July 31, 2021, | 12:33 PM By Dan Moldea
I'd like a dollar for every person who said to me during the past 46 years: “The Mafia would have never murdered Jimmy Hoffa in Detroit and then shipped him for burial over 600 miles east to the PJP Landfill, aka ‘Brother Moscato’s Dump,’ under the Pulaski Skyway in Jersey City.”
As anyone who has been following my ongoing Ahab v. White Whale slow-speed chase knows, I have bet everything I have that this is exactly what happened. Indeed, I have pushed “all in.”
Truth be told, though, just five months after the July 1975 killing, the FBI was the first to legitimize this theory. Based on the statements of Ralph Picardo, a flipped federal witness, U.S. prosecutors and FBI special agents sought and obtained a search warrant for the PJP Landfill and served it on PJP’s owner-operators, Phillip Moscato and Paul Cappola, on December 11, 1975, ostensibly looking for Armand Faugno, a murdered mobbed-up Jersey City loanshark.
To be sure, though, based on Picardo’s information, federal agents tried but failed to find Hoffa. The problem was they did not have a specific location for his unmarked grave in the 34-acre landfill.
But thanks to my key source whom I met in September 2019 — the late Frank Cappola, the oldest son of PJP co-owner Paul Cappola — I have now given what I believe is the exact location to federal investigators, which is only about 150 yards from the site they searched in December 1975.
So, if confirmed, the FBI’s 46-year investigation will be vindicated. And so will mine…
…Immediately after our tour of PJP in September 2019 and with Cappola’s approval, I put together a production team for a documentary about his story. Our team captain was Beaux Carson of Carson Signature Films, a trusted friend of mine since the early 1990s and a specialist in life-rights arrangements. Almost immediately, again with Cappola’s approval, Carson’s agent, Richard Lawrence, opened negotiations with Ari Mark, the co-founder of the award-winning production company and showrunner Ample Entertainment.
All four of us agreed that no one would accept any money until Hoffa’s body was recovered and positively identified by the FBI. If and when that happened, Ample would negotiate a deal with a major media organization to finance a documentary about my successful 46-year search for Hoffa’s remains, based on Cappola’s information.
If I was wrong about the location of Hoffa’s remains, there would be no deal.
Inasmuch as we believed we knew the location, we needed to arrange for a ground-penetrating-radar examination of the site. Because of the worldwide Covid-19 pandemic and other obstacles, we did not sign our contract with Ample, which would arrange for the mechanics of the GPR and a possible excavation, until August 2020.
Meantime, after reading my two stories for The Mob Museum, several colleagues — excellent researchers all — admonished me, claiming that I had forgotten that the PJP Landfill, aka Brother Moscato’s Dump, was an EPA Superfund site during the 1980s. Thus, they argued, the 15 to 30 chemical drums piled on top of Jimmy Hoffa — encased in a 55-gallon steel drum at the bottom of an eight- to 15-foot hole — would have been collected and disposed of as part of the overall EPA cleanup.
However, Frank Cappola had stated in his sworn declaration: “[B]ecause of my father’s decision to bury Hoffa’s body off the PJP property, it is possible, even probable, that the grave was not affected by the EPA cleanup. In other words, the burial site likely still exists and is intact.”
Just to be sure, I obtained the EPA’s record of its multi-year, cleanup operation at PJP and found a map showing the agency’s site boundary. Confirming what Cappola had stated under oath, I was relieved to see that the actual location of Hoffa’s remains under the Pulaski Skyway was a few hundred feet beyond the EPA’s eastern perimeter.
Further, local property records showed that Hoffa’s alleged unmarked grave was, indeed, not buried on PJP property. Instead, it was on state property, regulated by the New Jersey Department of Transportation, which controlled everything on and under the Pulaski Skyway.
So, led by Beaux Carson, our team began planning for the ground-penetrating-radar analysis of the site identified by Cappola. However, when Carson contacted the Department of Transportation to make the necessary arrangements, an agency official told him that we needed a permit, which would take more time than expected….
…In September 2020, two months before the GPR examination, two FBI agents called and asked for my cooperation on the Hoffa case, based on recent articles I had written and television shows on which I had appeared. Inasmuch as I was in a “use it or lose it” situation and needed the FBI, as required by law, to perform the excavation, I was more than happy to oblige.
In fact, I told both agents that my team wanted to give them everything they needed “on a silver platter,” leaving them “with nothing to do but DNA the contents of the unmarked barrel at the bottom of that unmarked grave” under the Pulaski Skyway.
Notably, when the Hoffa investigation was red hot back in 1975, I made it my business to know several federal agents personally. But, respecting the traditional one-way-street ritual between reporters and the FBI, no federal agent had ever spoon-fed information to me. Yet I could always depend on some of them to make sure I never went off track. If I did, they would gently guide me back onto the proper path without violating their oaths.
Today, I am, once again, on the now-familiar one-way street with the FBI, contributing all the information I have while receiving nothing in return. And even though I do not really know any of these current federal agents very well — some of whom were not even born when Hoffa died — I am cooperating without complaint and with total enthusiasm.
To be clear, I have given the FBI every document, photograph and videotape requested, along with any other materials I think might be useful. But, recognizing how busy the FBI is with pending 21st century problems — such as the Capitol Insurrection and foreign cyber-warfare, among other serious national-security threats — I can understand why the Bureau is taking a considerable amount of time to solve a 20th century mystery.
However, I do know — from our sources on the ground in Jersey City — that the area pinpointed by the late Frank Cappola has been protected for several months. No one can get close to “The Spot” for any unauthorized digging or malicious vandalism.
If this alleged location of Hoffa’s remains is confirmed, it will vindicate the FBI’s original theory of Hoffa’s whereabouts, as well as its December 1975 search warrant on the PJP Landfill and its entire 46-year investigation.
The FBI deserves that. And when that moment finally arrives, I want — and deserve — to be present at the scene to witness and report on this unfolding history.
Read the full article at: https://www.deadlinedetroit.com/articles/28507/column_46_years_ago_jimmy_hoffa_vanished_triggering_a_mystery_i_hope_to_help_solve
CSFI is set to executive produce a feature film and television special based on award-winning investigative journalist Dan Moldea’s search for Jimmy Hoffa.