Tuesday, November 28, 2023

WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT ED BURKE

 

11/28/23

Given my extensive writing on Chicago politics, including my two books, on which more will be written later in this post, how could I not write something on yet another “Trial of the Century” in Chicago and Illinois politics, that of former 14th Ward Alderman and Committeeman Ed Burke, the quintessential Chicago ward boss and power broker?   Yours truly is not at all confident about the outcome of this trial, but I am confident that this will not be my last post on Mr. Burke and/or his trial.

Given all the eccentricities of the legal process, the apparent and not so apparent skills, or lack thereof, of the lawyers involved, and the difficulties of getting into the heads of any group of jurors, only a fool tries to call the outcome of a trial.   Not being a fool (though others might argue the contrary), I will not venture into this graveyard of guessmen.   I will, however, make a few observations, which run counter to each other, at this stage of the legal proceedings against Mr. Burke and his two co-defendants.

First, given the resources of the federal government and its determination to go after corruption, both real and perceived, it is a rare occurrence for a federal defendant, especially a high profile federal defendant, to walk out of a Dirksen Building corruption trial a free man or woman.   The odds, therefore, do not appear to favor Alderman Burke.

I do have a good story, however, about one of those high profile federal defendants who did indeed walk out of the Dirksen Building a free man, albeit temporarily.   Recall that, in his first trial, former Governor Rod Blagojevich was found not guilty on the majority of the counts against him while the jury was hung on the two or three remaining counts.  Mr. Blagojevich’s attorneys in the first trial were Sam Adam, Sr. and Sam Adam, Jr., two of Chicago’s most prominent defense attorneys, at least at the time.   Sam Adam, Sr. made an impassioned speech after the verdict about the power of the federal government and the potential for abuse that went with that power, using, of course, the feds’ treatment of his and his son’s client as Exhibit A in that argument.   Being one of libertarian tendencies, and more so at the time, I was beyond impressed with the speech.   When Mr. Blagojevich was re-tried on the counts on which the first jury had been hung, and Messrs. Adam decided to pass on representing him in that second trial, the former governor was convicted and went to prison for a long time, but this digression is not the point of this larger digression.

A month or so after the first Blagojevich verdict, my son Mark and I were having Sunday breakfast at Lume’s, a neighborhood pancake house, after Mass and Mark’s Religious Education class at Sacred Heart, where Mark and his sisters were confirmed.  Lume’s, the subject of a now seminal 8/20/21 post on this blog (THIS WEEKEND’S MASS SHOOTING AT LUME’S, A PLACE IN THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD WHERE YOURS TRULY HAS ENJOYED MANY A MEAL), is located at 116th and Western, in my old neighborhood, which lies directly south of Beverly, where Sam Adam, Jr. lives, or did at the time.   So it came as scant surprise that sitting next to us at Lume’s that morning were Sam Adam Jr. and Sr. along with Sam Jr.’s wife and small children.   As Mark and I were preparing to leave, I went over to the Adam table, politely introduced myself,  and told Sam Sr. how much I admired his speech.   Sam Jr.’s response was, paraphrasing…

 

Oh, great.  Now I’m going to have to hear from my dad all day, and probably all week and all month, about what a great orator and lawyer he is because the guy at Lume’s took the time to tell him what a great speech he made after Blagojevich’s trial.   Thanks a lot!

 

Of course, I digress; that tale had nothing to do with Mr. Burke’s trial and is repeated in the cited August, 2021 post, but I still thought the story was worth re-telling.    Back to the Burke trial:

 

Second, I have three sub-observations regarding the current Burke trial and the facts surrounding it:

 

1.       Mr. Shoukhat Dhamani, who runs the franchisee corporation that owns the Burger King on Pulaski in the 14th Ward that is at the center of one of the allegations against Mr. Burke and one of his co-defendants, Peter Andrews, an old-time 14th Ward political hand, DID NOT HIRE Klafter and Burke for any legal work.   Mr. Dhamani’s company DID GET the driveway permits it was seeking.

 

2.       Mr. Peter Cui, a co-defendant and a developer who was seeking a large display pole for a Binney’s Beverage Depot store in a strip mall he owned on the north side, EAGERLY HIRED Klafter and Burke.    Mr. Cui DID NOT GET the permits necessary to erect said pole.

