I'm on the Favara side, BUT, even if the neighborhood kid wasn't a mafioso's kid, I'm doing my best to get a different vehicle right away.

We don't know their finances or if that would have even been possible, but I would sure try. Then again, maybe he did try.

This is an area that shows the ruthlessness and bad side of law enforcement when it comes to groups targeted under RICO. We are to believe thet are the worst of the worst, as they often are, but when an innocent citizen runs afoul through chance, there is nothing in place to help them.

These things are so few and far between, would anyone seriously have a problem with some of our tax money helping him get a different car and asap into a different residence?

Instead it's most likely sorry can't help, since you are of absolutely no value to us and our case, unless they kill you. Then you have value. You have witnessed nothing.

With ALL the government in place, and the billions over the years in spending, there is nothing to help someone like this. So on one hand we are to trust government and DA's, yet when you need protection from the same group through no fault of your own, go fuck yourself.

If I'm wrong on any of this please enlighten me.

The account by Vcki Gotti published by the New York Post isn't as kind as Junior's.

METRO
Gotti: The day our boy was stolen away
By Post Staff Report

September 28, 2009 | 4:00am



TRAGIC LOSS: Frankie Gotti n mom Victoria's lap surrounded by siblings (clockwise from above left) Angel, John and Victoria. The boy was fatally mowed down on his bike at the age of 12 by a driver on March 18, 1980. The driver, a neighbor of the family, vanished months later.
Released from prison in 1977, John Gotti was quickly rising through the ranks of the Gambino crime family on his way to becoming “boss of all bosses.” Even in his home life, the underworld big shot knew how to throw his weight around. When his second son, Frankie, didn’t make the cut of his school football team, Gotti visited the coach, and later that day, the decision was reversed. But on March 18, 1980, as Frankie anticipated joining the team, Gotti family members’ lives would be changed forever. Here, in the second of four installments from Victoria Gotti’s new memoir, “This Family of Mine,” is the story of their tragic loss. Click here to see the Gotti family photo album.

The day before his first foot ball practice, March 18, 1980, my little brother Frankie, 12, was so excited he couldn’t eat or sleep. He took a shower and came running into my room and asked if he could borrow my hair dryer.

I, too, was in a rush. He was so impatient that he left the house with wet hair.

Later that afternoon, after school, he met a few neighborhood friends and went out to play. He couldn’t wait to tell them the news. He’d finally made the team.

Coming out of a McDonald’s near our house, I saw them on their bicycles.

I stopped and said something to him like, “It’s late and you know you have to be home for dinner at 5 or Mommy will be pissed.”

He nodded and took off down the avenue.

Mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner and feeding my baby brother, Peter, then 4 years old. I ran upstairs to quickly change and head back to the kitchen to do my usual chores. I also relieved Mom and finished feeding Peter.

The phone rang four times before I was able to pick up the receiver. “Vicki, this is Marie Lucisano — your brother’s had an accident. Don’t worry.”

She went on to add, “He’s OK — I think he just broke his leg.”

Just as I was frantically tying my shoes, my mother came flying down the stairs sensing something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” she screamed.

“Frankie’s been hit by a car. Marie Lucisano called. It happened in front of her house,” I said.

Before I could even stand up, Mom was running the four or so blocks to the Lucisanos’ house on 87th Street. The ambulance was already on the scene and things were far worse than just a broken leg.

My brother had borrowed another kid’s minibike and was riding in a construction site near the side of the road. But that dreadful day, a drunken driver was speeding down the avenue and struck my brother.

The driver dragged him some 200 feet before angry neighbors stopped the car, pounced on his hood, and stopped him from crossing the avenue.

“Don’t you even realize you have a kid under the wheels of your f- – -in’ car?” one neighbor, Ted Friedman, recalled yelling out.

According to the neighbor, the driver, John Favara, then stopped the car. Another neighbor reached in and grabbed his keys, shutting the ignition off and pointed to my brother’s near-lifeless body under the front wheels.

My brother’s blood seemed to leave a trail down the entire block, leading up to the now-parked car.

Favara jumped from the car and started yelling, “What the f- – – was he doing in the street?”

According to the neighbor, “The driver of the car was angry, not remorseful.” Ted Friedman later told me the guy was belligerent — a real a- -hole until he realized the kid trapped under his wheels was John Gotti’s son. Favara then appeared to be “dazed and confused,” according to eyewitnesses.

My mother ran to Frankie, knelt and was cradling his head, screaming his name over and over, “Frankie, it’s Mommy — can you hear me? Frankie, Mommy’s here.”

