The Havana Conference
Fences
The Mob
By Stephen L. Wilmeth
People
wanted to gamble, we helped ‘em gamble; The needed booze, cigarettes and meat
durin’ the war, we took care of that. Sure, here and there we would squeeze
some guys, but on the other hand, look at all the money we was puttin’ in
circulation just from other good businessmen buyin’ our protection … There
wasn’t a politician or a cop who could hold on to none of the money we paid him
off with … they spent it as soon as they got it, and that was very good for the
American economy.
Lucky Luciano
The Havana Conference
Fences
Pepe and I
spent the week working on fence.
To those
who have never worked on a 90-year-old fencing infrastructure, the byword is hands.
It is a time that gloves are necessary. They aren’t just a mechanism to keep
your hands soft and your fingernails clean akin to city dwellers. They keep you
in the game to return the next day and the next to keep progress positive.
They also
protect you from the dreaded woes of barbed wire. It is no secret I detest
barbed wire, but it is a necessary evil that keeps our world organized to the
extent possible. There is an interesting corollary, though, in long stretches
of working on historical barbed wire fences. The array of different wire and
the discovery of the craftmanship that went into those old fences is
fascinating.
Today, the
extent of new wire is framed around the selection of two point, or four point,
or Gaucho wire, and the wilderness of active law of the federal Specifications
for Structural Range Improvements. In the days of the Depression, the
discussion had to have been more first-generation esoterica with pony barbs,
2-Point Baker, 2-Point Glidden, Western Union transitions, and double bitted
saddle axes.
Nonetheless,
a mile of repaired fence stands in the morning sun behind us, and it will hold
a cow.
That isn’t
at all what the Border Patrol is feeling.
It’s interesting
staring into the eyes of border agents these days. There is seemingly 500 acres
of open space in those blank stares as they return your gaze. As I go through
the I-10 checkpoint each morning, the waves from familiar faces is an indicator
of common ground. These fellows are sensing their government (and in this case
their employer) is not listening to them. They don’t know any more than we do
why the figure head in the White House has opened the gates to all comers,
indeed, to the 120 countries whose citizens have paid the fees to cross the
southern American border this year.
Hell,
welcome to our world, boys (and girls)!
Like us,
though, the Border Patrol does understand the essential nature of fences for
the purpose of keeping our lands and our homes safeguarded and managed. They
also know that the current administration officials were briefed and informed
about the strategies that were working prior to January 20 when the Democrat standdown
order was issued.
The
question now isn’t why the administration is standing in juxtaposition with
anti-American defense strategies because words are not going to change their
position. They know what they are doing and any matter of our side of the
discussion being reinterpreted to make a difference to them doesn’t matter at
all.
Something
else is in play, and … the inner workings are likely horrifying.
The
Havana Conference
In 1946,
the various family leaders and their trusted consiglieres of the Mob were
called to a grand meeting in Havana, Cuba.
It was there
that new strategies were to be discussed and it was there that the idea of the
Boss of Bosses was supposed to take place. In a nutshell, cowboy talk would
have described it as a big junta where the Italian and Jewish underworld mobsters
were going to talk wilder turkey.
Change was
in the air, but the old guard standing in the way was antagonistic to moving
into junk (drugs) and certainly wanted nothing to do with overtly moving into
government. The reality was that they had theretofore handled government with
bribes and mordida. The raucous laughter that resulted when Luciano winked at
Meyer Lansky following the opening remark hereinabove was indicative of that
truth.
History
will show that Luciano’s reign as the Boss of Bosses was not just short lived it
was largely ceremonial and nonexistent. The new wave led by Vito Genovese
prevailed and drugs became a world changing endeavor. It was so important to
organized crime that our southern border couldn’t then, and certainly now, can’t
be closed.
The greater
question about government, though, looms.
The Mob
In the
book, Killing the Mob, the authors leave the reader with the distinct
impression that The Mob has been reduced dramatically in form from the heights
of its former influence into its structure of the modern era.
Is that
true?
The counter point becomes narcotics. Nobody can say the Mob declined to deal in drugs to honor God Father Lucky’s preference to stay out of that arena. Why then can the idea the Mob declined to infiltrate and take over government be discounted? By simply arraying the great profit centers of the modern era makes the whole concept plausible. The emergence of the NEA, the abortion industry, the prescription drug conflagration, the cornering of the press, the eruption of NGO and agency star chamber kingdoms, global warming, and now the COVID center ring eventing all reek of profiteering and historical mobster tactics on a scale unimaginable … except certain minds that once came together in Cuba.
Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New
Mexico. “The Biden administration along with the primary Italian and Jewish bosses
of congress have paid an estimated $1.3B to border wall contractors to hold in
place nonwork on binding contracts. Remember, Trump was going to be impeached
for transferring similar amounts of defense funds to the border for continued
construction.”
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