 

3.       The Field Museum allegedly was bullied by Alderman Burke; if the Museum did not hire the daughter of Alderman Terry Gabinski, who was also Mr. Burke’s Goddaughter, as an intern, it would not get the increase it sought in its admission fees.   The Field Museum DID NOT OFFER Ms. Gabinski the internship.   It DID GET the admission fee increase it sought.  To be fair, the Museum later offered Ms. Gabinski a paid position, but this was after-the-fact and, by that time, she had moved on and no longer wanted the job.   Still, this is another case in which the alleged victim did not bow to Mr. Burke’s alleged demands but still got what it wanted.

 

Hmm…Two alleged victims did not do what Mr. Burke’s wanted them to do but still got what they were seeking from the City.  One co-defendant did what Mr. Burke wanted him to do but did not get what he wanted from the City.   If I were a defense attorney, I would make this abundantly clear to the jury that is charged with deciding whether Mr. Burke was running some kind of extortion racket.

 

One more digression…

 

When I was in the green room waiting to go on Milt Rosenberg’s Extension 720 program on WGN Radio in the wake of the publication of my first book, Dr. Rosenberg, whom I had never met before, came into the room and, before saying hello or exchanging any other pleasantries, looked me in the eye and asked

 

“Is Chairman Collins (the main character in my book) Ed Burke?”

 

I answered “No” and further elaborated on the show; guessing who was who in my book had become something of parlor game among readers who were knowledgeable of Chicago’s political history.   Chairman Eamon DeValera Collins was much like Don Vito Corleone, but not in the way one might suspect.   Many people thought that Don Vito was Joe Bonanno, Russell Bufallino, Vito Genovese, or any number of prominent Mob bosses on the East Coast in the post-War years.   But Don Vito was none of those people and all those people.   He was an amalgam of many of them.   Similarly, many people thought Chairman Collins was Mike Madigan, Ed Burke, Richard J. Daley, Dick Mell, Ed Vrdolyak, or any number of the denizens of Chicago politics in the latter part of the 20th century.   But Chairman Collins was none of those people and all those people.  He was an amalgam of many of them, with a bit of fiction thrown in to make for a more entertaining novel, if such a thing were possible. 

 

Let me also remind my readers that both my books are timeless classics and are still available at, among other places, Amazon.   You should read them if you haven’t already and re-read them if you have:

 

The Chairman, A Novel of Big City Politics

 

 The Chairman’s Challenge, A Continuing Novel of Big City Politics

Sunday, November 26, 2023

DID XI AND KHRUSHCHEV DRAW SIMILAR CONCLUSIONS FROM THEIR SUMMITS WITH OUR PRESIDENTS?

 

11/26/23

 

I sent the below letter to the Wall Street Journal on 11/16/23 and the Journal published it on 11/24/23, the day after Thanksgiving, providing me yet another thing for which to be thankful.   I thought my readers would enjoy this missive:

 

 

11/16/23

 

Historians have long argued that one of the precipitating factors behind the Cuban Missile Crisis was Premier Khrushchev’s assessment of President Kennedy at the Vienna summit of June, 1961.   Mr. Khrushchev, it is reported, considered Mr. Kennedy a lightweight, a glamour boy who had attained his presidency with his father’s money who was in way over his head.    This assessment emboldened Mr. Khrushchev to ship intermediate range missiles to Cuba, bringing the world to the brink of nuclear war.   Fortunately for all of us, Mr. Kennedy proved to be of sterner stuff than Mr. Khrushchev had supposed, leaving us all alive to discuss such things as the Cuban Missile Crisis sixty-one years later.

 

It is doubtful that Chinese President Xi came away from his meeting with President Biden (“The Biden-Xi Truce of the Moment,” Review & Outlook, 11/16/23) thinking that Mr. Biden is a glamour boy or the scion of a wealthy father determined to buy his son the presidency.   But it is not hard to imagine that, given Mr. Biden’s age and increasingly obvious infirmity, Mr. Xi may have determined that Mr. Biden is indeed a lightweight who is in way over his head.

