Prodigal Father, Pagan Son: Growing Up Inside the Dangerous World of the Pagans Motorcycle Club

Prodigal Father, Pagan Son: Growing Up Inside the Dangerous World of the Pagans Motorcycle Club

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by Anthony Menginie, Kerrie Droban

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By the time he was thirteen, he already had attended thirteen funerals.
            Abandoned by his mother, and with his father, “Mangy” Menginie—president of the Pagans Motorcycle Club, Philadelphia chapter—in jail, Anthony “LT” Menginie is raised inside the Pagans and


By the time he was thirteen, he already had attended thirteen funerals.
            Abandoned by his mother, and with his father, “Mangy” Menginie—president of the Pagans Motorcycle Club, Philadelphia chapter—in jail, Anthony “LT” Menginie is raised inside the Pagans and inducted into a life of sex, violence, drugs, and organized crime.
            In Mangy’s absence, LT finds a father figure in the Saint, a club member who helps teach him the difference between the club members you respect…and those you fear. The author recounts the power struggles that occur when Mangy is released from jail and tries to resume his role as father and president. Soon all hell breaks loose when Mangy betrays the club by going over to the rival Hells Angels, helping to touch off the “Biker Wars” in Philadelphia. The chapter’s new president grooms LT to one day confront his father for his treachery. Faced with an impossible decision, LT has to decide where his loyalties lie.
            Prodigal Father, Pagan Son is a voyeuristic glimpse into the shocking and hypnotic underworld of notorious “one-percenter” biker clubs, hit men, drug dealers, and the other individuals who operate under no other rules than the “club code.” But more than this, Menginie’s story is the gritty and powerful true tale of surviving amid personal trials and tragedies, and of one man’s determination to escape to a better life.

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
The success of television's Sons of Anarchy has created a great deal of interest in outlaw biker culture that this insider's memoir will satisfy. "Little Tony" Menginie, the son of the president of the Pagans motorcycle gang, grew up in rank poverty with a jailed father and a drug-addicted mother. His status as the son of the president didn't net him many benefits, and when the less-than-paternal "Mangy" got out of jail and went over to the hated Hell's Angels club, Menginie's life became downright precarious. At first, he trusted the men who had mentored him as a child, but as rival club members and federal snitches became more prevalent, the paranoia in the gang rose to dangerous levels. When Menginie realized he was expected to take the fall for a hit, he turned his back on the life once and for all. VERDICT This bleak memoir of growing up neglected in a violent subculture is sure to find an audience with fans of Sons of Anarchy and with biker enthusiasts in general.—Deirdre Bray Root, Middletown P.L., OH
Kirkus Reviews

Grisly tales of a notorious East Coast biker gang.

The book begins promisingly, with a clipped, vibrant prose style, presumably due to the efforts of co-author and defense attorney Droban (Running With the Devil: The True Story of the ATF's Infiltration of the Hell's Angels, 2008). Menginie was born into the "family" of the Pagans, an old-school outlaw motorcycle gang. His father, "Maingy," was a Pagans leader, until he was incarcerated and, much later, became a "turncoat," joining the Hells Angels, their historical rival. Maingy hardly appears within the narrative, except as an object of his son's hatred. Early chapters portraying Menginie's childhood are grim: "Beauty didn't survive in the biker world without sacrifice. Pretty things wilted and were reduced to mere property. The only way my mom made sense of her life was to destroy it." By adolescence, he'd witnessed addiction, violence and group sex, but some of the adult bikers, like the mostly good "Saint" and the mostly evil "Gorilla," helped him along. While the Saint encouraged him to be his own person, Gorilla groomed him for club membership as a "Prospect" (like pledging a fraternity, but a more lengthy and brutal process). This involved fulfilling Gorilla's criminal schemes, under the guise of Pagan "brotherhood." During this time, the Pagans' rivalry with organized crime in Philadelphia was heating up, as was the conflict with the Hells Angels; Gorilla was obsessed with the turncoats, and ordered Menginie to plan their murders. While the author did not commit any such acts, other public mayhem drew police and media attention, including the shooting of Gorilla, an act for which the author's father was suspected: "Gorilla had me convinced that Ihadto finish off my old man." Instead, Menginie abruptly quit the Pagans' grim lifestyle. Except for Gorilla—Steven Mondevergine, a notorious figure recently indicted for attempted murder—few of the actual participants in Menginie's world are clearly identified, and the narrative isn't backed up with clear sourcing or fuller context. While this may suggest underworld authenticity, it makes the memoir hard to follow.