Of all the things she could remember, it was “the look of abject fear in his eyes.”
https://www.google.com/amp/s/nypost.com/2009/09/28/gotti-the-day-our-boy-was-stolen-away/amp/

The account by Vcki Gotti published by the New York Post isn't as kind as Junior's.

METRO
Gotti: The day our boy was stolen away
By Post Staff Report

September 28, 2009 | 4:00am



TRAGIC LOSS: Frankie Gotti n mom Victoria's lap surrounded by siblingsu (clockwise from above left) Angel, John and Victoria. The boy was fatally mowed down on his bike at the age of 12 by a driver on March 18, 1980. The driver, a neighbor of the family, vanished months later.
Released from prison in 1977, John Gotti was quickly rising through the ranks of the Gambino crime family on his way to becoming “boss of all bosses.” Even in his home life, the underworld big shot knew how to throw his weight around. When his second son, Frankie, didn’t make the cut of his school football team, Gotti visited the coach, and later that day, the decision was reversed. But on March 18, 1980, as Frankie anticipated joining the team, Gotti family members’ lives would be changed forever. Here, in the second of four installments from Victoria Gotti’s new memoir, “This Family of Mine,” is the story of their tragic loss. Click here to see the Gotti family photo album.

The day before his first foot ball practice, March 18, 1980, my little brother Frankie, 12, was so excited he couldn’t eat or sleep. He took a shower and came running into my room and asked if he could borrow my hair dryer.

I, too, was in a rush. He was so impatient that he left the house with wet hair.

Later that afternoon, after school, he met a few neighborhood friends and went out to play. He couldn’t wait to tell them the news. He’d finally made the team.

Coming out of a McDonald’s near our house, I saw them on their bicycles.

I stopped and said something to him like, “It’s late and you know you have to be home for dinner at 5 or Mommy will be pissed.”

He nodded and took off down the avenue.

Mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner and feeding my baby brother, Peter, then 4 years old. I ran upstairs to quickly change and head back to the kitchen to do my usual chores. I also relieved Mom and finished feeding Peter.

The phone rang four times before I was able to pick up the receiver. “Vicki, this is Marie Lucisano — your brother’s had an accident. Don’t worry.”

She went on to add, “He’s OK — I think he just broke his leg.”

Just as I was frantically tying my shoes, my mother came flying down the stairs sensing something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” she screamed.

“Frankie’s been hit by a car. Marie Lucisano called. It happened in front of her house,” I said.

Before I could even stand up, Mom was running the four or so blocks to the Lucisanos’ house on 87th Street. The ambulance was already on the scene and things were far worse than just a broken leg.

My brother had borrowed another kid’s minibike and was riding in a construction site near the side of the road. But that dreadful day, a drunken driver was speeding down the avenue and struck my brother.

The driver dragged him some 200 feet before angry neighbors stopped the car, pounced on his hood, and stopped him from crossing the avenue.

“Don’t you even realize you have a kid under the wheels of your f- – -in’ car?” one neighbor, Ted Friedman, recalled yelling out.

According to the neighbor, the driver, John Favara, then stopped the car. Another neighbor reached in and grabbed his keys, shutting the ignition off and pointed to my brother’s near-lifeless body under the front wheels.

My brother’s blood seemed to leave a trail down the entire block, leading up to the now-parked car.

Favara jumped from the car and started yelling, “What the f- – – was he doing in the street?”

According to the neighbor, “The driver of the car was angry, not remorseful.” Ted Friedman later told me the guy was belligerent — a real a- -hole until he realized the kid trapped under his wheels was John Gotti’s son. Favara then appeared to be “dazed and confused,” according to eyewitnesses.

My mother ran to Frankie, knelt and was cradling his head, screaming his name over and over, “Frankie, it’s Mommy — can you hear me? Frankie, Mommy’s here.”

Of all the things she could remember, it was “the look of abject fear in his eyes.”
https://www.google.com/amp/s/nypost.com/2009/09/28/gotti-the-day-our-boy-was-stolen-away/amp

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. Yeah Junior pretty much disputed this nonsense

JC Crusher...terrible a fucking tragedy...

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. I’m sure he did try. Just like those who may say “He should have moved away immediately”. Sadly real life Is not like the movies. When you have a family it takes time to find a new home and move no matter how fast you do it. I can tell you from experience. He still did it pretty damn quickly. Within four months he found a house and was about to buy it. He also tried several times to apologize and was assaulted by Victoria Gotti Sr. The poor guy was in a no win situation. Even by some miracle he was able to move his family out sooner Gotti would have still found a way to go after him. Remember Richard Red Bird Gomes was apart of the hit team so Gotti had help even outside the Gambino Family

I've never heard of Richard Red Bird Gomez...?

