The Bringing Down of Liz Holtzman

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This originally appeared in the November 1993 issue of The
Rothbard-Rockwell Report
.

Joy oh joy!
Hosanna! It would be difficult to pick, out of an all-too-jammed
field, the most repellent politician in American life, but surely
Elizabeth Holtzman would run anyone a very close race for that honor.
Tough, dour, butch, pencil-thin, and ultra-left, Liz Holtzman has
been plaguing New Yorkers, and Americans in general, for many years.
She has always played the scene as a brutal avenging angel –
or devil. In the Watergate affair, Holtzman, as a member of the
House Judiciary Committee from Brooklyn, was prominent on TV as
the stern avenger, bringing and enforcing justice, helping to bring
down the Nixon administration. And then, in her congressional stint,
in the 1970s, she conceived and introduced the bill that has been
tormenting the country ever since: creating the Office of Special
Investigations as a virtually independent fiefdom in the Department
of Justice where Alan Ryan, Neil Sher, the Anti-Defamation League
and their minions can drag elderly-Eastern European immigrants out
of their beds and get them deported and often executed abroad for
allegedly “Nazi” activities engaged in half a century ago. John
Demjanjuk is only one of the innocent victims of Holtzmanesque “justice.”

But now, hallelujah!
Justice has at last triumphed; the stars are once again in their
courses; the avenger has been on the receiving end of vengeance
and how does she like it? For the famed Bringer Down and what a
plop! Liz Holtzman has been cast into total ignominy. For all political
purposes, she is finished, kaput, stone cold dead in the market.
For she lost the September 28 run-off Democratic primary for re-nomination
(and eventual re-election) as Comptroller of the City of New York
to a previously unknown opponent by no less than two-to-one, 67
to 33 percent. Wow!

At the beginning
of this year’s New York City political campaign, Liz Holtzman looked
to be a shoo-in for renomination and reelection. She has been around
a long time, had big name recognition, and was in solid with feminist,
left-Jewish, and black voters.

But in the
late spring and early summer, as the weather got warmer, and homeowners
began to settle in their summer or weekend homes at Fire Island,
a small but politically powerful bevy of homeowners in the community
of Saltaire began to get together and plot and scheme for the downfall
of Elizabeth Holtzman. For non–New Yorkers, Fire Island is
a long and narrow strip of sand and beach south of the Long Island
mainland. Contrary to myth, it is not solely a summer haven for
homosexuals (as is the Fire Island community of Cherry Grove, for
example). A unique feature of Fire Island is that, by design, there
are no roads and automobiles allowed on the island. Each community
is reached by separate ferries from the mainland. The result is
very little interrelationship among the various communities, but
lots of togetherness within each village. Saltaire is a community
of middle-class politicians and assorted power-brokers from the
borough of Queens, a borough whose political complexion is moderate-to-conservative
Democratic.

A particular
leading-light in Saltaire is former Congresswoman Geraldine Ferraro,
and the charming and likable Ferraro was very, very ticked off.
Mad as Hell. And the object of Geraldine’s total wrath was none
other than La Holtzman. It all stemmed from the 1992 race for the
U.S. Senate. Incumbent Republican Senator Alfonse D’Amato was vulnerable,
he had “ethics” problems stemming from the activities of his beloved
brother Armand (convicted after the election). It looked like a
sure Democratic seat in a Democratic year, and several politicos
vied for the right to oppose D’Amato in the Democrat primary. A
supposed shoo-in was Geraldine Ferraro, making her comeback after
declining from her peak as vice-presidential candidate in the ill-fated
Mondale campaign of 1984. Her major opponent was the nerdy, colorless
State Attorney General Robert Abrams, who felt that it was his turn
for high office. Also running were City Comptroller Liz Holtzman,
splitting the feminist vote to the tune of a lot of wailing and
breast-beating from the Sisterhood, and clownish black agitator
“the Reverend” Al Sharpton, who seemed to be in the race just to
get some credibility for future scams.