Brash and macho, but doesn't present a coherent narrative.

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Blood Sport
In the beginning there is always blood … and then there are bodies.
Rain pelted the streets outside my Upper Darby home, one block south of Linden Avenue in a working-class neighborhood once commandeered by the Pagan Motorcycle Club. The media trumpeted the group’s close association with La Cosa Nostra and described the Pagans as the “fiercest of the outlaw biker gangs with 900 members in 44 chapters between New York and Florida.” Founded in 1959, the Pagans, with all the other “outlaw clubs,” according to the American Motorcycle Association (AMA), supposedly comprised the 1 percent of American motorcyclists who purportedly committed 99 percent of all bikers’ crimes. But true outlaws were not criminals at all. They were conformists, a club of misfits who followed their own code of ethics, dress, and rules.
It was the summer of 1985. I was eight years old and carried my few possessions in a plastic grocery bag—my collection of stolen baseball caps, a dented brass Liberty Bell from a school field trip, and a newspaper clipping of my mom on the front page of The Philadelphia Inquirer. The headline warned, “The New Pagans: The Power of Fear.” In the photo, my mom straddled the back of the club’s newest president, Egyptian. I kept the clipping not because it made me proud, but because it shamed me. The day before the photo was snapped, I had pointed a cap gun at my mom’s face and pulled the trigger. Her eye swelled purple. The image seemed a fitting tribute.
I had just been evicted. I shifted uncomfortably on the sidewalk and caught the titters of my neighbor, a Philadelphia cop, who warned his young son to “stay away from that Pagan child.” My father, Maingy, the former Pagan Club president, was incarcerated on drug charges. Money dwindled and what little the club offered my mom as support turned out to be counterfeit. My mom sold everything we owned, motorcycle parts, furniture, furs, drugs. But we still had nothing. I stared at my mom. She stood in a puddle in the street looking like a wet doll and my stomach lurched. She was all I had and I wasn’t sure she would be enough.
Water washed over my own bare feet. Wooden planks boarded the windows of my home. An eviction notice flapped in the wind. The sour taste of fear filled my mouth. Rain smacked me full force in the face. A train whistled in the distance. I wished I were on that train.
The 1980s was the era of Pagan kidnappings and fish wraps and victims dumped naked in alley Dumpsters. Philadelphia mob boss Nicky Scarfo, who succeeded Angelo Bruno, my father’s business associate, left behind a blood trail with every tax collection. He had a judge killed once for double-crossing him. Violence hummed in the streets like the purr of an engine. Egyptian, my father’s protégé and temporary successor in power, became the youngest Pagan Club president at just twenty-one. Because he fully expected to be dead in four years, Egyptian occupied a crazy bold present. He was brash and irreverent and the mob disliked him. They considered him foul, and any business relationship Maingy had established with the mob quickly soured.
But more than that, the mob vowed to teach Egyptian some manners. One quiet night, mobsters, cruising in their black Lincoln Continental, rammed Egyptian from behind as he idled at a traffic light on his motorcycle. Egyptian flew to the pavement, bloodied and injured. But he informed police it was “an accident” and declined to press charges. He did, however, request the address of the driver who hit him for “insurance purposes.” The police, convinced of Egyptian’s purpose, provided him with the address listed on the offender’s driver’s license. The house belonged to the mobster’s mother. The next day someone unloaded a volley of bullets through her front windows. As luck would have it, the mother survived and the Pagans remarked to reporters later that the incident was “unfortunate” and “probably just a coincidence.” And so the games began between the mob and the Pagans.
Every game of cat and mouse revealed a rat. All it took was one. One who testified against another, who bargained with the police for a better deal, who agreed to snitch off a fellow Pagan and his drug exploits because the rat wanted an easy exit. I considered it survival, choice with payback. The rats I knew were hanged with wires, doused with gasoline, torched, or simply executed. Without consequences the cycle simply repeated.
Jimmy D for instance was once a righteous Pagan and a close associate of my old man’s. Rumors swirled that Jimmy D, despite his strong denial, murdered a young couple on his birthday to keep them from testifying against a fellow Pagan in an assault case. According to notes of FBI interviews with Pagans, Jimmy D was ordered “to get rid of them.” Criminal justice sources disclosed that Jimmy D drove the couple to Hunters Mill, a deserted, pitted dirt road surrounded by tall pine trees. He tricked the couple into believing they were driving to purchase drugs. Jimmy D shot the first victim execution style, put a .357 Magnum to her temple and pulled the trigger. He fired a second bullet into her eye. No witnesses. Jimmy D fired a third shot into the husband’s head and later burned the husband’s blood-soaked clothing in a fifty-five-gallon drum and tossed the evidence over the bridge between Longport and Somers Point.
After his arrest, Jimmy D brokered a deal with the police. He was an opportunist, like my father. He was a rat. But before the details of his contract could be solidified, Jimmy D was caught with methamphetamine in jail. He needed a better deal. First, he bribed the Black Muslim prison gang to keep him alive and thwart contract hits by the Pagans. Next, he agreed to conspire with the DEA and FBI, wear a wire for thirty days, and rat out his own. His efforts resulted in the indictments of twenty-two Pagans on RICO* violations, my old man among them. As far as I was concerned, Jimmy D was responsible for my eviction. Payback would be a bitch.

