
At the end of the 1920s, Al Capone was at the pinnacle of his success. The Outfit brought in more than $100 million a year, all of it cash. The business was centered on selling beer, liquor and prostitution but also included ownership of gambling establishments, dog tracks, dance halls, roadhouses and other resorts.
But, the tides changed for Al Capone after the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre.
Before that day, Chicago had been willing to tolerate him because, whether it was illegal or not, the people wanted what he was selling. As Al himself said, "Nobody wanted Prohibition. This town voted six to one against it. Somebody had to throw some liquor on that thirst. Why not me? I give the public what it wants. I never had to send out high-pressure salesmen. I could never meet the demand."
But after February 14, 1929, all that seemed to change. The newspapers were full of accusations, and the public was quick to react. No one wants to live in a lawless town, and Al Capone had come to symbolize recklessness and an utter disregard for order that went unchecked by the authorities.
Of course, the police, lawmakers, and judges would probably have been happy to continue turning a blind eye to the Outfit's operations indefinitely because they benefited from the speakeasies in payouts, booze and good times. But once the public, spurred on by the media, was in a furor, the leaders of Chicago sensed they had to put a stop to Capone or risk losing their power.
When Deirdre Marie Capone, the author of "Uncle Al Capone," asked her Grandfather Ralph, who was Al's partner in The Outfit, what happened on February 14, 1929, here is what he said:
"Al and I had to work hard all the time not to get ourselves killed," Ralph said, "we had a business to run, and the whole family depended on the money from that business. There were many people who were trying to take our business away from us, and there were many people who wanted to see us dead."
When asked about the St. Valentine's Day Massacre," Ralph shook his head pointedly. "Al did not plan it," he said firmly. "In fact, that's the last thing he would have wanted. He was furious when he heard about it. He phoned me and was really steaming. He said, 'That crazy bastard McGurn! What's he trying to do, crucify me?'" Al was in Florida at the time and left one of his partners, Jack "machine gun" McGurn, in charge.
Before Al had left for Florida, he was worried about the activities of a rival bootlegger and head of the North Side gang, Bugs Moran. McGurn had told Al he could handle Moran. And McGurn came back with, "Nothing to worry, boss. Leave it to me, I'll take care of him."
Then, after the massacre hit the papers, Al exploded to Ralph over the phone. "So what does he do?" He ranted. "He mows down seven people at once! This kind of thing can ruin us. The Tribune and the rest of the press will never get off this. Sure as hell they're already blaming me for it, even though I'm over a thousand miles away in Florida. And the guys back east aren't gonna be happy about this either. They'll never believe I didn't plan the whole mess. And to top it off, he didn't even get Moran. That son of a bitch is still walkin' around Chicago. Ralph, this is a nightmare. Wake me up, will ya?"
Ralph said, "The day after I talked with Al, I confronted McGurn and told him how pissed Al was with him. You know what he said? He said, 'God damn it, Ralph, I swear I didn't do it. Hell, if I'd had done it I would have done it right. Gimme some credit. I'm a professional. I know Moran like I know the back of my hand. If he wasn't there do you think I would have mowed down those other people? They weren't even his key men.
Anyway, on the thirteenth, your kid brother Matty and I noticed a car, full of cops, driving slowly past the garage headed south. Then a couple of minutes later it comes back in the other direction. When they drove past the third time, I said, That's it, Matty, we're gettin' the hell out of here. I swear to God that's the last time I was near that garage. If you don't believe me, ask Matty.'
'Listen Ralph,' McGurn went on. 'Here's the way I got it figured. Those cops were out to get Moran. I heard rumors that some cops were hijackin' his booze and Moran was gonna rat them out to his captain friends on the force. I can't prove it, but I think those cops did the shooting. Hell, they probably thought Moran was one of the guys they blasted.'"
A historian, David Ward, published an excellent and well-documented book called "Alcatraz-The Gangster Years." It includes a section about the slaughter on N. Clark Street. In it, Ward disclosed an announcement made by Frederick D. Silloway, the local prohibition administrator, shortly after the massacre. He was quoted in the newspapers as saying, "The murderers were not gangsters. They were Chicago policemen. I believe the killing was the aftermath to the hijacking of 500 cases of whiskey belonging to the Moran gang by five policemen six weeks ago....I expect to have the names of these five policemen in a short time. It is my theory that in trying to recover the liquor, the Moran gang threatened to expose the policemen and the massacre was to prevent the exposure."
In a recently published book, "Get Capone" by Jonathan Eig, the same evidence was uncovered.
It is easy in business and politics to find yourself "railroaded." Here is what Al Capone said about that, "I was willing to go to jail. I could have taken my stretch, come back to my wife and child, and lived my life. But I'm being hounded by a public that won't give me a fair chance. They want a full show, all the courtroom trappings, the hue and cry, and all the rest. It's utterly impossible for a man my age to have done all the things I'm charged with, I'm a spook, born of a million minds."
Deirdre Marie Capone: Uncle Al Capone - The Untold Story from Inside His Family