发布时间:2019-12-13 00:10:02|十四场16123期开奖结果| 来源 :法律图书馆


  James R. McManus, the last of the long-reigning leaders of a Tammany Hall Democratic dynasty that presided over Manhattan’s politically tempestuous West Side since 1892, died on Monday at his home in the heart of it, Hell’s Kitchen. He was 84.

  The cause was heart failure, his nephew Thomas McManus said.

  The McManus family’s dominion was inaugurated by James’s great-uncle Thomas J. McManus, who was universally known as “The McManus,” to distinguish him as undisputed leader of the clan.

  In 1905 he deposed the West Side district leader George Washington Plunkitt, the quotable courthouse philosopher who unabashedly professed, “I seen my opportunities and I took ′em.”

  Like his father, grandfather and great-uncle, Jim McManus was an elected district leader, a relatively minor functionary in the great scheme of political office but a major neighborhood figure in the days when the clubhouses were cogs of well-greased machine politics, when a well-connected local party boss could find a loyal constituent a job, an apartment or a key to getting out of jail.

  But by the time Mr. McManus inherited the Hell’s Kitchen district leadership in 1963 and became the family patriarch, the Democratic organization had become just a vestige of the feral Tammany tiger that had fended off New York’s would-be reformers and good-government groups since the mid-19th century.

  James McManus, one of New York City’s last surviving recognizable neighborhood political bosses, never denied the reality that the power district leaders once held was long gone.

  “In the old days, you could get people jobs, take care of their problems, help with their daily life,” he told The New York Times in 2017. “But you just can’t help anybody anymore. You can’t even take care of a jury notice.”

  In a Midtown neighborhood (also called Clinton) west of the Theater District, where younger white collar workers were supplanting Irish dockworkers, Mr. McManus proved himself remarkably durable. He also remained nimble, partly by reaching accommodation, if sometimes grudgingly, with real or potential rivals when faced with defeat. (Personal habits changed, too. He used to chain-smoke Lucky Strikes.)

  Unlike most fellow district leaders, Mr. McManus sustained a robust, full-service neighborhood clubhouse (and a funeral home) in the West 40s, just west of Eighth Avenue. (The phone there would also ring in his apartment six blocks away.) His factotums routinely delivered for constituents desperate for an apartment, employment, bail or help in preparing their taxes or vacating a summons, or perhaps concerned about crime encroaching from Times Square.

  While some party reformers were defending the civil liberties of prostitutes during the crime-plagued mid-1970s, Mr. McManus was espousing a different point of view.

  “The trouble is that some of these reform politicians think they have a right to vote their conscience,” he said. “In this neighborhood, we think that when you’re elected you have to vote the way the people want you to vote.”

  James Robert McManus was born in Manhattan on Sept. 10, 1934, to Eugene and Helen (Kearney) McManus. His father was a deputy chief court clerk. Jim grew up at 452 West 49th Street, near 10th Avenue. It was the same house that his great-uncle Thomas occupied until his death in 1926.

  After graduating from Power Memorial Academy in Manhattan and Iona College in New Rochelle, N.Y., Mr. McManus worked in the Times’s production department and, like his father, as a part-time funeral director. In 1965 he was named an assistant administrator for the city’s Board of Elections, which he described as a part-time rather than a no-show job. (“I would tell him he has to come in like everybody else,” Betty Dolen, the board’s executive director, said in 1990. “He just never bothered to answer.”)

  Mr. McManus never wed. His sister Maureen McManus was married to Michael J. Spillane, a bookmaker, loan shark and, by all accounts, gentleman gangster who was known as Mickey. He was murdered in 1977, and his gang was succeeded by a more brutal one, the Westies. Organized crime was always an occupational hazard of politics in Hell’s Kitchen.

  “We didn’t interfere with the mob on the docks, and they didn’t interfere with our politics,” Mr. McManus explained in 1992. “Once, they brought an old man into the club who needed a place to live. I said, ‘What was your profession?’ He said: ‘Pickpocket, but I can’t work anymore because my eyes are going. But I never robbed a working guy in my life.’ I got the guy an apartment.”