Copyright © 2011 by Anthony “LT” Menginie and Kerrie Droban

Meet the Author

ANTHONY “LT” MENGINIE is the son of Anthony “Mangy” Menginie, former Philadelphia chapter president of the Pagans Motorcycle Club.


KERRIE DROBAN is the author of Running with the Devil: The True Story of the ATF’s Infiltration of the Hells Angels. She is a criminal defense attorney in Arizona.

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Prodigal Father, Pagan Son 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Cathy827 More than 1 year ago
Awesome book with a fitting title! The author's descriptive language evokes imagery from the reader showing him/her a world of violence and betrayal through the eyes of a young man trying to survive. As the book advertises, the story cleary depicts LT's life "growing up inside the dangerous world of the pagans motorcycle club." I commend LT for reliving and retelling his heartbreaking life story to share with his readers; hopefully, those who read his memoir will learn that they too have choices. I am looking forward to meeting the author at his April 7th book signing in Center City, Philadelphia. This is a definite must read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Quite a strangely written book,hard to follow.Pagans are alot more interesting that this book shares.
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I'll tell you the whole story: he had a tough life growing up then he quit while prospecting. The end. Oh, with a couple hundred pages of whining in the middle. I wish I could get my money -or at least my time- back as this is one of the worst books I've read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a good read. Very hard to follow. Got lost in the story telling.
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Good read, a lot of good insight into the outlaw club
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldnt put this book down. I usualy dont care for books that go into such detail but this one i liked. I cant help but wonder who it was that killed the HA at the end of the book. He wouldd never admit doing it if it was him!
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This book was ok, not the greatest story telling. You'll be entertained, but it doesn't flow well.
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ANNAMARIE GOESSEL More than 1 year ago
story jumps around too much, never know where you are. cant imagine anyone in their right mind wanting to live this way.
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lt had a hard life that only his family & club members new. this book tells of his trails tributelations. being born into a world of maddness. knowing him personally for 18 yrs now i didn't know any of this.. but i can sure say i am glade he didn't become a part of the maddness when he had the choice. for who for what 7/101
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