Posted on 04/09/2010 4:10:02 AM PDT by canuck_conservative
Edited on 04/09/2010 6:40:30 AM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
ALINSKY: .... I moved over to the table next to the cashier, exchanged a few words with her and then finished my coffee and got up to pay. "Gee, I'm sorry," I said, "I seem to have lost my check." She'd seen that all I had was a cup of coffee, so she just said, "That's OK, that'll be a nickel." So I paid and left with my original nickel check still in my pocket and walked a few blocks to the next cafeteria in the same chain and ordered a big meal for a buck forty-five -- and, believe me, in those days, for a buck forty-five I could have practically bought the [expletive deleted by mod] joint. I ate in a corner far away from the cashier, then switched checks and paid my nickel bill from the other place and left. So my eating troubles were taken care of.
But then I began to see other kids around the campus in the same fix, so I put up a big sign on the bulletin board and invited anybody who was hungry to a meeting. Some of them thought it was all a gag, but I stood on the lectern and explained my system in detail, with the help of a big map of Chicago with all the local branches of the cafeteria marked on it. Social ecology! I split my recruits up into squads according to territory; one team would work the South Side for lunch, another the North Side for dinner, and so on. We got the system down to a science, and for six months all of us were eating free. Then the bastards brought in those serial machines at the door where you pull out a ticket that's only good for that particular cafeteria. That was a low blow. We were the first victims of automation....
Anyway, I found out that criminology was just as removed from actual crime and criminals as sociology was from society, so I decided to make my doctoral dissertation a study of the Al Capone mob -- an inside study.
PLAYBOY: What did Capone have to say about that?
ALINSKY: Well, my reception was pretty chilly at first -- I went over to the old Lexington Hotel, which was the gang's headquarters, and I hung around the lobby and the restaurant. I'd spot one of the mobsters whose picture I'd seen in the papers and go up to him and say, "I'm Saul Alinsky, I'm studying criminology, do you mind if I hang around with you?" And he'd look me over and say, "Get lost, punk." This happened again and again, and I began to feel I'd never get anywhere. Then one night I was sitting in the restaurant and at the next table was Big Ed Stash, a professional assassin who was the Capone mob's top executioner. He was drinking with a bunch of his pals and he was saying, "Hey, you guys, did I ever tell you about the time I picked up that redhead in Detroit?" and he was cut off by a chorus of moans. "My God," one guy said, "do we have to hear that one again?" I saw Big Ed's face fall; mobsters are very sensitive, you know, very thin-skinned. And I reached over and plucked his sleeve. "Mr. Stash," I said, "I'd love to hear that story." His face lit up. "You would, kid?" He slapped me on the shoulder. "Here, pull up a chair. Now, this broad, see . . ." And that's how it started.
Big Ed had an attentive audience and we became buddies. He introduced me to Frank Nitti, known as the Enforcer, Capone's number-two man, and actually in de facto control of the mob because of Al's income-tax rap. Nitti took me under his wing. I called him the Professor and I became his student. Nitti's boys took me everywhere, showed me all the mob's operations, from gin mills and whorehouses and bookie joints to the legitimate businesses they were beginning to take over. Within a few months, I got to know the workings of the Capone mob inside out....
PLAYBOY: Didn't you have any compunction about consorting with -- if not actually assisting -- murderers?
ALINSKY: None at all, since there was nothing I could do to stop them from murdering, practically all of which was done inside the family. I was a nonparticipating observer in their professional activities, although I joined their social life of food, drink and women: Boy, I sure participated in that side of things -- it was heaven. And let me tell you something, I learned a hell of a lot about the uses and abuses of power from the mob, lessons that stood me in good stead later on, when I was organizing.....
We took a photograph, opening his eyes first, then rushed back to the studio to develop it. We carefully retouched it to eliminate all the bullet holes, and then had it hand-tinted. The next morning, I went back to the wake and presented the photograph to Mrs. Massina. "Dumas gave this to me just last week," I said, "and I'd like you to have it." She cried and thanked me, and pretty soon word of the incident spread throughout the gang. "That Alinsky, he's an all-right motherfucker," the kids would say, and from that moment on they began to trust me and I was able to work with them, all because of the photograph. It was an improvised tactic and it worked.
