Surviving the Mob

Huntington Press

Las Vegas Nevada

A Street Soldier’s Life Inside
the Gambino Crime Family

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Copyright ©2010, Dennis Griffin, Andrew DiDonato

ISBN: 978-1-935396-27-7

Library of Congress Control Number: 2010934074

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Cover Photos: Brooklyn Bridge & Lower Manhattan skyline ©Mario Savoia/Dreamstime.com; Blood Paper ©ctvvele/Dreamstime.com

Photo Insert Pages: Background, Vintage Postcard ©Mikle15/Dreams-times.com; Courtesy of Andrew DiDonato, pgs. 1, 2, 3, 9, 10 top, and 12; Courtesy of Billy Cutolo, Jr., pg. 4 top; Internet photos, pgs. 4 bottom, 5 top, 6 bottom, 7 bottom, and 8 top; Courtesy of NYPD, pgs. 5 bottom, 7 top, 8 bottom, 10 bottom, and 11; Courtesy of New York Daily News, pgs. 6 top

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This book is dedicated to the three most important people in my life. To my wife Lupe, whose love, kindness, and support have made me into a better person in so many ways. And to my daughter Mia, who has brought me happiness beyond anything I could ever have dreamed of.

And especially to my son Andrew, whom I love and miss more than words can say. The choices I made early in my life didn’t allow me to be there for him as I should have been. I will regret those decisions for the rest of my life. My greatest hope is that through the pages of this book, he will find the long-awaited answers to his questions and come to know who I really am.

Andrew DiDonato

The information in this book was derived from a variety of sources, but primarily from Andrew DiDonato himself. However, many other resources provided valuable information to this project, including the
New York Post, New York Times, New York Daily News, Jerry Capeci’s Gang Land News, Mafia Today, Mafia News Today,
and the websites of the FBI and the United States Department of Justice.

I also want to extend my special thanks to William Cutolo Jr. for his contribution to the discussion of the murder of his father, William “Wild Bill” Cutolo.

Several other people deserve mention, but due to their unique situations or for other reasons, they desire to stay in the background. Respecting their wishes, they will remain nameless, but not unappreciated.

Denny Griffin

In the summer of 2009, I received an email from a lady who said she had a friend—an erstwhile mobster—who had a story to tell. She said if I was interested to give her a call. I did.

During my conversation with the woman, I was told that her friend was a former associate—a street soldier—of the Gambino crime family out of New York City. In 1997 he flipped and became a government witness. He testified at several high-profile Mob trials, including John Gotti Junior’s.

Although he voluntarily left the federal Witness Protection Program, he was still an active witness, who would more than likely have to testify in pending cases. Therefore, his security was an issue. She would only identify him as Andrew. If I wanted to speak with him by phone, she would arrange it. After contemplating her offer for a couple of days, I asked her to put me in touch with him.

Over the next several days, I communicated with Andrew by phone and email. I learned that his last name was DiDonato. He was born in New York City in 1965 into a Mob-connected family. He had been involved in organized crime since he was a teen. His extensive criminal history included everything from illegal gambling to burglary, armed robbery, attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder.
He had served several years in state and federal prisons.

Andrew explained that he had reached out to me because of my previous Mob biography,
Cullotta.
Trust was a major issue with him, and he felt I had proved myself—made my bones, if you will—by co-authoring that book with the onetime Chicago Outfit-connected Frank Cullotta.

Andrew said his goal was to tell the story of life as an associate of an organized-crime family from a street soldier’s perspective. He wanted to show it isn’t the glamorous lifestyle many people think it is, and that when you’re a criminal your actions hurt a lot of people, physically, emotionally, and financially.

I was intrigued by the project, but there was one very important issue that needed to be put to rest before I committed to helping Andrew with his book. I told him that I wouldn’t get involved unless I was sure he would be totally candid and that the book would be factually accurate.

He said we both desired the same things: candor and accuracy. Much of the information he planned to disclose had been verified by law enforcement as part of his deal with the government. Events were also documented in newspaper articles and public records. He would only hold back any information that could impact future legal action against former colleagues in which he may have to testify. Andrew’s answer satisfied me that we were on the same page and he began providing me with documents, articles, photos, and sites where I could find information.

Andrew and I finally met in person in December 2009. In January 2010 we began writing
Surviving the Mob.

