“Chicago is, and always has been, a grim, violent city, a tough city of many tongues and curiously Chicago is proud of this description.”
This was the blurb on my guidebook to Chicago Crime.
I was on holiday, revisiting my hometown of Chicago. I was passing Holy Name Cathedral, which was on my list of crime sights. I walked up to the cornerstone of the church and touched the bullet hole from the North side gangster’s assassination in 1926. Hymie Weiss to be specific.
Before I walked away, another fella followed me and touched the bullet hole and smiled wickedly. He was a heavy-set chap with a round face, heavy eyebrows, dark eyes and thick lips. There was a slight mark on his left cheek. He was wearing a black suit with white tie and two-toned shoes.
When he was finished stroking the bullet hole he approached me and said:
“That’s where O’Banion’s old flower shop was, right across the street,” he pointed his chubby finger.
I backed away from him, wondering why this stranger was talking to me.
He continued:
“Weiss and his side kick drove to his office above the flower shop. They parked the car and walked past the church. Then Tommy gun fire came from the third floor window of that nearby building. The spray of bullets tore away portions of the church’s cornerstone. As you can see the hole remains today.”
He walked back and touched the bullet hole again and said:
“Pedestrians scattered screaming as the shots broke the silence. Weiss took ten bullets and died at a nearby hospital. His side kick died instantly.”
The stranger then walked away laughing, and seemed to disappear into the distance.
I stood frozen to the spot for a minute. I wondered was this Edward G. Robinson look-a-like really the ghost of the leader of the “Chicago Outfit”, Al Capone?
Did I have a hallucination because of all the crime stories in my head?
My guidebook stated that the police chief announced after the Weiss shooting:
“If people have to be killed, it’s good that the gangsters are killing themselves. It saves trouble for the police!”
I walked away wondering:
DO DEAD MEN TELL STORIES?
Good that you get back to Chicago from time-to-time ,Dave
My knowledge of the city is mainly gleaned from
Frank Sinatra ….{^_^}
Phillip Beardmore said:
“We were warned NOT to walk around more than possible in Chicago!”
And there’s me thinking Chicago was a lovely place. It’s not often you hear a story from the villain’s perspective. I wonder if truly evil people actually realise they are evil, or do they think they are simply misunderstood?
Back in the day, gangsters were known as nice people, who you could be friends with but you shouldn’t do business with them. I have spoken to many people who knew gangsters and that’s what they all said. One lady I know was the secretary for a gangster in New York. She knew what he was but he was always nice to her and that’s how she judged him. I’ve met a few. I can say the same thing.
Dead people do tell stories. Gangsters are
misunderstood in their minds. Jim and I
were friends with one of them when we
were young. I do believe every city has them.
That doesn’t mean the city is that bad.
Also I agree with what Tom says.
Guess I didn’t read this one. I like it! Did you really visit Chicago lately? Used to work and live there, but now enjoying living where it’s quiet. Good tale!
It’s been a couple of years since I visited Chicago. But I did touch the bullet hole then!