PLAYBOY: It was also pretty cynical and manipulative.
ALINSKY: It was a simple example of good organizing. And what's wrong with it? ....
PLAYBOY: How does a self-styled outside agitator like yourself get accepted in the community he plans to organize?
ALINSKY: The first and most important thing you can do to win this acceptance is to bait the power structure into publicly attacking you. In Back of the Yards, when I was first establishing my credentials, I deliberately maneuvered to provoke criticism. I made outrageous statements to the press, I attacked every civic and business leader I could think of, and I goaded the establishment to strike back .....
If Alinsky ain’t burnin’ in hell right now just color me shocked.:(
bait the power structure into publicly attacking you.
Ok...we can check that one off the list....
LOL
PLAYBOY: It was also pretty cynical and manipulative.
ALINSKY: It was a simple example of good organizing. And what's wrong with it? ....
Notice the counter-challenge by Alinsky? The interviewer already told him "what's wrong with it".
But the interviewer sheers off and changes topics. What odds this wasn't something Alinsky has done 1000 times before?
We can't fight as dirty as the Democrats because we don't appreciate wallowing in slime, but we should do something to fight against those neo Communists.
The end certainly doesn't justify the means, but if we're dealing with opponents who practice that then we should have some means that we would not employ in ordinary decent lives.
Life is rife with low down pond scum like Alinsky and Soros. Being like them is not the goal, I hope.
We don’t need to employ the same tactics. We have the truth on our side. And truth will out!
What we must continue to do, over and over again, is get the truth out. We must make sure that we educate the public. We tell the truth. We make sure that kids know what’s in the Constitution and the Declaration. We make sure our countrymen understand the “soul” of man — that he is flawed and will easily fall to the dark side.
People love the story of good and evil. They always root for good. They want to be on the “right” side. It’s up to us to make sure they know we are the right, the truthful side.
Hillary & O’s spiritual leader
,/p> Alinsky's last quote in the interview touched on that location
From the article
ALINSKY:....Let's say that if there is an afterlife, and I have anything to say about it, I will unreservedly choose to go to hell.
PLAYBOY: Why?
ALINSKY: Hell would be heaven for me. All my life I've been with the have-nots. Over here, if you're a have-not, you're short of dough. If you're a have-not in hell, you're short of virtue. Once I get into hell, I'll start organizing the have-nots over there.
PLAYBOY: Why them?
ALINSKY: They're my kind of people.
Saul Alinsky died a few months later, on June 12, 1972.
Later read bump.
I’m sure his cockiness has since cooled.
Obviously, the guy was a full-blown psychopath, completely incapable of normal empathy with other people.
I rather doubt his cafeteria story; one would think that the waitresses would be smart enough to know that he was handing them the wrong check.
I hope he goes to heaven with the Mormons like Saddam in South Park.
I am sure he didn’t believe in heaven or hell.
Among the stupidest things people say is that hell would be more interesting, or more sociable, than heaven.
In hell, everyone hates everyone else. There’s no “fun.”
[Saul Alinsky died a few months later, on June 12, 1972]
Anyone interested in how he died? According to records he collapsed and died on the street from heart failure.
Convenient reason . . .
Or did the mob get angry with him?
We are discussing tactics here. Good tactics in a given situation are good tactics.
Here is the link to the start of the Playboy article. Click on the link at the bottom to go to the next page:
http://www.progress.org/2003/alinsky3.htm
If the link is not set would someone else properly code it?
Rot in hell Alinsky, and say “Hi” to your hero Lucifer.
Alinsky: small-scale grifter
Obama: world-class grifter
It's all there, isn't it? Anyway - thanks for posting a road map to what is happening before our own eyes, in our own country, in our own time.
Wonder if he’s so cavalier about those comments now? Some people are just born rotten.....:(
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