The Westies: Inside New York’s Irish Mob by T.J. English is such a wild, unhinged, and unbelievably true recounting of the history of 20th century Hell’s Kitchen and the Irish-American gangs that ran its streets until the 1980s. English’s writing is far from traditional nonfiction storytelling. Instead, it reads like you’re sitting in the dark corner of an old saloon—the air is smokey, you’re a few cheap drinks in, the tabletops are sticky, and a grisly New York gangster is regaling you with tales of extortion, racketeering, loansharking, and murder.
Lots of murder.
Hell’s Kitchen has had a long history of Irish immigrants being bullied by Irish gangsters, from the Gopher Gang of the late 1800s, to Prohibition’s Owney “The Killer” Madden, to none other than the last gentleman gangster, Mickey Spillane. But none of these criminals were quite so ruthless and brutal as the likes of two poor kids born and raised in the old neighborhood in the 1940s—Jimmy Coonan and Mickey Featherstone. It’s these two young men that English covers in The Westies, from Coonan’s moving in on Spillane’s territory, his aggressive takeover of the neighborhood, Featherstone’s teaming up with and becoming Coonan’s righthand and muscle, and all of the chaotic violence, lawbreaking, and death that followed.
English’s ensemble cast also includes such infamous gangsters, bookies, and loansharks as Ruby Stein, Joseph “Mad Dog” Sullivan, Eddie “The Butcher” Cummiskey, Tom “The Greek” Kapatos, Jimmy McElroy, Billy Beattie, Richie Ryan, Kevin Kelly, Kenny Shannon, and Billy Bokun. He retraces the origin of how the Westies became known for “doing the Houdini” with their victims, how they bankrupt the Intrepid museum, ran the docks and local teamsters, when old-time beefs with Italian-American mafias were turned on their head once Coonan took over Hell’s Kitchen and started getting friendly with the “greaseballs” (much to the aggravation of his Irish brethren), and the murder that ultimately caused Featherstone to become an informant and be the downfall of the last Irish mob of New York City.
I really loved this book. Not the content, per se, as these people were just some of the lowest and most terrible, who perpetuated a near endless cycle of both disorganized and organized crime, but the history of this New York neighborhood, its everyday working citizens, and how English presents his seemingly endless knowledge on the topic of American crime. The writing is easily digestible, captivating, and, as English notes: features dialogue that is taken directly from transcripts and wiretaps, as well as some dramatic re-creation, when testimonies or recollections were found to be conflicting.
For readers interested in true crime or more current New York historical events, and for those with a strong stomach for descriptions of violence, drug use, and plenty of coarse language, I highly recommend picking up English’s expert writing.