 

What ramifications could such an assessment, regardless of its accuracy, have for Taiwan, the western Pacific, and/or the entire U.S./China relationship?   If Mr. Xi were to act on such an assessment, would Mr. Biden prove to be of the sterner stuff that Mr. Kennedy displayed in 1962?

Saturday, November 18, 2023

2024 WILL NOT BE A BIDEN VS. TRUMP RACE

 

11/18/23

I have long contended that the 2024 presidential race will not be a Trump/Biden rematch.  I grow increasingly convinced of this contention with every passing day.   Why?   Let’s take a look at the situations both parties face from the perspective a hypothetical mainstream member of either party, in the first person.

FROM A HYPOTHETICAL MAINSTREAM DEMOCRAT

“We’ve got a problem.   Our president is not a popular guy.   Polls show him either neck and neck with, or losing to, Donald Trump.   Donald Trump!   This thing could go either way.   If last week’s CPI numbers are right, inflation might be down, maybe way down, by election day, but, then again, that recession everybody has been predicting may finally hit us next year, which would probably kill us in any case but would certainly kill us if Joe is our candidate. 

“We have two hot wars going on and who knows if the Chinese are going to make a move on Taiwan?   Our big time adversaries sense weakness, real or perceived, in our leaders; look at what Khrushchev did back in ’62 when he thought Kennedy was a lightweight?   He almost started World War III!   Speaking of World War III, any of these geopolitical flashpoints could lead to just that.   But let’s not get crazy here and just stick with the current situation.   Foreign policy could hurt us if things get out of control.   Or it could really help us from a political standpoint if people decide to rally behind their leader, not switch horses in mid-stream, or that sort of thing.   Probably foreign policy won’t make any difference because most Americans don’t give a damn about foreign policy.   But I don’t like playing those odds.

“Even if inflation goes down, the economy continues to grow, unemployment remains low, and things don’t blow up overseas, Joe will still be 81 years old and, er, not a young 81.   Even people in our party think the guy is losing it, and nobody could be blamed for wondering if the guy is going to make it another four years, making our candidate, in a lot of people’s minds, Kamala Harris, which presents another set of problems.    And even if the “age issue” doesn’t do in Joe, we still have crime and the border, which the electorate always, rightly or wrongly, blames on the president.

“Yeah, we could still win this with Joe.    We could really beat the Republicans over the head with the abortion issue, which has been a big winner for us ever since Roe v. Wade was overturned.   Why do you think the House Republicans are looking like a bunch of clowns?   I guess we should thank the Supreme Court for that one, but I sure as hell won’t.   But I digress.  And if Trump is the GOP candidate, we could make this a referendum on Trump rather than on Joe.   Yeah, we could get Joe over the goal line on abortion and Trump, especially if inflation is down and the economy is still holding up, but I say ‘Why take the chance?’

“We should just nominate a young, vigorous candidate who is as far to the left as most of the Party but can be sold as a moderate to most of the voters, sort of like a fresh version of Joe Biden.   We’ll win this election if we do that, especially if the GOP nominates Trump.  

“Yeah, we’ll have some problems.   The true believers on the left will scream bloody murder.   They have some arguments with Joe, especially on things like the Middle East, and it really makes them nuts when he talks about being Catholic.   But, in Joe, they have a guy who will do most of what they want while being promoted, with a straight face, as a moderate by our friends in the media.   And Joe, even on those points on which he disagrees with the true believers, is not in any condition to put up much of a fight.   They might get blowback from a more capable moderate who sees the more outrageous aspects of their agenda for the silliness that we secretly know it is, but not from Joe.

“Then we will have the Kamala problem.   If we replace Joe as our candidate, she’ll surely feel that it is her time; she’s the Vice-President, for God’s sake.   But if we run her, we might see 1972 all over again.

“But we can figure out a way around these problems.   Yeah, Joe is a stubborn old Irishman and won’t leave quietly.   But Joe is nothing if not vain, and maybe we can sell him with a story about how he saved America from Trumpism but, if he runs again, his great victory will be effectively overturned.   Does he want to be the guy who saved America from Trump or the guy who returned Trump to power?   Joe might buy it.

“As for Kamala, we can come up with something nice for her, maybe a seat on the Supreme Court the next time one opens up.   That’s a permanent job that she won’t have to run for, and running for office is not her strong suit.   She’ll go for something like that.