Does anyone know if any of the witnesses statements were ever entered into any reports? I've never seen anything like that before...

Redbird,Ouimette and Gotti Sr also all did time together at Lewisburg Federal Prison...

. Correct. I think I posted a picture not too long ago if Gotti meeting some of the RI guys including Redbird. I always imagine how fearful Favara must have felt hen that was happening.

9 on 1 against a 50 something year old civilian ..took a lot of balls ha
Not the first time. There’s a wiretap of Gotti talking about when he beat the shit outta of a guy he later found out was a cop. He said “ I stuck the gun in his mouth but he couldn’t talk, he was crying like a fucking baby”. His usual way of handling civilians .....

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. Yeah he was a piece of shit you could tell that by listening to the jail tapes from the 90’s

9 on 1 against a 50 something year old civilian ..took a lot of balls ha
Not the first time. There’s a wiretap of Gotti talking about when he beat the shit outta of a guy he later found out was a cop. He said “ I stuck the gun in his mouth but he couldn’t talk, he was crying like a fucking baby”. His usual way of handling civilians ......

9 on 1 against a 50 something year old civilian ..took a lot of balls ha
Not the first time. There’s a wiretap of Gotti talkingy about when he beat the shit outta of a guy he later found out was a cop. He said “ I stuck the gun in his mouth but he couldn’t talk, he was crying like a fucking baby”. His usual way of handling civilians ......

Correct also told his daughter to tell “tell the mother, if this gets back to the grandfather, he’s nuts..he’ll stuff him in a barrel, do you wanna wake up in the morning and don’t see your son no more, is that what you desire, do you want us to cut his tongue out of his mouth”..this man of honor was talking about an 8 year old!

Every person doing time in a federal prison is told “your visits and phone calls are being monitored and recorded”.
And even though the videos were short they were mostly 3 straight unedited minutes of him just talking...he was a gutter street thug that was a witty and charismatic sociopath, veering between grandiosity and his feelings of inadequacy...the classing warring traits in predatory sociopaths

Jace does your husband or man speak to you that way?. Just wondering why “she” plays devils advocate no matter what..

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Correct also told his daughter to tell “tell the mother, if this gets back to the grandfather, he’s nuts..he’ll stuff him in a barrel, do you wanna wake up in the morning and don’t see your son no more, is that what you desire, do you want us to cut his tongue out of his mouth”..this man of honor was talking about an 8 year old!

Every person doing time in a federal prison is told “your visits and phone calls are being monitored and recorded”.
And even though the videos were short they were mostly 3 straight unedited minutes of him just talking...he was a gutter street thug that was a witty and charismatic sociopath, veering between grandiosity and his feelings of inadequacy...the classing warring traits in predatory sociopaths

Jace does your husband or man speak to you that way?. Just wondering why “she” plays devils advocate no matter what...

Former Lucchese capo Paul Vario's rape victim.

Former Bonanno boss Carmine Galante's alleged rape victim.

Alleged Bonanno boss Michael Mancuso's murdered wife.

These aren't lowly associates. Along with guys like Furnari, Scialo and Franzese, these are guys at the very top of the mafia food chain committing crimes against women.

Then you have Vincent Gigante's brother diddling children, and no doubt having his brother help hush it up.

Yet guys like NYMafia will skim over all this while waxing lyrical about how great these people are.

I commented on Gotti, not you, don't cross the line with me. How a boyfriend or anyone speaks t me is not something you should ask or bring up. Knock it off, I don't make i personal, please don't do it with me either .

9 on 1 against a 50 something year old civilian ..took a lot of balls ha
Not the first time. There’s a wiretap of Gotti talking about when he beat the shit outta of a guy he later found out was a cop. He said “ I stuck the gun in his mouth but he couldn’t talk, he was crying like a fucking baby”. His usual way of handling civilians ......

Is anyone else surprised the police or feds didn't put a tail on Favara for about a month?

The can’t do it without evidence of a specific threat or it can fall into harassment. The rules go both ways or they can be misused. Yes it’s a sad and fucked up story but the police aren’t the ones at fault here. That poor bastard was a dead man the moment his car hit the boy

. They did warn him of a potential threat. In reality cops can’t put a tail on just anyone. Gotti knew well enough that the feds were using surveillance on him. In 79 they were serving the Race Ute for se real months. That’s why Gotti took his family to Florida to crate an alibi and he orders his guts to take out Favara while he was away