  Like Plunkitt, who originated the apothegm “honest graft,” Mr. McManus distinguished favoritism from corruption.

  “I wouldn’t do anything for money that I wouldn’t do for nothing,” he said. “What I mean is, a little old lady comes in and wants a favor. I do it. A big law firm wants a favor. I say, buy 50 tickets for my cocktail party. They’re not bribing me. They’re just supporting me.”

  Thomas McManus, his great-uncle, had been Plunkitt’s nemesis (“Caesar had his Brutus; I’ve got my ‘The’ McManus,” Plunkitt complained), and one measure of Thomas’s epochal ousting of Plunkitt in 1905 was that news of the victory was the lead article in the next day’s Times.

  Thomas’s brother Charles succeeded him. When Charles died seven years later, Thomas’s son Eugene, at 21, was deemed too young to take command, so a cousin, Michael J. Kennedy, assumed leadership. He presided until 1941, when “The McMani,” as Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan called them, reclaimed the post.

  In recent years Jim McManus’s nephew Michael J. Spillane Jr. (a restaurateur who is also known as Mickey) and niece Denise Spillane briefly inherited the leadership from their uncle. They were ousted in a Democratic primary in 2017. His nephew Thomas McManus is now the president of the McManus Midtown Democratic Association, as the West Side organization is known.

  James was a regular, or organization, Democrat, but he understood the nobility of compromise, particularly when he was outnumbered.

  In 1972, he bucked the party establishment to support the liberal Senator George S. McGovern in New York’s Democratic presidential primary. Some club members were discombobulated, but young, reform-minded McGovern campaign workers were even more taken aback when they gravitated to Mr. McManus’s old-school clubhouse to volunteer.

  In 1983, Mr. McManus’s unlikely running mate for the district leadership was Clare M. Pierson, a 27-year-old granddaughter of the late Gov. Nelson A. Rockefeller, a Republican.

  Several years earlier, Ms. Pierson had bought a brownstone next to the four-story building occupied by the McManus family’s funeral parlor, which also happened to have been listed by nine relatives and friends of Mr. McManus on his nominating petitions as their home address. (A court referee disallowed their signatures.)

  “In the old days, we used to vote the graveyards,” Lawrence Mandelker, Mr. McManus’s election lawyer, observed at the time. “Jim is a reformer. He votes the funeral parlor.”

  By 2014, when his sister Maureen died, he had become the last of his generation of McMani.

  “My mother asked me when she was dying to make sure I look after Maureen,” Jim McManus said. “My work is done.”

  His work as a patriarch, perhaps, but not as a politician — a profession about which he would wax poetic with a Plunkittesque flourish.

  “You make a deal with a reform leader and the next year he’s got a judgeship and there’s someone new who doesn’t know anything about past promises,” he told The Times in 1972, suggesting that lawyers be disqualified from district leaderships. “You’re much better sticking with a saloonkeeper or an undertaker like me, who couldn’t become a judge even if he wanted to.”

  He added: “I’m still collecting on favors that were done 20 years ago by my father and 50 years ago by my great-uncles. That’s what organization politics is all about.”



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【离】【开】【有】【间】【客】【栈】【的】【卧】【江】【子】,【循】【着】【洛】【云】【襄】【所】【给】【出】【的】【路】【观】【图】,【一】【路】【前】【行】,【来】【到】【神】【之】【社】【所】【在】。 【殊】【料】【路】【观】【图】【指】【示】【之】【地】,【一】【路】【行】【来】【只】【见】【满】【目】【荒】【凉】【败】【落】,【不】【见】【生】【机】。【卧】【江】【子】【叶】【扇】【轻】【摇】,【不】【见】【半】【分】【异】【状】,【只】【顾】【一】【路】【前】【进】,【最】【终】,【前】【路】【无】【路】,【身】【后】【也】【只】【是】【一】【片】【迷】【雾】【笼】【罩】,【卧】【江】【子】【前】【无】【路】,【后】【无】【途】,【顿】【时】【受】【限】,【卧】【江】【子】【面】【上】【却】【仍】【是】【一】【派】【轻】【松】