“Regardless of the difficulties, we have to have somebody other than Joe bearing our standard in 2024.   If we don’t, there’s a pretty decent chance that we get four more years of Trump, and, unless you are the type of Democrat who puts Party above country and focuses solely on putting the Party in a good position for the next election, you can’t possibly want that outcome.”

 

FROM A HYPOTHETICAL MAINSTREAM REPUBLICAN

“We’ve got a problem.   Donald Trump is running away with the nomination.   Even if you like the guy, you have to admit that, by now, he is a proven loser.   Regardless of what he says, he lost in 2020 and took us down in the Senate that year by his antics in Georgia to boot.   He, along with abortion, turned what should have been a red wave, maybe a red tsunami, in 2022, into a disaster in the Senate and a barely perceptible majority in the House, which has led to us looking like a bunch of clowns as we try to form an effective majority out of a bunch of people who just don’t like each other and regard those who don’t agree with them as corporatist, anti-American RINOs, gun-toting right wing loons, or, in AT LEAST one case, “bitches.”   Donald has been a disaster for the Party.

“Yeah, some of the polls show Trump ahead of Biden, especially in the battleground states, and, if you watch Fox News enough, you would be convinced Trump is going to win against Biden in a walk.   But it’s not going to happen.   Trump is not going to cut substantially into the Democrat’s share of the Black vote, even if that Democrat is Biden.  Trump is not going to win back the suburbanites whose antipathy toward Trump turned hundreds of deep red counties purplish blue.   And even if Trump runs an inside straight policy wise, he is still going to be 78 years old, which is young only relative to Joe Biden.  And has anybody noticed that Trump is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, either?   That may be due to factors transcending age, but only compared to Biden could he look strong and in control of his faculties.   Further, Donald could be a convicted felon by the time election day rolls around.  While that may make him more attractive to a lot of people, there are plenty of people who simply won’t vote for a convicted felon, regardless of what they think about the motivations behind those convictions.   A lot might change between now and election day, and probably not in Trump’s favor.  

“Sure, the economy could get so bad that memories of the Trump prosperity will carry Donald over the electoral threshold.   Further trouble in the three (and counting) world hotspots could shake the people out of their foreign policy indifference and induce them to support a guy who at least argues that he could handle the likes of Putin and Xi better than Biden.   And we always have the border, which is a disaster, and crime, which may be the biggest issue in the election

“Yeah, all those things could combine to put Donald back in the White House, but I say ‘Why take the chance?’   If we nominate somebody who embodies conservative principles but carries none of Donald’s baggage, we will win, especially if we are facing Joe Biden.   The Democrats only win this thing if they can divert attention from their candidate.   Why should we let them do that?

“There are lots of problems with replacing Trump.   Trump is so far ahead in the polls that it looks like he is unstoppable.   True enough, but it is still early and Donald has set expectations so high that even a minor stumble opens up the field.   Let’s see what happens in Iowa and New Hampshire.   One gets the sense that there is room, albeit only a little room, for one of his opponents to emerge as the sole alternative to Trump, and then it could get interesting.   This is admittedly a long shot, and many of us are probably talking more out of hope than facts here, but it could happen.

“The biggest problem is that many, maybe most, of Donald’s loyal followers don’t give a rat’s hindquarters about the Republican Party;  in fact, they see part of Trump’s mission as destroying traditional Republicanism and replacing it with what can be vaguely described as Trumpist Populism.   So any argument that Trump will destroy the GOP’s chances either has no appeal to them or indeed further increases their ardor for Trump.   But do these voters really want to see another four years of Biden or a younger version of him?   Is that really preferable to four years of, say, Nikki Haley, Ron DeSantis, or Chris Christie?    Maybe the most ardent Trump backers would never support Nikki or Chris, but, surely, Ron would be acceptable to them…right?”

 

BACK TO YOURS TRULY…

You see where this is going.    One, or both, of the parties is going to somehow dump its front-runner.   And whichever party does that, assuming the other party keeps its front-runner, will win.  The country is yearning for an alternative to Trump and Biden, and it’s not going to emerge from any of these nascent Third Party efforts.