It was late
in the primary season in 1992, and Ferraro had a comfortable lead
in the polls. While the hard-core feminists such as Bella Abzug
preferred Holtzman, Ferraro’s friendliness and – yes, let’s
say it, femininity – charmed far more voters. Ferraro
seemed to have it in the bag. And then, in a last-minute blitz,
La Holtzman put on her Darth Vader uniform and struck. Borrowing
over $400,000 from her buddies at the Fleet Bank, Holtzman flooded
the airwaves with bitter negative spots against Ferraro – dredging
up the old whispered rumors about “Mafia” and “Mafia pornographers”
that had virtually ended Ferraro’s Congressional career. The Mafia
stuff had emerged during the spotlight of the presidential campaign,
when Ferraro’s husband John Zaccarro, a commercial real estate tycoon
in New York, was revealed to have alleged Mafiosos and pornographers
among his tenants.

So
Gerry Ferraro was not allowed to have her comeback. Defeat was snatched
from the jaws of victory, as Holtzman’s savage attacks reopened
old wounds, and Bob Abrams, who had mildly seconded the attacks
on Ferraro, squeezed into victory. But oddly enough, Holtzman herself
only succeeded in self-destructing. Only hard-core feminists were
convinced by Holtzman’s line that if men can be allowed to
be tough and negative, why can’t a woman? Everyone else was, well,
repelled, and at the election Holtzman plummeted to single digits
in percentage of votes, falling even below the clown Reverend Sharpton.

Ferraro was
so upset that she refused to endorse Abrams after his primary victory.
After lengthy negotiations between the two camps, Ferraro made a
grudging TV spot endorsing Abrams, but as one wag put it, it had
all the sincerity of Saddam’s Western hostages praising their captor.
D’Amato’s brilliantly organized campaign led enough indignant Italo-Americans
to shift to his camp and narrowly beat out Abrams.

After the election,
Ferraro, of course, still burned for revenge against her tormentor.
Hence, the plotting at Saltaire. The Saltaire group came up with
a long shot to oppose Liz Holtzman’s presumed breeze of a re-election
campaign: they decided to put up against her the totally unknown
product of the Queens Democrat machine, State Assemblyman Alan Hevesi.

The Saltarians
started with a huge problem: no one in New York politics had ever
heard of Hevesi, including his own constituents, who are scarcely
alive to their local assemblyman. How could this unknown quantity
topple the mighty Holtzman? Who even knew Hevesi’s ethnic background,
always a crucial factor in New York politics: Was he Italian, or
Hispanic, or what?

The first vital
step: the Saltarians put the Hevesi campaign in the hands of one
of the great political managers of our epoch: Hank Morris, who had
run a losing Hevesi campaign four years ago against Holtzman in
the primary, and who went on from there to manage one of the best
political campaigns of our day: Diane Feinstein’s for U.S. Senate
in California.

Since
no one had ever heard of Hevesi, Morris began the campaign by making
use of that very fact: by turning a liability into a near-asset.
The TV spots featured: “Alan Who?” “Hevesi Who?” The next step was
to show countless rounds of Hevesi greeting the masses. Hevesi turned
out to be a tall, good-looking, and very amiable middle-aged gentleman,
and by showing an affable Hevesi, the point was implicitly but effectively
made in pointing up the contrast to La Holtzman, whose rare smile
makes her look like a ghostly and ghastly wraith. Hevesi’s ethnic
background was cleared up by letting it be known that his grandfather
had been one of the most distinguished rabbis in Hungary. The Jewish
vote! And moderate Jews who were fed up with the leftist and pro-black
Holtzman now knew they had somewhere to turn. Ferraro’s visible
and ardent support for Hevesi of course worked the Italian and moderate
feminist voters.

The next Hank
Morris line was a brilliant masterstroke. Everyone knew that Holtzman
really wanted to be a senator, and was using the comptrollership
as a base for her next move; by the summer, Herman Badillo, whose
Democratic primary race for mayor had flopped totally, had decided
to run instead for comptroller on Democrat, Liberal, and Republican
tickets (this cross-filing can be done in New York), and he became
part of the Giuliani-for-Mayor ticket. Badillo was bound to wrap
up the Puerto Rican vote, which otherwise could have gone either
way. So Hank Morris now came up with this great line: “Hevesi –
the only candidate who wants to be Comptroller!” Not Mayor,
not Senator, but Comptroller, the spot for which all these people
were vying.

