For much of my life, this was not information that I readily volunteered. In fact, I made every effort to hide the fact that I was a Capone, a name that had brought endless heartache to so many members of my family. In 1972, when I was in my early thirties, I left Chicago and my family history far behind me, reinventing myself in Minnesota and making sure that no one in my life other than my husband Bob knew my ancestry. I succeeded…—an excerpt from Uncle Al Capone
For all the dissension, for all the pain, there comes a moment in our lives where we have to stand up and say, “This—the good and the bad—is who I am.”
For me there came a time to confess to my children, grandchildren that they were members of the storied Capone crime family. From their ancestral roots in Angri, Italy to the family’s move to Brooklyn and later Chicago, I offer the portrait of an American family and ny favorite Uncle, who has been endlessly depicted as the iconic mastermind behind some of the century’s most brutal killings.