Posts Tagged ‘Frankie DePaula’

JERSEY BOY The Life and Mob Slaying of Frankie DePaula

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

HardCover: ISBN 978-1450-20639-6 ($30.95)

SoftCover: ISBN 978-1450-20637-2 ($20.95)

Genre: True Crime / Boxing

Publisher: iUniverse Pages: 268  

THE STORY
Hailing from the tough Westside section of Jersey City, Frankie DePaula appeared to be a phenomenon in the making when he stopped all of his opponents’ enroute to claiming a Golden Gloves title in 1962. That Frankie failed to establish a boxing legacy befitting of one imbued with his natural physical endowments and punching talent is one of the largely unsung tragedies of the fight game.   Here for the first time, Adeyinka Makinde, author of the definitive biography of boxing immortal Dick Tiger, tells the remarkable story of a man seemingly possessed of a force of nature; a charismatic pied piper of Jersey City who sold out arenas and inspired such devotion from fans that some were willing to bet their houses on him being victorious. Frank Sinatra sat ringside at several of his bouts, while Frankie Valli and Joe Namath were close friends. But Frankie was also a man whose character flaws would lead him to an early grave.   The book explores the controversial aspects of his life and career including:   . The rumours that his 1969 fight with Bob Foster for the world’s light heavyweight championship was fixed   . His involvement in a notorious $80,000 heist of electrolytic copper   . The precipitous death of his first manager, Pat Amato, whose role was inherited by Mob front man Gary Garafola   . His dalliance with the married step-daughter of a High-ranking member of the Genovese crime family   . Rumours that he was compromised as an informant for law enforcement agencies   . His shooting in an alley, his subsequent disintegration and eventual demise in a charity ward of the Jersey City Medical Center   Although Frankie appeared to some to be a true life exemplar of a character from ‘ Dead End’; a wild and unreconstructed deviant headed for disaster, his life is set against the backdrop of the often times dysfunctional environs of Jersey City, for long the seat of power of an administration dominated for decades by Mayoral potentate Frank Hague and maligned by the corruption of local politicians and the increasing influence of organised crime.   Recounted are Frankie’s exciting tussles with the likes of Charlie ‘The Devil’ Green, Jimmy McDermott and Dick Tiger. Here too are reminiscences of Frankie’s explosive power as a street fighter and the fear he inspired as a Mob collector.   Although prone to being brutish, Frankie could also be big of heart. And while his many sins rendered him as heartless, he was capable of feats of kindness. Tough, but ultimately weak-minded; Frankie’s tale is a cautionary one: a sobering rendition of one man’s capacity for self-destruction

 

THE AUTHOR
Adeyinka Makinde is Nigerian by birth and based in England. He trained as a barrister and is a lecturer in law. He wrote the well-reviewed biography, Dick Tiger: The Life and Times of a Boxing Immortal, which was published in 2005.

 

PRAISE FOR DICK TIGER: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BOXING IMMORTAL
“Makinde’s research is impressive” -Boxing News –Britain  “…a compelling and inspiring read” -The Fist -Australia

 

CONTACT
For further information, interviews or review copies contact:e-mail: thelawacademy@aol.comCell: 44(0)7986-111-776

How Hudson County boxer Frankie DePaula’s murderer was “motivated.”

Friday, February 12th, 2010

A certain Union City figure Owed the Mob $40,000 (which would be equal to at least $250,000 in today’s lite dollars) and had no way to pay it back. The debtor got an offer he couldn’t refuse: knock off Frankie DePaula and then all the IOUs would disappear. A one-way ride was the alternative.

Frankie DePaula ran crew of kid copper thieves.

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010

In addition to his many other talents, Frankie DePaula was Hudson County’s answer to Fagin, the fictional character who trained children for a life of crime. DePaula the boxer headed a gang of boys. One and all stole copper wire from rail yards. As these thefts required a lot of ladder climbing, perhaps minors — weighing only a fraction of adults — were more agile and thus better suited to the overhead work.

The use of children as instruments by criminals was not unknown in Hudson County. Small time burglars would break into a location by boring a small hole in a wall. A skinny kid then could squeeze through and simply unlock and open a door from the inside.

Hudson County organized criminals — Numbers runners in particular — did steer clear from involving juveniles. In the days of easily purchased “understanding,” an adult nabbed with Numbers generally could evade jail time. A charge of contributing to the delinquency of a minor was a paradigm shift that resulted in a nasty conviction with a serious sentence. This very well might have been an echo of Frank Hague’s legacy of Puritanical practice. It also might have been the Hudson County legal system’s way of getting even with those not playing “fair.” Numbers bankers were expected to buy protection for their runners from the law. Using kids to evade risk was breaking the rules.

Frankie Depaula preys on predators.

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

When a teenager, Dennis (as luck would have it, brother to Tommy, a local dealer in rare powders) was one of the few White residents of the Duncan Avenue projects in Jersey City. One day, for recreation, a group of local youth began to pummel Dennis who tried to escape. Frankie Depaula spotted the lone runner being chased by an ill-willed group. The gang caught up with the winded Dennis and proceeded to assault him. From behind, one-by-one, Depaula grabbed an unsuspecting would-be tough guy. The boxer then assailed the assailant, delivering a knockout punch to the surprised delinquent’s head. Quickly, the bunch of bad guys were all stretched out on the sidewalk with Dennis and Depaula the only ones left standing.

Hudson County’s version of a spa

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

Frankie DePaula supposedly said “If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.” What he failed to mention was that for the well-heeled malefactor the local hoosegow was Hudson County’s version of a spa. For a price, all amenities were available. The boxer himself, while serving a sentence, spent the nights carousing at Union City clubs. In a Hudson County Cinderella story, DePaula had to return to the lockup before dawn. The day then was spent sleeping away any ill effects of the previous evening.

Those not able to afford a nightly let loose, at a somewhat reduced rate might still enjoy the company of the opposite sex. To all those inside looking out, the presence of women was made quite obvious by occasional laughter and other unmistakable vocalizations.

Harold “Kayo” Konigsberg’s canary song caused the curtain to fall on the shenanigans at the local jail. One observer commented that he never could understand why Konigsberg ratted out the warden, “’cause the man always was good to him.”

Frankie DePaula knocked Don Nagle out cold during a bar-room brawl in a Union City.

Sunday, October 18th, 2009

Jersey City Police Officer Don Nagle (now deceased) is widely acknowledged as having been one of the pioneer martial artists in the United States. Nagle’s Karate school was the first of its kind on the East Coast. Despite his black belt fighting prowess, not every match was a win. The boxer (and eventually rubout victim) Frankie DePaula knocked Don Nagle out cold during a bar-room brawl in a Union City Transfer Station club.

A very drunk Don Nagle was bounding about the Rag Doll (a Union City Transfer Station club) throwing kicks that just barely missed the heads of frightened patrons. Frankie DePaula snuck up behind Don Nagle and then tapped him on the shoulder. As the drink-benumbed and unsuspecting Nagle dropped his guard to turn around, DePaula hit Nagle with a solid punch, not only knocking him out, but also sending him flying right out the open door. As everyone feared a very mad Nagle suddenly waking up fighting, the Karate expert lay in the street in the rain.