Connolly of course is the former FBI agent convicted of, among other crimes, tipping off pals James “Whitey” Bulger and Stephen “the Rifleman” Flemmi that the law was headed their way, warrants in hand. Flemmi was caught and sang himself hoarse, but the ever-elusive Bulger remains at large.
David challenges the conventional tale of a solitary G-Man gone bad. Punch the dry wall, he says, and you will discover that the rot runs disturbingly deep. He also questions the Feds’ current murder case against Connolly, built as it is on the testimony of wiseguys like Flemmi or notorious mob-executioner John Martorano, who despite rubbing out 20 people now walks among the free.
Accusations that the government is extracting “shaky testimony” in exchange for “sweetheart deals” is certainly worthy of further debate and discussion, especially given the tenor of the times. Please, make an effort to read David’s article and leave a comment or question for him to respond to.
On a lighter note, last year I collaborated with David on an online feature about the rebirth of the notorious Charles Street Jail as the five-star luxury Liberty Hotel. One afternoon he plopped on my desk a manila folder thick with police profiles of the establishment’s guests in the days before the complimentary overnight shoeshines. The material was but a pittance of David’s prized cache of documents accumulated during his years sleuthing throughout the Hub’s criminal underbelly. I knowingly chuckled when in the Boston Magazine piece I read the fleeting references to Joe the Seagull, Ronnie the Pig, Jimmy the Bear, Romeo the Goat, Joe the Horse, as I can still distinctly recall this period when a very animated David first introduced me to some of those very same wiseguy noms de guerre that could have easily come from a child’s primary reader.