FREE BRUTAL: THE UNTOLD STORY OF MY LIFE INSIDE WHITEY BULGERS IRISH MOB PDF Kevin Weeks,Phyllis Karas | 320 pages | 05 Apr 2007 | HarperCollins Publishers Inc | 9780061148064 | English | New York, United States Brutal: The Untold Story of My Life Inside Whitey Bulger's Irish Mob by Kevin Weeks Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date. For a better shopping experience, please upgrade now. Javascript is not enabled in your browser. Enabling JavaScript in your browser will allow you to experience all the features of our site. Learn how to enable JavaScript on your browser. NOOK Book. Brutal is the most revealing and chilling true crime story that I have ever read. Home 1 Books 2. Read an excerpt of this book! Add to Wishlist. Sign in to Purchase Instantly. Members save with free shipping everyday! See details. Jimmy and I, we were unstoppable. We took what we wanted. And we made people disappear—permanently. We made millions. And if someone ratted us out, we killed him. We were not nice guys. I found out that Jimmy had been an FBI informant inand my life was never the same. When the feds finally Brutal: The Untold Story of My Life Inside Whitey Bulgers Irish Mob me, I was faced with something Jimmy would have killed me for—cooperating with the authorities. I pled guilty Brutal: The Untold Story of My Life Inside Whitey Bulgers Irish Mob twenty-nine counts, including five murders. I went away for five and a half years. I was brutally honest on the witness stand, and this book is brutally honest, too; the brutal truth that was never before told. How could it? Only three people could tell the true story. With one on the run and one in jail for life, it falls on me. About the Author Kevin Weeks is out of prison and living a clean life in Massachusetts. Phyllis Karas is the coauthor of two previous books. 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When the feds finally got me, I was faced with something Jimmy would have killed me for—cooperating with the authorities. I pled guilty to twenty-nine counts, including five murders. I went away for five and a half years. I was brutally honest on the witness stand, and this book is Brutal: The Untold Story of My Life Inside Whitey Bulgers Irish Mob honest, too; the brutal truth that was never before told. How could it? Only three people could tell the true story. With one on the run and one in jail for life, it falls on me. By South Boston standards, my childhood was surprisingly normal. I grew up in the Old Colony Housing Project, the fifth in a family of six kids, with two older brothers, two older sisters, and one younger sister. The odds were good with a family of six in Southie that one would run afoul of the law. I was that one. Our apartment on 8 Pilsudski Way, apartmentwas about 1, square feet, with four small bedrooms, a parlor, and a kitchen. My parents were in one bedroom; we three boys were in the other. My older sister Maureen had her own bedroom, and Patty and Karen shared theirs. I was born on March 21,and, at fifty, am two years older than Karen, who is the youngest of the six of us. Billy, at fifty-eight, is the oldest. All eight of us ate dinner together in the kitchen. While I never saw my mother without the crutches her arthritis made necessary, she made sure there was more than enough food for all of us to eat. Our clothes might not have been brand-new, but they looked fine. I never remember wanting for anything. My father, John, changed tires for a living and later worked for the Boston Housing Authority. He grew up in Brooklyn, joined the army as an infantryman during World War II, and was a professional boxer, a middleweight. He had been pretty good at it. A throwback, a big puncher, he was the type of guy who would take two of your punches just to land one of his. He was twenty-six when he married my Brutal: The Untold Story of My Life Inside Whitey Bulgers Irish Mob, Margaret, who was from Boston. My maternal grandparents came to Boston from Ireland, while my father was Welsh and Irish. My father had Brutal: The Untold Story of My Life Inside Whitey Bulgers Irish Mob real bad temper and was always in a bad mood. He ran our house strictly. We all went to bed early and got up early. He was very physical with all of us. He was quick with his hands, but you never knew why or where they would strike. Now do something. Not only did he hit his kids, you never knew when you would see him in the street fighting a neighbor. With us, he was a strict disciplinarian who often went over the line in his forms of discipline. As a result of the beatings I got from him, I never touched my own sons when I became a father. My mother had a hard life. She was in constant pain from her severe arthritis and had numerous back and knee operations. Both my parents were voracious readers, and books and school were important parts of our lives. Until grade four, I went to the Michael J. Perkins School, right in the Old Colony projects, at the top of my street. For the next two years I was at the Patrick F. Gavin School on Dorchester Street. All of these were public schools. Jack, whom we all called Johnny while we were growing up, is four years older than me. He was an altar boy. Back then, Mass was still in Latin, and that had no appeal for me. My mother stayed home, and the priest used to come to the house once a week to give her communion. But even more than books and religion, my father made sure that boxing ruled our family life. From as far back as I can remember, I boxed. Whether we wanted to or not, my brothers and I boxed. Every night we would move the furniture in the parlor and the three of us boys would box in the living room. My gloves were hand-me-downs from my brothers and were practically bigger than me. Chuvalo was the Canadian heavyweight champ who used to take a lot of punches but would never quit. That was why I liked him. It was fun to get out of the house to travel to swim meets. In high school, I was a diver for the swim team. I enjoyed the exercise, but, like with every sport I did, I always tried to win. Every summer, from ages seven to seventeen, I left the city and went to Boys Club camps down the Cape or all over New England. But I was also happy living in the city. Southie was a great community to grow up in.