 

 

 

Tuesday, November 7, 2023

THREE (OTHER) WISE MEN

 

11/7/23

 

 

Three points need to be made before discussing the wisest person, or people, I’ve ever met and what I have learned from them.

 

First, there is a yawning gap between being smart and being wise.   In fact, one of the most salient attributes of a wise person is not feeling the need to let people know how smart s/he is.

 

Second, there is wisdom, to varying degrees, in everybody.   However, we often miss the wisdom in those closest to us because we see such people in moments when they don’t seem the least bit wise.   Conversely, we often attribute more wisdom than is merited to other people because we have only, or usually, seen them in situations in which their wisdom manifests itself.   Probably because these people are not the closest people in our world, we don’t get the opportunity to see them making the ordinary mistakes and errors in judgment we see made by those who are nearest to us.   So we underestimate the wisdom of the former and overestimate the wisdom of the latter.

 

Third, what we have learned from people is largely a measure of what we are willing to learn.   Over the years, people have dispensed great advice, and provided plenty of examples of wise behavior, to me.  Had I followed the advice or the actions of such people, I would be much wiser today.   So people have tried to teach me things, but I refused to learn, which shows the limited extent of my wisdom, at least at an early age.  It also shows a lack of humility on my part.   A very wise man I once knew told me that humility can be defined as teachability, i.e., the humble person is the person who knows s/he has a lot to learn and is willing to learn it.   In that sense, humility is the very essence of wisdom.

 

So, given those stipulations, who was the wisest person I’ve ever known?   I simply can’t narrow this answer down to one person, so you will have to settle for three.

 

 

One of those wise men I knew was my Dad, Dick Quinn, Sr..  Dad did not have much formal education, at least by today’s standards, but he was, as I have said in another chapter, perhaps the most thoroughly self-educated man I ever knew.  This never-ending pursuit of knowledge was what made Dad smart.   What made him wise was never wearing that pursuit of knowledge on his sleeve.  He was a man of few words, which probably comes as a surprise to those who know me but never knew my Dad.   This reticence may have come naturally to my dad, given the circumstances under which he grew up, but it also had to do with his belief that he had plenty to learn from people who were better educated than he and his reluctance to say things that might expose his lack of education.   It may have been my dad who told me that you don’t learn anything when you are talking; if so, that is one piece of wisdom that I completely ignored most of my life and have only recently begun to appreciate.  At any rate, my Dad was smarter than those of his friends who had advanced degrees or the like, so he need not have feared speaking up.   In fact, the world would have been a better place had he more freely shared what was on his mind.  But he was a cautious man, overly cautious, really, and this was one of the reasons he was as quiet as he was.

 

Dad also taught me the virtues of hard work, delaying gratification, gratitude, and trust in God and in one’s self.   He taught me not to expect anything from anybody, that whatever one had in life was the result of hard work and dedication.   He taught me the importance of children in one’s life and how important it was, if I were to marry, to marry the right person.   Some of these lessons were intentional, some were not.   And not everything my Dad taught me was right.   I managed to learn many of these lessons, good and bad, and I also refused to learn many of these lessons, good and bad.   But Dad was, if not the wisest man I ever knew, certainly the first wise man I knew and the one who, and not only because of his role as my father, was most determined to teach me the things I would need to get along in life.

 

 

Another wise man in my life was Bill Cowhey, who was a mentor to me in some very rough times in my life and in some of the best times of my life.   Bill was an older gentleman (in the best sense of that very misused word), though not as old as my Dad, who felt it was his duty to take those people under his wing who wanted to be taken under his wing.   One of Bill’s wisest attributes was not forcing himself on people; he only dispensed advice, counsel, and friendship to those who asked him.    Bill was patient but driven, always working to help, in any way he could, people who needed help.   He was tireless, even late in life, in his work among people who needed and were seeking help and was generous, perhaps too generous, in giving his time to, often, complete strangers.    This attitude of service, and Bill’s overwhelming sense of calm and restraint, were things that Bill tried to teach me, primarily by example, that I am still trying, however haltingly, to learn.  One of the things that Bill did manage to teach me was that I didn’t know everything.   That wasn’t easy for either of us.

 

Bill’s two rules of life were….

