In an interview with The Telegraph, Barbara Kuklinski, (wife of notorious ‘Iceman’ Richard Kuklinski) gives insight into what it was like living with a mass murderer.
Throughout their marriage, Richard Kuklinski had used the façade of the suburban family man – an usher at Mass every Sunday, barbecues by the pool in the summer, annual trips to Disneyworld – to conceal a litany of killing. There were murders committed in anger, others just for fun and still more for profit. For 20 years, he had made his living as one of the most proficient and prolific contract killers in the history of organised crime, a professional hitman whose claims of freezing his victims’ bodies to outfox forensic experts led the media to nickname him the Ice Man.
Today, Barbara Kuklinski lives in a small flat in the basement of a white shingled house in suburban New York State, which she shares with her younger daughter Christin and her boyfriend, and three dogs. At 71, she suffers from arthritis of the spine and a cluster of other chronic illnesses she believes stem from the years she spent living in the shadow of her husband. A nurse visits once a week. Outspoken and direct, Barbara prides herself on her intelligence and strength of will: “Don’t ask my opinion,” she says, “if you don’t want the truth.”
Barbara first met Kuklinski when she was just 18, fresh from high school and newly employed as a secretary at Swiftline, a New Jersey trucking company. A clever, popular girl with a sarcastic sense of humour, her idea of living dangerously was taking a flask of rum out on a Saturday night so she and her friends could spike their Cokes before going for Chinese food and a movie. Barbara had wanted to go to art school, but when she accompanied a friend to an interview at Swiftline and ended up being offered a job herself, she took it. Richard worked on the loading dock there. He was seven years older than Barbara, married with two young sons but, nevertheless, she agreed to go out with him on a double date.
“He was the perfect gentleman,” she says. “We went to the movies and then we went for pizza, and he got up and played Save the Last Dance for Me on the jukebox.” The next morning he turned up at her house with flowers and a gift, and she agreed to a second date. “And that was the end,” she says now.
Barbara had never really had a boyfriend before, and she was flattered by the attention: when she left work in the evenings, she would find Richard waiting for her with flowers; he was charming and courteous, constantly at her elbow. And although he wasn’t Italian, her family came to like him. Yet as the months passed, Barbara gradually realised she had become isolated from her friends, and rarely saw anyone but Richard. Sitting in his car one day after work, she gathered the courage to tell him how she felt: that she was only 19 and wanted the space to see other people. Richard responded by silently jabbing her from behind with a hunting knife so sharp she didn’t even feel the blade go in. “I felt the blood running down my back,” she says. He told her that she belonged to him, and that if she tried to leave he would kill her entire family; when Barbara began screaming at him in anger, he throttled her into unconsciousness.
Throughout their years together, Richard’s obsessive attachment to his wife never diminished, and, as befitted a dedicated country and western listener, he was both feverishly jealous and mawkishly romantic. He nicknamed Barbara “Lady” and, when they went out to dinner together, often phoned ahead to ensure that the Kenny Rogers song of the same name would play in the restaurant as they walked in.
But his mood could switch in an instant. During their marriage, he blackened her eyes, broke her ribs, shattered furniture and – with almost superhuman strength – tore the fabric of the house apart with his bare hands. Often, the murderous rages came upon him for no reason at all: they might have a wonderful dinner together, he would bring her a cup of tea before bed, “and the next thing I know it’s two o’clock in the morning,” she explains, “there’s a pillow on my face: ‘Tonight’s the night you die!’” Kuklinski’s violence against his wife caused two miscarriages, and the children eventually began to intervene when they feared that he might otherwise kill her.
“I used to call it anger – it was way beyond anger. He was sick. And there were times when I begged him to seek help,” she says. Unsurprisingly, he refused to take medication or see a psychiatrist. When Christin was 16 or 17 she and Barbara plotted to poison her father. Eventually, they realised they just couldn’t do it. For one thing, Kuklinski often handed scraps of his food to the family’s beloved Newfoundland to eat; but it gave them both hope for a while. “I wished him dead, every day,” Barbara says. “During the best of times, I wished him dead.” (SOURCE)
Publishing this satirical video (via electricalice) so that I can also take the chance and give you a fewlinks to the recent joint operation between Italian police and FBI to uncover ‘Ndrangheta drug trafficking in the USA. That quote couldn’t be more accurate.
Annie collects stuff: PSDs that can be used for crime or mafia themed roleplays
So, this began as a simply format I was looking for a little anon that is working on a mafia slash crime themed roleplay. Sadly after hours I couldn’t find the exact PSD they wanted but I did find some great PSDs that can be used perfectly. Each one of them has a link to the full post and a brief description of each and the changes that can be done to make each one of them perfect. Once again, I do not own any of these posts, I am just collecting them for you, guys…
It’s funny how, even after years of being obsessed with The Godfather, and being an ardent watcher of other mob-related entertainment like the Scorsese catalogue, The Sopranos and Boardwalk Empire and so on, I STILL don’t think I really understand how the Mafia works.
The times have changed, the United States is no longer the pristine image of justice it once was. The sale and purchase of human beings has become a regular occurrence all over the black market. The government was almost obsolete, they were paid to look the other way while big mafia crime bosses ran all of the cities. The police had no real power anymore either; they were just around for show, a mocking image of safety. In New York City the Krushnic clan ran everything, anything bought or sold in NYC somehow came back to the Russian clan. The clan was composed of four brothers: Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel, and Castiel, each with their own subset of the Family Business under their control. Together they ran NYC as a single effective unstoppable machine.
Or when Castiel buys Dean, and their lives together.