In these pages you’ll read extensively about the Gambino crime family. The organization has had many notable bosses over the years, including Carlo Gambino, Paul Castellano, and John Gotti. However, here, the primary focus is on the capo of Andrew’s crew, Nicholas “Nicky” Corozzo.

Nicky Corozzo was born in Brooklyn, New York, on
March 17, 1940. He was one of John Gotti’s chief rivals within the family in the 1980s and rose in power after Gotti’s incarceration in 1992. In 2005, Nicky was recognized by law enforcement as the boss of the Gambinos. So although he may lack the name recognition of some of his predecessors, Nicky Corozzo was a force to be reckoned with in New York organized crime.

After you’ve read this book, you’ll have a much better understanding of how an organized-crime crew functions. You’ll know what types of crimes they commit to make their money and how the proceeds are distributed. You’ll learn about Mob politics and myths, that loyalty goes from the bottom up, but not necessarily from the top down. You’ll experience Andrew’s life on the run from the law, while also being under a death sentence from his former colleagues. And you’ll get a taste of what it’s like to do prison time and to be a government witness.

Denny Griffin

Las Vegas, January 2010

My name is Andrew DiDonato. I was born on November 21, 1965, in Queens, New York. I was raised in Brooklyn in a house between two Mafia social clubs. I grew up under the watchful eyes of the neighborhood wiseguys.

My great-uncle Pasquale “Paddy Mac” Macchiarole was a capo in the Genovese family. When I was 12, Paddy was murdered in a Mob hit. Two months later, his son John was also killed gangland-style. I suppose that being exposed to that kind of violence at such a young age could or should have discouraged me from wanting to live the Mafia life. But it didn’t. Maybe it was my destiny to become a criminal.

In 1979 at the age of 14, I started down that road. I began by stealing radios, tires, and wheels from cars with other neighborhood kids—some of whom later became affiliated with the same Gambino crew I did.

Over the next several months, I added shaking down drug dealers, selling marijuana, and stealing cars to my criminal activities. For a 15-year-old kid, I was making pretty good money.

But my big break in moving up the crime ladder came in 1982. A friend and I got arrested for assault and extortion. You might ask why I say getting busted was a big break. The answer is simple: It brought me to the attention of the criminal
powers that be. It showed that I was serious and ambitious, a young guy with nerve and earning potential. These were all qualities the crime bosses looked for when taking on new blood. My arrest opened the door into the world of organized crime.

For the next 15 years, I was a Gambino street soldier. But I committed crimes with guys from the other New York families too: loansharking, bookmaking, assault, burglary, robbery, bank robbery, counterfeiting, attempted murder, and conspiracy to commit murder. I know now that the things I did hurt a lot of people. But I didn’t realize it then.

The event that eventually led to my second chance in life came in 1996. A friend and I robbed a drug dealer associated with another crime family of $200,000. The repercussions from that score cost the lives of two people and nearly started a Mob war. They also caused me to become a fugitive from justice for 17 months and a target of my own crew and another family. It was during this time I began to see the Mob for what it really is. I became a cooperating government witness in 1997 and am still active in that capacity today. I’m lucky to be alive and I know it.

I’m telling my story not to make myself a hero or glamorize organized crime. On the contrary, I did a lot of bad stuff and nothing I do now can change that. This book isn’t an apology or an appeal for sympathy. It’s an explanation. It’s my chance to lay it all out there and let you see what life as a Mob associate is like from the inside. After you’ve read it, you can reach your own conclusions.

Andrew DiDonato

October 2010

1

At approximately 1:50 on the afternoon of April 8, 1988, an elderly woman named Sandra Raiola was walking on East 2
^nd
Street between Avenues O and P in Brooklyn, New York. This was a residential neighborhood that tended to be relatively peaceful and quiet.

As Sandra walked, she passed two men standing on the sidewalk arguing. A vehicle occupied by a driver was double-parked on the street next to the men. When Sandra neared the corner of Avenue P, she heard a popping noise from behind her, like a car backfiring or a firecracker exploding. She turned around and looked down the street in the direction of the noise. She saw one of the two men who had been arguing lying prone on the sidewalk, screaming, “Help me!” The other man was squatting next to him. Noticing her, the squatting man sprang to his feet and got into the double-parked vehicle. The car then sped past her, ran the red light at the corner of Avenue P, and quickly disappeared from view down East 2
^nd
Street.