 

1.       Don’t sweat the small stuff, and

2.       It’s all small stuff.

 

I obviously didn’t learn that, if at all, nearly as fully as Bill, or I, would have liked, but when my anxiety goes into overdrive, I think of Bill and what he would have said, and it usually brings me down to earth and leads me to an appreciation for all that I have, all that I will not lose, all that Bill tried to impart to me, and all that I have to give.

 

When Bill died in 2018, I wrote this in his online condolence book:

 

“Bill may have been the greatest man I ever met.  I don't know where I'd be without his help and guidance.  He helped save my life and the lives of countless others.   His quick wit, seemingly inexhaustible patience, and his understanding of the world and of human nature are permanently implanted in the minds and, more importantly, the hearts, of his legions of friends and admirers.   None of us can be Bill; we are just grateful to have known Bill.

I will miss Bill, think of him often, and pray for, really to, him. 

Thanks, Bill.”

 

I was not alone in my feelings; Bill’s funeral at Old St. Patrick’s was one of the largest in memory at Chicago’s oldest continuously operating church.   Another of the commenters on his online condolence book wrote “Mr. Chicago has left the building.”   How true that moniker was.

 

 

The third wise man I would like to note was Father John Kinsella, a Jesuit priest, lawyer, distinguished scholar of the law, and long-serving faculty member at Loyola Law School.   Like Bill, John was with me through some turbulent and wonderful times.   He listened when I needed someone to listen, taught when I needed someone to teach, and made me, and many others, laugh when I needed to laugh.   His perspective as both a priest and a man who knew the streets and its denizens was rare.   Our similar backgrounds…Catholic, but with a sense of and appreciation for the Church’s shortcomings, of the same Irish ethnicity with all the good and the bad that entails, from the same neighborhood, alumni of the same high school…instantly attracted us to each other.   I never knew anyone, including myself, who believed in me as much as John did.   When I talked with John, I felt I could do anything, and, whenever I came up with an idea that I thought had promise, John was the first one to tell me to go ahead and do it as long as it was something that enabled me to use what he thought were my considerable talents to, to use his vague and often-used term, “help people.”  As long I was going to do something that would help people, I wasn’t to worry about the small stuff that was holding me back and not to lose sight of the big picture for all the minutiae and detail that were really just excuses for inaction.

 

John’s rule of life was even simpler than Bill’s:

 

“Do the next right thing.”

 

Simple, but not easy.  The tricky part, of course, is knowing what the next right thing is, and, when I pointed that out to John, as I frequently, and probably annoyingly, did, he would break into that inimitable Irish smile and say “Pray; you’ll know.”  

 

John, like Bill, was a man who, out of an immense sense of gratitude for all he had been given, felt a continuing, and joyful, obligation to serve others.    Sometimes this desire to help was not as considered as it should have been; he certainly followed his own advice, sometimes too assiduously, to put the fears aside and just go ahead and do the next right thing, which nearly always involved providing help to people who were able to convince John that they needed it, which was often too easy.   This put John into some precarious situations, and even led to a few injuries, especially when he got older, that drove me and his many other friends crazy.    But regard for his personal safety never stopped John from doing what he knew God wanted him to do…to damn the obstacles and do all he could for those who needed his help.   After all, he always felt he was living on borrowed time anyway.

 

 

I have been blessed with the opportunity to meet and to know many smart people in my life, but, more importantly, to have known far fewer genuinely wise people.   I couldn’t possibly begin to list them all here, but my Dad, Bill, and John stand out as the three wisest people I have ever known.   There is a wide gulf between what they tried to teach me and what I actually learned; I have always been a tough nut to crack due to that lack of humility that yet another wise man tried to teach me.   But I managed to pick up a little of what my dad, Bill, and John tried to impart, and my life has been immeasurably better for it.  

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, November 3, 2023

WHAT DO JESUS CHRIST AND DICK BUTKUS HAVE IN COMMON?

 

11/3/23

I would like to say that Jesus Christ is my icon, but writing that seems sacrilegious, especially when I think that my Catholic Church has gotten entirely too carried away with its iconography; it is Jesus Christ who saves us, not pictures, candles, gold vessels, or relics stored in churches that are usually entirely too ornate.   But I digress.   So Jesus is not my icon but is, rather, my Lord and Savior, and His Spirit is the guide of my life.   Through the Spirit, I, and all of us, can be more like Jesus every day.  I often fall short, but, as Jesus himself said  (Matthew 10, 25):

“It is enough for his disciple that he become like his teacher, for the slave the he become like his master.”

