The premise of this book was so intriguing to me that I had to read it. I was already familiar with some of the history of American fascism in the years preceding World War II, but the idea that gangsters took a leading role in opposing the American Nazis was new to me. Benson acknowledges, of course, that the predominant image of Jews versus Nazis comes from the horrors of the Holocaust, but he offers this book as an “additional volume to the Jews versus Nazis story”—one in which the Jews largely got the upper hand.
On the whole, I’m glad I read the book, but I can’t recommend it as enthusiastically as I’d like to. Much of what Benson has written was new to me and quite interesting. He profiles many Jewish (and some non-Jewish) gangsters and describes numerous occasions on which they disrupted Nazi rallies in cities from coast to coast. He also discusses the Nazi youth camps in the United States, which I was unfamiliar with.
According to Benson, it was New York magistrate judge Nathan Perlman who instigated the gangsters’ battle against the Nazis. Perlman asked mobster Meyer Lansky to recruit his gangland cronies to fight the Nazis. Perlman stipulated that they could use their fists but not guns or other lethal weapons.
Benson has organized most of the book geographically, with sections devoted to major cities and regions of the country. Maybe because I’m an east-coast guy, I found the sections that focused on New York City and Newark, New Jersey, to be the most interesting, along with the section on Chicago. In my opinion, as his story moved to other locations, Benson’s introduction of new gangsters and the descriptions of their battles with the Nazis started to become repetitive. A more chronological approach to the story would have made it more coherent for me.
One aspect of the book that began to irritate me the more I read was the casual and often flippant tone in which it’s written. Sometimes it’s amusing, as in Benson’s description of a gangster called Ice Pick Willie looking like “a cross between Edward G. Robinson and Larry Fine, with emphasis on the Stooge.” But at other times, it is distracting, and at least for me, it detracts from the seriousness of the subject. When the managers of various meeting halls claimed they didn’t know the nature of the Nazi meetings, Benson says “they were shocked, shocked to learn that pro-fascist subjects were being discussed.” When anti-semitic radio priest Father Charles Coughlin convinces the FBI that he wasn’t responsible for the activities of his Christian Front organization, Benson says “his ass was saved.” Likewise, HUAC is described as “hounding [the] collective ass” of William Dudley Pelley’s Silver Shirts organization. These aren’t the gangsters or other figures in the book speaking. It’s the author’s voice.
In general, I’m not opposed to books on historical subjects being enlivened by bits of invented dialog and action, so long as they are consistent with the facts as they are known. In an author’s note at the beginning of the book, Benson acknowledges that he going to do this and is also going to adjust the chronology. As a frequent contributor to true-crime reality TV shows, maybe this is just his style. But I think he goes too far on both counts.
I’m giving Gangsters vs Nazis 3 stars, which I see as a compromise between the historical and informational value of the book (4 stars) and the way it’s written (2 stars).