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No competing mill, no dam that would create a water supply to their competitors or ruin
their own selling of water, was allowed to be built in their corner of Sicily. A powerful
landowning baron once tried to erect his own mill strictly for his personal use. The mill
was burned down. He called on the carabineri and higher authorities, who arrested three
of the Bocchicchio Family. Even before the trial the manor house of the baron was
torched. The indictment and accusations were withdrawn. A few months later one of the
highest functionaries in the Italian government arrived in Sicily and tried to solve the
chronic water shortage of that island by proposing a huge dam. Engineers arrived from
Rome to do surveys while watched by grim natives, members of the Bocchicchio clan.
Police flooded the area, housed in a specially built barracks.
It looked like nothing could stop the dam from being built and supplies and equipment
had actually been unloaded in Palermo. That was as far as they got. The Bocchicchios
had contacted fellow Mafia chiefs and extracted agreements for their aid. The heavy
equipment was sabotaged, the lighter equipment stolen. Mafia deputies in the Italian
Parliament launched a bureaucratic counterattack against the planners. This went on for
several years and in that time Mussolini came to power. The dictator decreed that the
dam must be built. It was not. The dictator had known that the Mafia would be a threat to
his regime, forming what amounted to a separate authority from his own. He gave full
powers to a high police official, who promptly solved the problem by throwing everybody
into jail or deporting them to penal work islands. In a few short years he had broken the
power of the Mafia, simply by arbitrarily arresting anyone even suspected of being a
mafioso. And so also brought ruin to a great many innocent families.
The Bocchicchios had been rash enough to resort to force against this unlimited power.
Half of the men were killed in armed combat, the other half deported to penal island
colonies. There were only a handful left when arrangements were made for them to
emigrate to America via the clandestine underground route of jumping ship through
Canada. There were almost twenty immigrants and they settled in a small town not far
from New York City, in the Hudson Valley, where by starting at the very bottom they
worked their way up to owning a garbage hauling firm and their own trucks. They
became prosperous because they had no competition. They had no competition
because competitors found their trucks burned and sabotaged. One persistent fellow
who undercut prices was found buried in the garbage he had picked up during the day,
smothered to death.
But as the men married, to Sicilian girls, needless to say, children came, and the