Our protagonist, Mimi, was a good artist and expected to be admitted to the Academy. But when she came down with Tuberculosis, her grand expectations fled along with her health. Paint fumes were fatal. And so she experienced the first major disappointment in her life. For poor Mimi, things never got better. But her father had big plans involving moving the family from Palermo to America, and the family reluctantly said goodbye to the old country and moved to New York. How was Mimi to know that her father’s patron was a racketeer, and all his money was fraudulant? How was she to know that her talent had already attracted attention, and this whole move was driven by her potential to counterfeit money? As a good Italian girl, she did what her father said. And she was also driven by pride in her work. She knew she could produce a better product than the inferior $5 bills the gang was passing. However, her first introduction to the New York underworld was not very auspicious:
CLUTCH’S SALOON WAS ON Prince Street. After the pretty row houses with the manicured gardens on Doctors Row, I expected Prince Street to be the home of, well, princely, or at least well-appointed buildings. But the buildings were run down, with broken windows and crumbling masonry. Children in rags ran up and down the street, shoeless, their faces smudged with dirt.
Pappa pointed to the shimmery ooze of sludge that ran along the curb. “Pick up your skirts.”
We looked up and down the street until he pointed to a storefront with a sign with Saloon above the door. “That must be it.”
It didn’t take long for Mimi to become disillusioned with her father and their sponsor back home, especially when her Pappa was arrested and sent to prison for five years. Desperate to pay the bills, she clandestinely joined forces with the accomplished Stella, an independent operator—for lack of a better word. Stella took Mimi under her wing and they created their own private counterfeiting business. They printed many thousands of dollars and Mimi yearned to take it and run away from home. But loyalty to her undeserving family kept her from leaving. And then it was too late. This is not a happy story, and lessons were not learned in the end. Nobody was redeemed. I suppose that’s what the underworld is all about. We certainly see the seamy side of early 20th century gangland.