Joseph Magliocco - Early Years

Early Years

As a young man, Magliocco became involved in illegal gambling and union racketeering.

On December 5, 1928, Magliocco and Profaci attended a meeting of New York mobsters at the Statler Hotel in Cleveland, Ohio. The main topic was dividing the Brooklyn territory of the recently murdered boss Salvatore D'Aquila without causing a gang war. By the end of the meeting, Profaci had received a share of the open territory. When the Cleveland Police raided the meeting, Magliocco was briefly detained on an illegal weapons charge.

In 1931, the Castellammarese War began in New York between two powerful Italian-American gangs. Both Profaci and Magliocco attempted to stay neutral during this conflict. By the end of 1931, the war was over and the New York gangs were divided into five crime families supervised by a Mafia Commission. Profaci became one of five family bosses and he named Magliocco as his underboss. Magliocco would be underboss of the Profaci crime family for the next 31 years.

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