By Keegan Hamilton
By Albert Samaha
By Village Voice staff
By Tessa Stuart
By Albert Samaha
By Steve Weinstein
By Devon Maloney
By Tessa Stuart
No matter how Freddy Ferrer does in November, matched as he is against a wealthy and popular incumbent, the city's Democrats scored a win last week, one that has eluded them for more than a decade. Ever since Rudy Giuliani captured City Hall in 1993 by picking off a crucial slice of disaffected white Democratic voters, the Party of the People has been looking for an answer to its ills. It floundered in 1997 when many leaders bolted from nominee Ruth Messinger. It self-destructed in 2001 when a tough runoff campaign collapsed into hostile ethnic warfare. It meandered through the post9-11 years, feckless and unable to capitalize on a Republican mayor who called for lavish stadiums at the expense of mass transit, who held political fundraisers at his East Side townhouse for allies of George W. Bush.
And then, seemingly on the edge of another precipice, the party found its voice in the person of a scrappy, rail-thin congressman from Brooklyn. Anthony Weiner's idea of a good time is playing goalie in ice hockey, where his job is to fend off high, hard slaps of the puck. This was one fight, however, he wisely decided to duck. His announcement not to contest the razor-close primary denied Michael Bloomberg a free 10-day pass while an agonizing recount captured the media's focus, and while the mayor tsk-tsked the fractious Dems. Weiner's decision sucked so much air out of Bloomberg's re-election playbook that the hiss could be heard above the Rockaway breakers in Weiner's home district.
Righteous rage quickly poured forth from on high. How dare these men not duel to the death, brayed the mayor's friends in the tabloids. How dare they cheat us out of a racial brawl, one we paid to see with millions from the Campaign Finance Board.
His knickers in a knot, Bloomberg's chief spokesman, Stuart Loeser, issued a screeching denunciation that same afternoon: "It's pathetic that after presenting himself as such a reformer, Weiner took a backroom dive for the party bosses," he seethed. "To add insult to injury, the taxpayers are picking up the tab." (Never mind that Loeser himself served as a campaign operative for Democrat Mark Green in 2001; Bloomberg pays much, much better.)
Weiner owed the voters a runoff? This lecture comes from Mike Bloomberg, who abandoned his own party affiliation precisely to avoid a troublesome Democratic primary in 2001. It comes from a man who wouldn't even tolerate a primary election this year in his adopted party. When former city councilman Tom Ognibene, a Giuliani loyalist with rock-rib Republican chops, threatened to challenge the mayor's GOP credentials in a primary, Bloomberg's troops first tried to buy him off with a lucrative job offer. When that didn't work, they flattened his nominating petitions. The result? No risky primary.
Weiner's decision made possible something else the mayor's people had hoped to avoid, at least for another two weeks, and possiblyif enough blood flowed in an ethnic tribal clashfor the campaign's duration. That was Thursday's rousing, photo-op rally where all three of Ferrer's opponentstwo white men and an African American womanlocked hands together less than 48 hours after the polls closed. Two hundred people, black, brown and white, crowded the City Hall steps, and another 100 filled the plaza.
"They hoped we would destroy each other," Virginia Fields, the ever genial third-place finisher in the race, told the rally, that the Democratic contenders would fight so brutally "that we couldn't look each other in the face."
Gee, what ever gave her that idea?
It couldn't have been the New York PostMichael Bloomberg's biggest booster. For the paper's primary-day edition, the Post editors decidedoh, just for the fun of itto publish a new, even more grotesque version of their infamous 2001 cartoon of Ferrer kissing Al Sharpton's butt, the one that inspired a handful of cynical Green supporters to pass it out in white neighborhoods in South Brooklyn and Staten Island.
"Maybe we can get them to do it again?" some corner office card at the tabloid must have cackled.
Later in the week, the Postfound straw men to decry Weiner's withdrawal: a bartender in Rego Park who said she wanted Weiner in the race so she could "smoke and have a drink at the same time"; a plumber, who never mentioned having voted but who used the magic words the paper sought: Wimp. Weenie.
There are many with a legitimate right to be angry at Weiner's decision. One is Bronx congressman Eliot Engel, who backed Weiner right from the starting gate. At a primary-eve rally in Brooklyn, Weiner called Engel "one of my mentors." As much as he liked Weiner, Engel certainly wasn't about to back Ferrer, at least in the primary. In an infamous political trade-off, Ferrer went along with a deal brokered by then Bronx Democratic leader Roberto Ramirez in 2000 to back a black challenger against Engel, then a six-term incumbent. The trade-off was Al Sharpton's support for Ferrer in the 2001 mayoral race. Engel won, but the damage was done. "It's no secret that I have not always gotten along with them," he said last week of Ferrer's crowd.