The
race was tightening, and now the final clinching blow was suddenly
hammered home. It became known that the city’s Department of Investigation
was investigating the curious circumstances of La Holtzman, Ms.
Integrity, and her $450,000 loan from Fleet Bank. Not only was this
loan made on security of returns from a future Holtzman fund-raiser,
a benefit that raised less than half the sum pledged and left Holtzman
in a continuing financial hole. Even more intriguing was the fact
that a few months after the election, Fleet Securities, a corporation
closely connected with Fleet Bank, received a lucrative municipal
bond contract from Holtzman’s comptroller office. Aha! Hanky-panky!
Payoff?! The news of the inquiry hit the press in the last few weeks
before the primary, and the report itself was finished shortly before
the September primary. Not only that; it became known that the Department
of Investigation report was highly critical of Ms. Integrity, La
Holtzman. Now a bizarre situation exists in New York: Department
of Investigation reports on someone cannot be made public unless
the subject of the inquiry consents. The inquiry has to spend several
months being sifted by the Conflict-of-Interest Bureau.

Hevesi and
Badillo naturally demanded that Holtzman release the report; surely
the people have the right to know about their servant! But astonishingly,
at the last minute before the primary, La Holtzman refused –
to the bitter denunciation of the press. Her flimsy claim was that
the voting public wouldn’t have time to sift through the report
before voting. An egregious blunder, since the public doesn’t sift
anyway, and of course Holtzman’s rivals and the media made the most
of her gaffe.

As a result,
in the September primary, a walkaway for Holtzman was transmuted
into a very tight three-way race. Each of the three rivals got approximately
one-third of the vote, with Hevesi coming in a narrow first, and
Holtzman edging out Badillo for runner-up spot, the top two then
being plunged into a runoff two weeks later, in late September.
Where would the Badillo vote go? It was likely to go more to Hevesi,
since those who liked the incumbent Holtzman would probably vote
for her from the beginning. One point was noted: Holtzman depended
on the black vote, and blacks don’t vote in primaries, especially
in a runoff when neither Mayor Dinkins nor any other black would
be running.

As soon as
the election was over, Holtzman surrendered on the report, and released
it, now maintaining that the public would have a full two weeks
to do the sifting. In the event, they didn’t need two weeks: the
Investigation report was damning, demonstrating Holtzman’s lies
about not knowing that the two Fleets were involved; the report
actually accused La Holtzman of “gross negligence” in office. But
if she was a tough and nasty, knuckle-wielding leftist, but was
not Ms. Integrity, but a quasi-crook like all the rest and caught
with her hand in the cookie jar to boot, why in the world vote for
her?

And so in the
two weeks remaining until the runoff, a massive shift took place:
Hevesi was looking better and better: Mr. Affability, Mr. Wants-to-be-Comptroller;
whereas La Holtzman suddenly began to look like someone who had
no virtues to offset her glaring and irritating vices. And so, on
September 28, Hevesi swamped Holtzman two-to-one. No one in New
York is going to ask “Alan Who?” anymore. If anything, it will soon
be “Liz Who?” Was the timing of the Investigation Department report
a mere coincidence, or was it all brilliantly plotted by Hank Morris
and the gang? Who knows, but you can bet your bottom dollar on this:
Hank Morris will be able to write his own ticket in the next election
campaign.

Murray
N. Rothbard
(1926–1995) was the author of Man,
Economy, and State
, Conceived
in Liberty
, What
Has Government Done to Our Money
, For
a New Liberty
, The
Case Against the Fed
, and many
other books and articles
. He was
also the editor – with Lew Rockwell – of The
Rothbard-Rockwell Report
, and academic vice president of
the Ludwig von Mises Institute.

Murray
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