  【就】【在】【这】【个】【时】【候】,【魏】【胖】【子】【微】【微】【一】【笑】,【突】【然】【吸】【气】【吐】【气】,【他】【的】【肚】【子】【先】【是】【一】【陷】,【随】【后】【又】【猛】【然】【一】【挺】,【那】【邬】【凡】【达】【突】【然】【觉】【得】【一】【股】【力】【道】【袭】【來】,【身】【子】【被】【震】【的】【后】【退】【几】【步】,【差】【点】【站】【不】【稳】, 【魏】【胖】【子】【淡】【淡】【一】【笑】,【说】【道】:“【邬】【护】【卫】【小】【心】。” 【邬】【凡】【达】【何】【时】【被】【人】【这】【样】【羞】【辱】【过】,【他】【突】【然】【取】【过】【一】【柄】【大】【刀】,【向】【魏】【胖】【子】【砍】【來】,【魏】【胖】【子】【也】【不】【畏】【怕】,【只】【是】【突】【然】【动】【手】十四场16123期开奖结果“【又】【没】【让】【你】【吃】。”【杨】【桃】【溪】【正】【打】【算】【招】【呼】【他】【们】【也】【来】【一】【碗】【暖】【和】【暖】【和】,【就】【听】【到】【这】【么】【一】【句】,【顿】【时】【翻】【了】【个】【白】【眼】。 “【先】【吃】,【回】【头】【再】【说】【事】。”【夏】【择】【城】【拍】【了】【拍】【白】【枭】【的】【肩】,【顺】【势】【去】【看】【了】【一】【眼】【艾】【轩】【寿】。 【艾】【轩】【寿】【夜】【里】【想】【逃】【好】【几】【次】,【但】【他】【愣】【是】【解】【不】【开】【身】【上】【的】【绳】【索】【不】【说】,【就】【连】【蛊】【也】【放】【不】【出】【周】【边】【的】【那】【药】【粉】【圈】【子】,【下】【半】【夜】【才】【算】【是】【认】【命】【的】【蜷】【起】【来】【睡】【觉】。

  【当】【华】【光】【起】【来】【那】【一】【刹】【那】。 【包】【括】【叶】【紫】【萱】【在】【内】【的】【人】【都】【神】【色】【大】【变】,【因】【为】【这】【一】【幕】【来】【的】【有】【些】【措】【手】【不】【及】。 【在】【场】【之】【中】【唯】【一】【提】【前】【觉】【察】【到】【的】【就】【是】【林】【飞】【了】。 “【叶】【紫】【萱】,【这】【件】【事】【你】【怎】【么】【解】【释】?”【血】【小】【天】【冷】【声】【道】,【浑】【身】【上】【下】【充】【满】【了】【戒】【备】。 “【这】【下】【咱】【们】【成】【了】【案】【板】【上】【的】【鱼】【肉】【了】。”【樊】【天】【血】【目】【光】【更】【加】【的】【阴】【冷】【了】。 【叶】【紫】【萱】【现】【在】【也】【被】【弄】【得】【一】


  “【不】【用】【去】。”【林】【祈】【年】【笑】【着】【轻】【轻】【一】【挥】【手】:“【看】【来】【魏】【铸】【星】【是】【把】【这】【个】【手】【雷】【给】【搞】【成】【了】。” “【走】,【独】【眼】,【我】【们】【看】【看】【去】。”【林】【祈】【年】【说】【完】【便】【大】【踏】【步】【地】【往】【前】【走】【去】,【赵】【独】【先】【是】【愣】【了】【一】【下】,【接】【着】【连】【忙】【追】【了】【上】【去】,【右】【臂】【的】【空】【袖】【管】【在】【奔】【跑】【中】【甩】【来】【甩】【去】。 “【主】【公】,【等】【等】【我】。” 【林】【祈】【年】【跨】【过】【了】【木】【拱】【桥】,【联】【排】【的】【工】【匠】【作】【坊】【人】【去】【屋】【空】,【只】【剩】【下】【成】