(Read part one here.)
“People who say I should go to hell, well, I’m here.”– Nevin Shapiro.
For a notorious rat, Frank Serpico never had much of a loyalty problem.
Long before Rudy Giuliani found his city so starved for perpetrators he had to start cracking down on jaywalkers, in that same Drop Dead decade when Jimmy Burke and his crew (the real-life GoodFellas) ripped off JFK, crime in the New York of the 1970s was at an ignominious apex- both outside and inside the law. A well-oiled arrangement permitted lower level cops to shake down drug dealers and numbers operators for a regular contribution while the brass looked the other way. Not everybody was on the take, but pretty much everybody who wasn’t taking money kept quiet about those who did. Continue reading