If I can simply follow Jesus’s admonition to be more like him every day, then my mission in life, my reason for existence, will be fulfilled.

 

 

What about my secular icons?

 

 

Richard J. Daley, the mayor of my hometown when I was born and, during his time, and probably for all time, the most powerful local politician in the country, comes immediately to mind.   The man knew what he wanted to do.   He served his citizens out of a sense of duty, a desire to retain and increase his power, or both.   He didn’t take guff from anybody, nor did he take much advice from anybody.   He had a plan and generally thought about nine steps ahead of everybody.   He had a huge role, some say the deciding role, in deciding whom the Democrats would nominate for president, and when, in 1972, the national party threw him over the side in a bacchanal of banality and self-destruction, they suffered a disastrous defeat.  There will never be another like him.  He was mayor of Chicago, and head of the Cook County Regular Democratic Organization, aka “The Machine,” on the day I was born.  He remained in that post until he died when I was a freshman in college.  Some say that Mr. Daley was a benevolent dictator, some leave out the adjective.   I, however, would recommend benevolent dictatorship as the nearly perfect form of government.  At least as practiced by Dick Daley, it was far better than the turbulence, disorganization, and fecklessness that prevails in Chicago and in our country today.

 

 

Another of my icons was Winston Churchill.   Were it not for Mr. Churchill’s courage, single-mindedness, grit, and seeming inability to surrender, Nazi Germany, or perhaps the Soviet Union, might be alive and running Europe and much of the globe today.   Great Britain, and Western civilization, would reside only in the history books.   For that, I thank God for the indomitable Mr. Churchill.

 

 

Jack Bogle was the founder of Vanguard and the man who popularized the index fund, democratized investing, and broke up the clique of investment managers who charged outrageous fees for less than mediocre performance.   I met Mr. Bogle on several occasions and found him to be knowledgeable, amiable, and more than willing to share his time with a junior guy in the investment business.   Years ago, when I wrote a letter to the Wall Street Journal decrying the fees charged by most actively managed mutual funds, Mr. Bogle wrote me a kind note thanking me for spreading the word.  I still have that note.

 

One of my childhood icons, Dick Butkus, died only a few weeks ago.  Mr. Butkus was the ultimate personification of what the Chicago Bears used to be.  I started following the Bears in 1965, when I was eight years old and Butkus was a rookie.   A tough kid from the southeast side of Chicago, Butkus was not only the meanest, grittiest, and hardest hitting, but also the most proficient, middle-linebacker of his day and maybe, of all time.    Every kid in my neighborhood wanted to be Dick Butkus.   Well, maybe not every kid; the faster kids wanted to be Gale Sayers, another of my childhood icons.   I was at the game in 1965 when Sayers, one of the Bears’ other rookie sensations that year, scored six touchdowns against the San Francisco 49ers, tying a Bear record.   He would have broken the record had George Halas not elected to have Rudy Bukich hand the ball to Jon Arnett when the Bears were on the San Francisco one-yard line for what would have been a sure seventh touchdown for Sayers.   Most people said Halas didn’t want Sayers to break the record because Sayers would then ask for more money the next season.   I believe it.   Today, George Halas is affectionately referred to as “Papa Bear.”   Players of the Butkus/Sayers era doubtless had other nicknames for Mr. Halas.

 

My brother Dick always was, and always will be, one of my icons.   He was the funniest, and most insightful, guy I ever knew.   He was my inspiration and my role model, for good and for ill, but mostly for good.   I sorely enjoyed, and so miss, our Friday evenings together.   He was, and always will be, my big brother and the coolest guy who ever lived.

 

Finally, my wife Sue is, and has been for 35 years of a wonderful marriage, my icon.   She is a wife and a mother beyond compare.   My kids and I adore her.   Everyone with whom she comes into contact respects, admires, and/or loves her.    She is a wife, a mother, and a lover like no other.   She was made for me and I for her.  I thank God for her every day, every hour, every minute.   She is the best thing that ever happened to me.