had pushed the council to approve a new minority district in Jamaica Plain. But the chair of the Redistricting Committee, Jimmy Kelly of South Boston, opposed it. Kelly was one of my six. The Black Political Task Force put Crayton on notice: A vote for me as president was a vote for Kelly as chairman. âThe decision Tony Crayton makes will almost certainly be a career decision,â said the president of the task force. âThere will be a lot of progressive forces that will support another candidate for that seat.â
But Tony, a hardworking member of Ways and Means, was ambitious. He wanted to replace me as committee chair, believing he could advance minority interests from that post. The council president appoints the chairs. I didnât have to spell it out. If Tony backed me for president, Iâd name him chair.
Hennigan thought that neither of us would get seven votes on the first ballot, giving her a chance to lure one of the three conservatives away from me. That strategy might have worked. The conservatives were livid with me for voting to override Ray Flynnâs veto of a bill that required most city restaurants to install condom vending machinesâthis after I supported, opposed, and supported it again! My coalition almost broke down. âIâm really getting beat up,â I told a reporter, who wrote that I âseemed likely to loseâ my bid for the presidency. One of the conservatives might have voted âpresentâ to punish me, or held off for a ballot to see what Maura had to offer. But the progressives behind Maura barely talked to the conservatives. I listened to them and would work with them.
Respectâshown by hearing people out and disagreeing without being disagreeableâis a vanishing political virtue. When I was new on the council, and the papers would quote me criticizing the mayor, my father would call me up to complain: âDonât say things like that about the mayor. You have to show him some respect.â Carl Menino may have hated politics, but from him I learned the secret that kept my coalition together. Hours before the vote, the conservatives met behind closed doors and decided to go for me on the first ballot.
âIt is heartening that a well-qualified candidate prevailed,â the
Globe
wrote of my 7â6 victory in an editorial titled âA Comer as Council President.â Black and Hispanic leaders who lumped me in with the âconservativesâ could take comfort from these words in the editorial: âSince his district encompasses Hyde Park and Roslindale, two racially mixed neighborhoods, [Menino] has an acute sense of the changes that are transforming the city and a knack for reconciling newcomers and longtime residents.â
Maura was gracious in defeat. âIt would have been wonderful to win, but it didnât happen,â she said. âYou live to fight another day.â That would be a long time coming.
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The neighbors crowded round for a block party in the Readville section. Neat little bungalows, cheek by jowl, emptied as hot dogs, pizza and soft drinks disappeared. The new mayor gave a Readville-is-now-on-the map speech, and he danced in the street with Angela while somebodyâs stereo blared Sinatraâs âMy Way.â
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âfrom David Nyhanâs column in the Boston Globe, July 20, 1993
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In early March, Ray Flynn summoned me to the mayorâs office. Bill Clinton had asked him to be U.S. ambassador to the Vatican. Should he take the job? âMayorâ (never âRayâ), I said, âsome of us from the neighborhoods might get to be congressmen, but name anyone from South Boston or Hyde Park who ever got to be an ambassador. Take it.â Ray said heâd mull Rome over. His call came at 2:30 in the afternoon: âGo out and get some new suits; youâre going to be acting mayor.â
âMy whole life has changed in a matter of twenty-four