn't really give much thought to any resulting consequences. If he had a problem with another inmate, whether it be a two-bit hoodlum or a Mafia boss, Johnson would handle it. He didn't give two shakes about a guys reputation, something that John Gotti was soon to find out.

The trouble all started rather innocently enough. Walter Johnson and John Gotti, along with an assortment of other Marion's finest, were enjoying a rare moment of recreation time outside of their jail cells, along an indoor walkway between the cell tiers. John Gotti, proving that his cockiness and overwhelming sense of self-worth had not been dulled by his years of incarceration, walked towards one end of the walkway. Walter Johnson, apparently minding his own business, happened to cross Gotti's path, and in Gotti's estimation, didn't hop out of the way fast enough or show enough respectful distance. "Get outta my way you f****ng n***er, don't you know who I am?" Gotti allegedly bellowed. Johnson of course knew exactly who Gotti was, but he didn't much care. The joint can be a great equalizer, and to Johnson, Gotti was just another lifer in an orange prison jumpsuit. But for the moment, Johnson moved enough for Gotti to pass. And the exchange appeared to be over.

But Johnson didn't forget the insult. The very next day when the inmates were again taking a recreation break, Johnson walked up to Gotti and punched him right in the face. Gotti, taken by surprise, fell to the ground in a heap, with Johnson piling on top of him raining blows. Unable to mount an offense, Gotti was protecting himself with his uplifted hands as the guards dove in and pulled Johnson off of Gotti. Startled inmates stood in awe and neither helped nor joined in. Gotti, who was bleeding from the lip and mouth, was taken to the prison infirmary; Johnson, after being restrained, was put in solitary confinement. After Gotti was patched up, it appeared that the whole incident was over. Fights, after all, happen all the time in prison. That's nothing new. There's winners and losers, and Gotti happened to lose. End of story! But John Gotti had other ideas. He wasn't about to suffer the indignity of a jailhouse beating at the hands of a lowly criminal and go quietly into the night. In Gotti's mind, Walter Johnson had committed an unforgivable sin, and he had to pay!



And John Gotti, being an experienced and street smart gangster, knew that every prison tends to have a hierarchy; a group of prisoners that tends to exert more of an influence and reach over the general population than others. And Gotti found that group at Marion in the Aryan Brotherhood, a violent white supremacist-based prison gang that has a well-earned reputation for violence and brutality. The Aryan Brotherhood was alive and well at Marion. And it didn't take John Gotti long to make contact with one of the ruling members of the gang who was housed in Marion. According to law enforcement intelligence, Gotti offered as much as $100,000 to the gang to murder his attacker, Walter Johnson. Gotti's offer was gleefully accepted, and Johnson now had a large target on his back. He was going to find out that you don't assault a high-profile inmate like John Gotti without suffering dire consequences!

There was only one problem though. Walter Johnson proved to be an elusive target. Prison authorities, apparently aware of the Gotti/Aryan Brotherhood alliance, kept a watchful and protective eye on Johnson. He was routinely moved and alternated to various sections of the prison, and the Aryan Brotherhood could never isolate him to make a fatal strike. And, to make matters worse, Johnson was eventually paroled and released from prison. John Gotti and the Aryan Brotherhood struck out! Gotti would eventually develop head and neck cancer and be transferred to a federal prison hospital, where he would die in June of 2002.

I want the last 5 minutes of my life back after reading that.

So ALLEGEDLY Gotti got sucker punched and beat up by a much younger man. Then he behaved like a proper lil bitch and paid some low lifes to kill the man. But....it never happened. Then he died. The end.

Yup, Gotti who was nearing his 60s got sucker punched by a black dude half his age and much bigger.. I dont even hold that against him..that shit dont count man.

Why is he a bitch for putting up a contract? That's what Don's do... Boss of Bosses.. A man of that stature dont need to get his hands dirty.

Lol.

You really get an idea of a mould of a person when there idol is john gotti.

[FinitoElDinamita]

Who the fuck said anything about Gotti being an idol? soft motherfuckers..

Im just stating facts about the man. He was a respected figure in the underworld mainly for the fact that he went out like a true gangster. In a world filled with snitches, at least he stuck by his code and kept his mouth shut and that's something he deserves credit for.

As for Walter Johnson, you can't beat up a boss of major crime family and not expect retaliation.. Was Gotti supposed to let that go? smh I know you pampered pussies like Gandaf and Imp dont know much about streets but if Gotti hadnt done anything about it, his reputation on the streets would have took a big hit and that's bad for business.. When you are the head of a family, reputation and cred is everything.

[imp]

Lol.

You from the streets then fella?

What code do you live by?

Seeing as though gandolf and i are pampered pussies.

Go on..tell us more.

[greynotsoold]

John Gotti was only a tough guy relatively speaking. According to the book by Tony 'the greek' Frankos (himself a notorious killer and honest to God tough guy) Gotti was considered weak during his first prison term. He eventually stole something from Harry Konigsberg (another real tough guy and a 300 pounder to boot). Gotti earned respect by not backing down and taking his beating and trying to fight back.

[imp]

At least he had a bit of what he gave out for so many years.

You have some great gangster films and tv series but imho thats as far as it goes.

I dont worship these people and i would be the first to be like sammy the bull or whatever his name is to rat out and save my own skin than do time for anyone else.

[greynotsoold]

At least he had a bit of what he gave out for so many years.

You have some great gangster films and tv series but imho thats as far as it goes.

I dont worship these people and i would be the first to be like sammy the bull or whatever his name is to rat out and save my own skin than do time for anyone else.

I think that Gotti got to the point where there was nobody he could tell on. He was the guy they wanted.

[Violent Demise]

At least he had a bit of what he gave out for so many years.

You have some great gangster films and tv series but imho thats as far as it goes.

I dont worship these people and i would be the first to be like sammy the bull or whatever his name is to rat out and save my own skin than do time for anyone else.

I don't care where you live. Where you grew up. Or what fucking race you are. That right there is what bitch, pussy muthafukkas do. Think about it. This is pretty much what you saying

You and others did wrong together. You got caught. But you're scared of jail. So you tell on the others. They get long sentences. You go home pretending you're still a man.

How the fuck do you sleep at night?

[FinitoElDinamita]

Lol.

You from the streets then fella?

What code do you live by?

Seeing as though gandolf and i are pampered pussies.

Go on..tell us more.

I ran the streets for a long time but not anymore. Times have changed and we are evolving into legitimate businesses. But when you are used to that lifestyle, the street will always be inside you..

And about you willing to snitch.. Why take an oath and run with a family if you are going to sell them out? That's not much different than you walking out on your wife and kids to save your own ass..

ON the flipside, I guess we can't be too quick to judge because nobody knows what they'll do unless theyve been in that situation themselves.. If one is facing 25 years to life and have the opportunity to escape that by snitching, who knows what's going through their mind...

I can say this from experience.. There was an incident with my boys back in 2000 in Irvine.. I was on a trip to Italy at the time while my boys back home got into it with another group.. ONe thing led to another and one of the members from the rival group got killed...

The person who pulled the trigger was my friend Q, but after interogation, my other friend A ended up taking the rap. OBviously Q made up a bunch of lies and blamed it on the other homey and the detective jus ran with with.. Well Q did only 2 years and A got 25+ and still locked up... What amazed me is that even through all this, A who got framed have been keeping his mouth shut.. I really admire this guys because I dont know what I would have done..

At the same time, I never judged Q for what he did because I wasn't in his shoes..

Thing is, nobody knows if a snitch is inside them unless they are facing some hard time.. U just never know