The Streets Were Paved with Gold - Ken Auletta [53]
Beame and his city cohorts treated the crisis as a public relations problem, as they had always done. On July 7, 1975, after the city had been shut out of the credit market, after the state Municipal Assistance Corporation (MAC) was formed to police city finances, as the city teetered near bankruptcy, Abe Beame sat calmly behind his City Hall desk and told a roomful of reporters that the fiscal crisis was “behind us.” Over the summer, Governor Carey briefly pondered removing Beame from office; by September, the state legislature formed the Emergency Financial Control Board to declare fiscal martial law and advertise to investors that Abe Beame reigned but no longer ruled New York.
The Mayor retained iron control of his emotions, courageously resisting the wounded importunings of his son Buddy that bankruptcy was preferable to humiliation. But the personal pain rankled. The new state overseers sniped at him, disdained him, thought he was in the way. Even after the events of the past year, Beame didn’t understand. He saw himself as working hard, holding late-night meetings at Gracie Mansion, trying his best. He still rose early, made his lists of things to do. He followed through on phone calls and correspondence. He didn’t understand what those people, as he called them, expected of him. Didn’t they know he was working hard? Wasn’t he sacrificing? Didn’t he cut more employees from the city’s payroll than any other mayor in history—and without strikes? Didn’t he sacrifice his old friend Jim Cavanagh when the state and the banks insisted that he be fired? Didn’t he bring in Deputy Mayor John Zuccotti and other capable executives? He was too controlled to say so, but it drove him crazy. The city’s new fiscal rulers expected him to be something he was not. They expected him to be a leader when all his life he had been a survivor, a match for Ambrose Bierce’s definition of perseverance: “A lowly virtue whereby mediocrity achieves an inglorious success.”
“Abe Beame could have done much more much earlier and paid much less,” state Budget Director Peter Goldmark told me in 1975. “In fact, if the city were willing to get honest with its figures last winter and presented a two- or three-year fiscal plan and agreed to limit its borrowing, there