San Sebastian Avenue
When I came home to 40 Anderson Street, I found three men with sledge hammers knocking down load-bearing walls to a building built in 1797. They were doing this to get our apartment building condemned, so we could be moved out. There was a deal to buy four buildings on Beacon Hill. Ours was part of the deal, that entailed cutting off our head in December.
“What are you doing?”
A big guy came at me with hammer in hand.
“Are you John Presco?”
“Yes!”
“Well, we got a bullet with your name on it. I highly suggest you move out!”
“That may be so. But, I dont see any work permit. Im calling our attorney!”
Our attorney was on it. The Judge stopped the destruction until a work permit was gotten. Several days later, I see Mr. Sledge across the street counting bills into the hand of the building inspector. This went against everything I believed in. I understood if I informed our attoerny what I saw – I really could get..
MURDERED!
I called our attoerney. All work was stopped.
June 10, 2025
A half hour ago I watched Pete Hesgeth selling our military down the drain for His Big Boss, who instigated the Jan. 6h, Insurrection and pardoned those who took part – and were convicted! They were Christened –
ABOVE THE LAW!
Pete’s Neo-Confederate Jesus-Cult just made a huge mistake. His Dictator outlawed all Civil Rights History, and honoring the Emancipation. But, many Southern Histories says the Civil War was fought over…..
STATES RIGHTS
What does Vance have to say about His Big Boss Man employing Marines. Isn’t the VP big on States Rights – and his family graveyard? Above is the headstone of the great grandson of Captain Samuel Rosamond, who fought alongside the Swamp Fox. How many millions of Americans support Trump in all he do, believing they come from – the same Patriotic Roots?
I had visited the U.S.S. Constitution, and was deeply moved. I considered the Boston Mafia. Were they Italians and Sicilians? They come to this county, and decide amongst their ilk, that they don’t have to follow – OUR LAWS! They considered themselves a Nation within a Nation.
I misplaced the name of the Hodge brothers dressed in Confederates uniforms. They look to be sixteen and seventeen. What do they got in their hands? Do they know their grandfathers fought the most skilled Army in the world – and won? They fought with the Cherokee – and now….
THE HATERS OF STATE RIGHTS?
You better get your story right! Why should I or my people be afraid of Gangsters with guns?
John Presco
The doctrine of states’ rights, a recurring theme of South Carolina political thought, is composed of two elements: a belief that the U.S. Constitution is a compact formed by states that retained their sovereign status; and a belief that powers not specifically granted by the Constitution to the national government remain in state hands.
The Angiulo brothers (Italian: [ˈandʒulo]), were the leading Italian-American crime group from Boston’s North End, from the 1960s until the mid 1980s. Also, the street crew extended into East Boston, Roxbury, Waltham, Newton, Watertown, parts of Revere, and all other predominantly Italian American neighborhoods in Eastern Massachusetts. Their criminal organization was dubbed “In-Town”, because one had to go in to town to visit the Angiulo Brothers.
| 98 Prince Street, the Angiulos’s “dog house” headquarters[1][2] | |
| Founded by | Gennaro “Jerry” Angiulo |
|---|---|
| Founding location | Boston, Massachusetts, U.S. |
| Years active | 1960–mid 1980s |
| Territory | North End, Boston, U.S. |
| Ethnicity | Italian American |
| Membership (est.) | 7 |
| Activities | Murder, extortion, gambling, loan sharking, obstruction of justice[3] |
| Allies | Patriarca crime family |
The brothers were Antonio, Donato, Francesco, Gennaro, Michele, Nicolo, and James Angiulo. They were born in North End, to Italian immigrants Cesare and Giovannina (née Femiani) Angiulo. During the 1940s, Cesare and Giovannina Angiulo operated the “Dog House”, a mom-and-pop convenience store and luncheonette at 98 Prince Street.[4] Giovannina took over the family business when Cesare died.[5] The “Dog House” was also the family home and became the Angiulo brothers’ headquarters.[6][7]
Two Angiulo brothers look on as a jury inspects 98 Prince Street
Saving Dottie Witherspoon – Again!
Posted on February 11, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
Dottie Witherspoon almost became Christine’s sister-in-law. She may have fathered my child the Seers said I had. They saw two faint leaves on my rose. A year later, my sixteen year old daghter appear in my life for the first time.
The doctrine of states’ rights, a recurring theme of South Carolina political thought, is composed of two elements: a belief that the U.S. Constitution is a compact formed by states that retained their sovereign status; and a belief that powers not specifically granted by the Constitution to the national government remain in state hands. The second principle derives from the Tenth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, which states that “the powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively, or to the people.” State-reserved powers were designed to discourage undue concentrations of power in a distant national government. On May 23, 1788, the South Carolina ratification convention strongly recommended passage of such an amendment.
During the sectional controversies before the Civil War, John C. Calhoun contended that states as sovereigns could nullify federal laws that exceeded the powers granted to the national government by the compact. Calhoun cautioned that this powerful instrument of interposition should be used only as a last resort when an unconstitutional act of the national government was “clear and palpable” and “highly dangerous.” On November 24, 1832, a South Carolina convention declared the federal tariffs of 1828 and 1832 “null and void” amid charges that they would be economically devastating to the South by protecting northern manufacturers by raising levies on imported goods. This interposition was rescinded following a compromise tariff negotiated by Calhoun, but an 1833 convention nullified the “Force Bill,” which President Andrew Jackson had lobbied through Congress to back enforcement of federal laws.
Defying the Boston Mafia
Posted on February 12, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
Above is me in 1971. I lived on Beacon Hill in this apartment building. I had unlimited guts. I took on the whole world.
In 1971 my attorney told those who refused to move out of our home on 40 Anderson Street, a four story building on Beacon Hill, to move to the top floor for our safety. I was in a legal battle with the brother-in-law of the head of Boston’s Mafia, and they were losing. This guy was a top-notch attorney. The owner of the grocery store down the street who liked me, said;
“They want their building back. They will hurt you.”
When I heard the door being kicked in on the main floor, I rushed downstairs to find the door to the old managers apartment knocked off its hinges. Then I heard the awful sound of the squatter’s three month old black lab having its throat cut. I shouted;
“Get out there!”
There was silence, and then this question;
“Are you the manager?”
“Yes! Get out!”
“You come in here!”
“We got something for you!” said the second voice.
When I refused, they came out carrying bloody knives. I stood my ground. Just them, Shaheb let out a long blast from his horn. He was on the steps with three of my neighbors. These demons folded their knives, walked passed me with smirks on their face, and were out the door. I rushed to find the puppy. I almost fainted when I saw its blood smeared on every wall. I went in search of her and found her body stuffed behind the toilet. I picked her up. She was still warm. I began to cry. I began to wipe her blood off the walls before her owners came home. When they did, I was still crying because it was my vanity, our vanity, that killed her. She was completely innocent. She didn’t have a clue about the battle for the building she lived in. She was happy. She was horrified by the cruelty inflicted on her. I will forever hear her cries.
We won our case. No one likes killers of puppies. Not ever the mob bosses. This is when Shaheb told me he was considering getting guns to fight for the building that was sold in auction to a family construction company who never made the changes they said they were. It took all the light I could muster to talk Shaheb out of a armed stand-off.
Jon Presco
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Rosamond Press 
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