DEM: Biosketch
DEM: Biosketch
This is an updated version of the Preface to the 2020 Third Edition of my memoir, Confessions of a Guerrilla Writer: Adventures in the Jungles of Crime Politics, and Journalism. (Dan E. Moldea)
For most of my adult life since 1974, I have worked as a fiercely independent investigative journalist who has concentrated, for the most part, on investigations of organized crime—a really stupid way to make a living. During my turbulent career—which has now yielded ten true-crime books—I was widely known as one of the most relentless freelance reporters in America.
But, refusing to take a punch without fighting back, I made nearly as many enemies as friends, burning as many bridges as I had built. Along with my probes of the Mafia, I had taken on such powerful institutions as the Teamsters Union, the National Football League, the National Rifle Association, the Los Angeles Police Department, MCA, the Reagan White House, the FBI and the U.S. Department of Justice, along with the U.S. Department of Education, the legal and illegal gambling communities, the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal, the Washington Post, Fox News, Kenneth Starr and the Office of the Independent Counsel, and both the political left and right wings, as well as a variety of politicians, white-collar criminals, and murderers.
My career-long obsession revolves around the 1975 disappearance of former Teamsters president Jimmy Hoffa during which I exclusively interviewed the top suspects in the case, live and in person. In fact, I view myself as Ahab and the Hoffa case as my white whale.
I was also the first reporter to present the case that Hoffa—along with Carlos Marcello, the boss of the New Orleans Mafia, and Santo Trafficante, the Mafia boss of Tampa—had engineered the murder of President John Kennedy in 1963, “a straight mob hit.”
A year after I revealed this in my 1978 book, The Hoffa Wars, the U.S. House Select Committee on Assassinations released its final report, insisting that Hoffa, Marcello, and Trafficante, among others, had the “motive, means, and opportunity” to kill the President. The chief counsel of the committee flatly stated, “The mob did it. It’s a historical fact.”
Notably, if Allen Dulles had bothered to mention to his colleagues on the Warren Commission in 1964, “Hey guys, I should probably tell you that while I was director of the CIA, we were working with the Mafia to kill Fidel Castro,” then that stunning piece of essential information would have certainly provoked a whole new avenue of investigation. In my opinion, this omission of fact fatally corrupted the CIA, which actively covered up its relationship with the underworld—although I do not believe that the CIA played any institutional role in the killing of the President.
To be sure, I have investigated numerous conspiracies. However, I believe that any reasonable definition of “organized crime” is that it is conspiracy crime, enterprise crime, and crime by association. Conspiracies come with the territory.
My subsequent news-breaking books about the contract killing of an Ohio businessman (1983), the Mafia’s penetration of Hollywood and the corruption of Ronald Reagan (1986), and the influence of organized crime in professional football (1989) were equally controversial but also led to wider investigations.
Since the release of my book about the NFL and the Mafia, I have warned that legalized gambling will cause a proliferation of illegal gambling and organized crime activities, adding that legalized sports gambling would inevitably cause the destruction of college and professional sports.
And I made a world-class prediction on ABC News Nightline in September 1989 that the NFL would fully embrace and profit from the betting action. After the tragic decision by the U.S. Supreme Court in 2018 that paved the way for legalized sports gambling nationwide, my controversial prediction was vindicated.
With regard to my 1995 book about the 1968 murder of Senator Robert Kennedy, I did conclude that the LAPD had arrested the right man. However, because of all the police errors, the existing evidence gave civilian critics of the official investigation, like me, ample opportunity to claim that the senator had been killed by a conspiracy.
In the end, twenty-seven years later, I solved that case—because, for the first time, I explained what the LAPD could not: Why the crime-scene evidence had given the illusion that two guns had been fired—when, in fact, Sirhan Sirhan, whom I interviewed extensively, had acted alone.
I later wrote equally solid books, concluding that football star O.J. Simpson had also acted alone when he allegedly killed his ex-wife and a friend of hers in 1994 and that Deputy White House Counsel Vincent Foster had acted alone when he committed suicide in 1993. I published those books in 1997 and 1998, respectively. The O.J. book, which I co-authored with the two lead LAPD detectives in the case, was a New York Times bestseller.
And, in 2018, I published a first-person book about my experiences during the federal investigation of Los Angeles private investigator Anthony Pellicano, aka “The Sleuth to the Stars,” who was convicted in a federal-conspiracy trial in 2008. And, in 2020, I released my tenth book, featuring the stories of whistleblowers and their heroic work while fighting corruption in higher education.
In what many considered an act of journalistic heresy—apart from my 1990-1994 landmark libel suit against the New York Times, the newspaper that created, destroyed, and then resurrected me twice—I served as Larry Flynt's lead investigator for eight weeks during his highly publicized crusade to expose President Bill Clinton's enemies who had conflicting standards of private behavior for public officials: one for those they like and another for those they don’t like.
Specifically, my work for Flynt led to the dramatic resignation of U.S. House Speaker-Designate Bob Livingston on December 19, 1998—the climactic moment that derailed Republican dreams and schemes to remove the President from office.
For this, I make no apology. However, my work for Flynt represented a career-altering experience. After years as an independent investigative journalist, I also began working as an independent investigative consultant who specialized in opposition research against the radical right of the Republican Party, which, to me, had become as dangerous and nefarious as the Mafia.
Nine years later, I discovered the phone number of U.S. Senator David Vitter (R-Louisiana), another right-wing hypocrite, in the private telephone records of Deborah Jeane Palfrey, the so-called “D.C. Madam” with whom I had worked on a book about her life and times prior to her tragic suicide in 2008.
Meantime, as a favor to a friend, a retired CIA case officer, I worked to help spring a KGB agent from a Russian prison. I was told that the KGB guy, whose life was in danger, was responsible for exposing Robert Hanssen, a top official in the FBI, as a Russian spy. I considered it my patriotic duty to help save the Russian’s life and try to win his freedom.
Yet, despite the chronic chaos and combat that has marked my career, I have worked hard to establish a solid reputation as an honest, careful, and thorough journalist, author, and investigator.
I have never missed a deadline. I have never misquoted a source. I have never taken an off-the-record quote and placed it on the record. I have never revealed a confidential source without permission from the source. Also, no one has ever sued me for any reason for anything contained in any of my books.
Joe the Boss of my own operation, I receive no weekly paycheck, no expense account, no paid vacations, and no pension or welfare plans. I will not get a gold watch when I retire. Because I never had any real business sense, I have spent most of my career overcommitted and underfinanced.
And never having any real institutional protection, I have been nearly killed on no fewer than six different occasions. Inasmuch as I am neither naturally courageous nor trained to be brave, I have battled primal fear in any number of situations, trying not to freeze up.
Through all of this, I have become a very tough guy—not because I can dish it out, but because I can take it.
The following story is not simply a series of unconnected anecdotes and vignettes. It is an interconnected succession of events in which one adventure leads to the next, with high-and-low-profile characters who weave in and out of the overall plot.
Also, on a higher level, this is a contemporary history of five decades of crime, politics, and journalism—and many of the news-making events that have occurred during this fascinating period—as seen through the eyes of a fiercely independent man who has taken some hard licks but survived to tell this story.
Here is the link to a filmed interview that Ethelbert Miller did with me about Confessions of a Guerrilla Writer.