When I first stumbled upon the story of the fascinating life and tragic death of artist Percy L. Crosby, I heard tales of intrigue, corporate greed, corrupt, mob-connected politicians and even death threats against those who dig too deeply into this bone-yard.
I could not fault anyone who first thinks of conspiracy theories and tin-foil hats. I was of the same mindset until I obtained confirmation of the key facts and circumstances from multiple, independent sources.
My goal here is to provide yet another public venue for the unbelievable, yet tragically true story of the struggle by Percy Crosby’s family to find the truth, see justice served, and restore the Skippy name to its rightful legacy.
Along the way, you’ll meet some of Crosby’s creations, including Skippy Skinner and his gang of lovable characters, ruffians, urban philosophers and their battle with the Mob over on Vesey Street.
Among Percy Crosby’s many significant works is the cutting story of criminal and political corruption drawn from true life in 1930. The names and places were changed, but the not-so-subtle parody of political, ethical and financial decay clawed at the underbelly of the beast — and then the beast ate Percy Crosby alive.
Strangely enough, or perhaps predictably, the same tangled thread could be cut from contemporary headlines. The parallels are as easy to see today as they were over Eighty Years ago.
The full story is told in the book, Skippy vs. The Mob, written by Joan Crosby Tibbetts and published in 2011 by Rosebud Archives. You may be wasting your timer going there, however, it seems that the publication was suddenly cut short for reasons that remain unclear. If you do try to buy a copy, you’ll see Out of Stock.
Volumes have been published and documentary films were proposed, but a wall of innuendo, payoffs, cronyism, and threats, both thinly veiled and blatant always seems to block the path.
I will be pointing you to some of these existing resources while they are still online and perhaps you can help Skippy find his answers.
When I first started tilting at this apparent windmill, I was warned about the possibility of serious, perhaps violent repercussions, and upon examination, that possibility could be very real.
Those who know The Original Eggman also know that I do not intimidate easily, and tend to speak even more loudly when pressed for silence.
So hang in there Skippy, The Eggman’s an old hand at poking around in Hornet’s nests, and thanks again for the heads-up.
Oh Yeah, along the way you’ll also discover why Skippy Hates Peanut Butter.
What’ In This for Me?
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