On September 1st, 2011, Nicholas P. Rada, 29, grandson of now deceased Outfit heavy Willie Messino, was arrested and charged with a number of crimes in the City of Chicago. These include aggravated false personation of a peace officer and possession of $10.00 (street value) of cocaine. The charge of aggravated false personation of a peace officer stems from Mr. Rada having in his left pants pocket a Sergeant’s badge, which was purportedly issued by the Elmwood Park Police Department. Previous to placing the badge in his pocket, Rada allegedly identified himself as a police officer during a conversation with a security guard prior to the police appearing on the scene. The personation charge was aggravated because of one of the other charges he allegedly committed in connection with the arrest.
The fact that Rada was charged with aggravated false personation suggests to me that he is not a police officer, so the badge could not have been lawfully issued to him. However, Mr. Rada was not charged with stealing the police badge. How could this be possible? Is the Elmwood Park Police Department giving away badges?
Such a thing would not shock me, as I have been on both sides of the Elmwood Park Police Department’s alleged corruption. From allegedly having several misdemeanor cases fixed through my late father’s beloved friend, Charlie Nicosia, to being allegedly victimized shortly after Nicosia’s death in 1990 by two abusive Elmwood Park cops, Anthony Caira and Ron Puccillo, I have fully experienced the capricious application of justice that Elmwood Park calls law enforcement.
In the case of my run-in with Caira and Puccillo, the smear job they conducted on me was thorough. I was supposed to go away to prison, partly because the Elmwood Park Police Department allegedly wanted to make up for all the small cases they had to sweep under the rug prior to the death of Charlie Nicosia. These two police officers blatantly misused their power, allegedly manufacturing false statements in a felony case, which were backed by the right witnesses (family members of other village officials).
Lucky for me, I had access to the mysterious man that Charlie was empowered through – the now late Romie Nappi – my Uncle Romie. I will not go into the details of Romie’s part in saving my ass, however, I will mention that when my now late friend Willie Messino found out, he scolded me for not coming to him when Puccillo and Caira were trying to lock me up for several years. The main reason I was loathe to involve Willie was because Romie wanted to handle things peacefully. With Willie involved, polar opposite tactics would have been employed. Willie would have done a better job of helping me, but I felt Romie’s way would cause less trouble in general.