Mafiaworld: How Mafias Work

This post is a personal story with all personal information removed.  I have long since believed that this is actually the case with the entire world.  The reality that was unveiled to me changed my perception of law enforcement, organizations and governments worldwide.

I was traveling in an undisclosed country.  The region I was in was known for being the place to go for parties and all kinds of late night fun.  One day, I met a man who told me he was a jeweler.  For all intents and purposes in this story I will refer to the man as "big brother".  We smoked a joint together and he asked me what I was into.  I told him I was looking to learn how to be a DJ and that I produced music.  This is when he told me, "hey, by the way I have a night club.  If you want to try your hand at being a DJ, you can come to my house and show me what you can do."  I found it weird that a jeweler should have a night club and also have DJ equipment at his house.  Ignoring my objections, as I often do when I feel a sense of adventure, I decided to take him up on his offer and I was delighted to find that all of this was true.  He was also a jeweler, but he had not practiced that profession for some time.

It was the beginning of quite a journey through the underworld of night clubs, drugs, days-long parties, meeting influential people from that country, and learning about what it means to be a DJ from professionals.  I stayed at one of his houses, he let me use one of his motorcycles for personal use, and I was also on the street-team promoting parties and handing out flyers.  The days were long naps, great food and creative projects, the nights were dancing, mind altering drugs, and lots and lots of social interactions.  Throughout that time I also noticed that big brother was a very well respected man.  It seems he could talk to anyone on the phone and get them to change their mind about anything without any resistance.  I also watched him pay the police off every night that he wanted to throw longer parties.

One day I was in his club, helping them with some marketing work, smoking a joint of some of the best smoke available in the country.  Just as I inhaled, I noticed that some police officers were at the front gate.  I was astonished because I wasn't expecting the police to show up in broad daylight.  I quickly ran, coughing, and hid on the roof but noticed that the police paid me no attention.  They were clearly here to talk to big brother about something important.  I watched as he walked them up the path leading to his office and sat down with them on the porch.  I couldn't hear what they were saying but I noticed one of the officers handed him something and he handed the highest ranking official an envelope.  After some more chit chat and mutual cordiality, they took their leave and I wandered down from the roof, wide-eyed, to see what all the fuss was about.

Big brother looked at me with a jesting face and the real smile he always wore.  "You dissappeared man, where were you?"

"On the roof bro. The police showed up out of nowhere and I was smoking a joint."

"Ah, you shouldn't have run away.  I pay the police more than their salary so that they leave me alone at my club.  You can do anything you want here." said big brother with a grin.  "Come here, look at this."  He pulled out what the police gave him.  "Try smoking this, I guarantee you its ten times better than what you were smoking just now."

Indeed, it was some grade A smoke.  "This is one of the other benefits.  When the police confiscate smoke from tourists, they always save the best for me." said big brother with an even wider grin and that knowing, somewhat serious and curious expression he was apt to don on ocassion. He always seemed like he was trying to sum me up as if I was some sort of anomaly in his life.  At the time, this police corruption did not surprise me because I knew that he had to pay the police off every time he wanted to have the club open past the strict and enforced closing time.  He said it was "like paying a fine, but in advance."  The police officials got paid and it was more convenient than the drawn out process of fines.

While in a neighboring town one day, I was passing out flyers and an acquaintance stopped me to talk.  She said, "You know big brother right? I see you with him all the time".  "Yeah, we are friends." I replied.  "Be careful with him, he's the mafia you know" she warned me with a worried look on her face.  I thought to myself: surely he's not a mafia boss or something.  Even if he is, I'm safe because we're friends.  That warning stuck with me in the back of my mind for two months, while I kept DJing parties and even organized some of my own.  My relationship with big brother was healthy and we got along perfectly.  It seems that he held me on some other plane of existence than all of his employees and workers.  He confided in me and even let me hold some of his secrets, but he kept me away from the darker side of his dealings.  At one of the parties, I even met a hitman.  We did ecstacy together and he told me what it felt like to kill a person. The feeling he exuded was definitely intensified by the x and I could even feel his pain and bewilderment as he had accepted his lot in life. This guy was part of a different level of people that were sometimes at big brother's club.  After that experience though, I was definitely convinced that my acquaintance from the other town was right, and that big brother was caught up in some pretty shady business.

It took me another month to work up the nerve to ask him if he was mafia or not.  My logic was that we had a close enough friendship where he wouldn't think much of the question, especially if I was just sincere about it.  So one slow afternoon in his office, I asked "Big brother, are you the mafia?  Someone on the street told me that you were mafia and that I should be careful with you".  He laughed, "I am just a man who does what it takes to protect his family and insure that we are all doing well."  Then his face turned a little more serious and thoughtful, "You know who the real mafia is?  Who is the biggest mafia in the world?"  I shook my head in response, "no, who?"

"The police."

He then went on to explain, "the police are like the hitmen of the real mafia, and they are worldwide, in every country!  They extort businessmen like me to make their money.  They take things which are free and make people pay for them, or pay fines for not using them.  Of course, the governments of the world are also mafia because they pay the police to do these things."

As he was saying this, it reminded me of a moment one night where I had no money left and I asked him for an advance.  He replied: "I also have no money right now.  If you need money, get it from the clients".  I replied to him with a puzzled look.  "If you want to make some money, go down to the pool table." he said, "Take the pool sticks and the balls and keep them next to you.  When some people come to the table to play, charge them money for it." he explained as if he was explaining it to a child.  I said, "yeah, but the pool table is free for anyone to play".  "Not tonight" he said.  "Tonight, you are the keeper of the pool table.  Charge them whatever you want".  I followed his instructions and made some money.  I only got minor pushback from one client who had been to the club before, stating the same thing: that the pool table was free to use.  I simply repeated what big brother had said: "not tonight, those are the rules" and he acquiesced.  I was essentially an officer that night, in charge of making people pay a completely made up fee based on completely made up rules the owner of the table gave me permission to enforce.

Conclusion

If you are still reading this, thank you for your time and attention.  I will make the conclusion quick and to the point.

All of the world is run by different mafias.  A mafia is only criminal because a government deems them so.  By their own definition, a government cannot be defined as a mafia because a mafia deals with organized crime.  If you make the rules, you don't have to define what you do as criminal, therefore you are not an organized criminal group, you are "the law".  It is almost as if, the most cunning and cutthroat mafia wins a war against the other mafias in a country in order to become the government.  Once they are in power, they do everything they can to make sure that the other mafias are subdued, subverted and dissolved so that nobody else gains enough power and influence to compete with them. 

They control all of the laws, taxes, fees and everything else people must pay in order to get the protection (extortion) of their goons: the police, and the promise of "peace" and "order".  Licensing is simply paying a fine in advance.  Ticketing (like when you get a traffic ticket) is simply a bribe that you cannot pay directly to the officer for doing something their bosses say is against their rules.  If you don't have enough money to make a police official look the other way for a rule you broke and you get thrown in jail, they call that "justice".

This is not a "defund the police" post.  Don't interperet this as that.  You know what happens when one mafia falls?  Another mafia rises up to take it's place.  They will have their own goons, and perhaps defunding the police will rob the current mafia of some of their salaried goons, but it will only help usher in new governing mafias, with new tactics and the same old extortion to line their pockets.

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