Quotes from Charles Brandt

one time when we were at the Friendly Lounge they introduced me to Skinny Razor, and I got started doing it on my route. It was easy money, no muscle, strictly providing a service for people who had no credit. This was before credit cards when the people had nowhere to go for a couple of bucks between paychecks.

As I learned the ropes I learned that for many good and sound reasons the bosses and the captains sent a guy to whack you who was your friend. The obvious factor was that the shooter could get close to you in a lonely spot.

Wednesday night was the night that you went out with your wives, that way nobody was seen out with his cumare, his mistress, whatever you want to call it. Everybody knew not to be out with their cumare on Wednesday night. It was like an unwritten rule.

By coincidence I ran into my kid brother, Tom, on the dock in Le Havre, France, in October 1945.

Thinking about what my brother said to me on the dock in Le Havre makes me wonder if he was looking into my soul. I knew something was different about me. I didn't care anymore about things. I had been through practically the whole war; what could anybody do to me? Somewhere overseas I had tightened up inside, and I never loosened up again. You get used to death. You get used to killing. Sure, you go out and have fun, but even that has an edge.

The Army gives you $100 a month for three months. The men who didn't go seem to have all the good jobs and you just go back to where you came from and try to pick up where you left off. I went back to live with my parents in West Philly and back to Pearlstein's to pick up where I left off as an apprentice. But I couldn't handle being cooped up in a job after living outdoors all that time overseas.

Now I understood why Russell would ask me to drive him to different places and wait for him in the car while he did a little business in somebody's house or in a bar or a restaurant. They did all their business in person and in cash, not over the phone or with banks. Russell Bufalino was as big as Al Capone had been, maybe bigger. I couldn't get over it. I

Many a morning I found myself waking up in America and being surprised to find myself in a bed. I had been having nightmares all night long, and I didn't know where I was. It would take me awhile to adjust, because I couldn't believe I was in a bed. What was I doing in a bed? After the war I never slept more than three or four hours a night. In

As hard as it is to believe today, people didn't really know that there was a mob organization in those days.

did a lot of wine drinking overseas. I used the wine over there the way the jeeps used gasoline. And I kept it up when I got back home. Both of my wives complained about my drinking. I often said that when they put me in jail in 1981 it was not the FBI's intent, but they saved my life. They only have seven days in a week, and by the time I went to jail I was drinking eight. That

That's how it worked in theory, but in reality nearly everybody was in on the deal and got a little piece of the pie for looking the other way. Before

After the war, it just seemed natural to take what you could take wherever you could take it. There was only so much blood you could sell for $10 a pint. I

out-of-court settlement. I tried to be easygoing again like I was before I went in the war, but I couldn't get the hang of it. It didn't take much to provoke me. I'd just flare up. Drinking helped ease that a little. I hung around with my old

I got a little carried away one day and sold my entire load of meat on my way to a delivery in Atlantic City. I put the seal on my lock after the whole load of meat was transferred to the guy. When I got to Atlantic City the seal was broken by the manager and there was no meat inside and I was mystified.

But what was it all about? Ego, that's all. There was no love there. Just a lot of drinking and a lot of ego. Both of them will kill you. They

And under the contract, management couldn't fire a Teamster unless they had certain grounds. They had none. Stealing was grounds only if they could prove it. Besides, I worked hard for them when I wasn't stealing from them. But

Russell said something in Sicilian about stormy weather conditions that roughly translates into "You never can tell how things are going to work out. The weather's in God's hands." I

Y-Y-Yeah, and I d-do my own carpentry work, too." I was embarrassed because I was stammering. "That's what I wanted to hear. I understand you're a brother of mine." "That's right." I was keeping my sentences short and my words few. "Local 107. Since 1947." "Our friend speaks very highly of you.

The best thing, and the most important thing the labor movement cannot do without, and must have and fight to keep, is solidarity.

think they would have done to him

We hung up and I thought, boy, he's a speaker. For a minute there, I thought it was Patton.

That's right, yeah. I told him I'd be in Detroit tomorrow. I better start driving right now." "Don't be in such a hurry," Russ said, and handed me the envelope that he had placed on the table when he sat down. "Go ahead, open it." In it was a plane ticket to Detroit and a pile of $100s. All

Jimmy did a lot of business with our friends, but he always did it on Jimmy Hoffa's terms. That pension fund was the goose that laid the golden eggs. Jimmy was close with Red Dorfman out of the Chicago outfit. Red got the Waste Handlers Union in Chicago in 1939, when the president of that union got whacked. They say Red had Jack Ruby with him as the other officer in the union. That's the same Jack Ruby who whacked Lee Harvey Oswald.

Red had a stepson named Allen Dorfman. Jimmy put Red and Allen in charge of union insurance policies, and then he put Allen as the man to see for a pension fund loan. Allen was a war hero in the Pacific. He was one tough Jew, a Marine. He was stand-up, too. Allen and Red took the Fifth a grand total of 135 times during one of those Congressional hearings they used to have.