By Gravano, Salvatore; Gravano, Karen; Pulitzer, Lisa; Gravano, Salvatore
The daughter of a former Gambino crime kinfolk underboss relates her fight to reconcile identical to her elusive but loving father with that of a murdering mafioso, and stocks how she used to be capable of forge a existence after the reality was once out.
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I didn’t want to think that he might be involved. “Go help your mom clean up,” my father told me at the end of dinner. I cleared the table, and then asked my father if he wanted to watch me ride Snowflake. “No, I’ll come out later,” he said. ” Mom was in the kitchen when I snuck around to the outside of the porch and crawled into my hiding spot. My back was against the wall and I was sitting, “Indian-style,” listening. I’d never done that before, listening in on one of my father’s conversations with his friends.
After both those holdups, he was arrested but managed to escape conviction after witnesses changed their minds about testifying. My father had been a Colombo family associate for two years when he was asked to whack somebody for the first time. He was just twenty-five years old the day he shot his victim, Joe Colucci, two times in the back of the head with a Beatles’ tune playing in the background. The word was that Colucci, a fellow Colombo associate, was going to whack Sammy, so Sammy was authorized by Colombo capo Carmine Persico to take him out first.
We lost touch in our teenage years. I became a “bad” kid, sneaking out and going to nightclubs when I was fourteen. She didn’t do stuff like that, so she hung out with the good kids while I regrouped with the ones who liked trouble. I remember the one time Toniann made me so upset I almost cried. All Italians are very serious about their food, and we Gravanos were no exception. ” She responded with a hurtful taunt, “So there, you’re not Italian! ’” I was in disbelief. I knew I was Italian, and I couldn’t even understand why she was challenging me.
