Judgment, Timing, and Luck

While luck and timing were never his friends, have they now joined forces to threaten de Blasio's legacy? The story of a relationship gone awry
Photos: Ben Kanter
"So, what I found is, when I started running for mayor, it was just like, let’s get this over with. I am who I am, I’m not changing, it’s not like something I could change — I couldn’t fake it if I wanted to, it’s too deep in me. So, I just kind of came out with it. What’s amazing is people… they didn’t like my choice, but they did like my honesty."
He was talking about his affinity for the Boston Red Sox on a sports radio show, but Bill de Blasio could have been discussing almost any area of his life.
Honest, but sort of obstinate; decent, but without the easy charm that comes naturally to other politicians.
He was mayor. Of New York. How hard could it have been to pretend to exchange the team of his youth for the Yankees?
For Bill de Blasio, it was very hard.
In time, this inflexibility would darken the final stretch of his mayoralty in New York City, perhaps even tarnish his legacy — at least as it pertained to the Orthodox Jewish community with whom he’d gotten along so well for so long.
What happened?
Where did things go wrong?
How did Bill de Blasio lose one of his most carefully cultured relationships?
The Fixer
Bill de Blasio has spent most of his adult life on a one-way trip to making a difference.
He didn’t have an easy childhood. When he was five years old, in 1966, his parents divorced, and his mother, Maria, took her children back to her family in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Bill’s father, Warren Wilhelm, an injured war veteran, more or less disappeared from their lives, and Maria’s family — the de Blasios — raised her three boys. Those years formed Bill’s allegiance to the Red Sox, the team that would give the young man an identity and cause at a time of instability.
When young Bill was 18, his father, suffering from cancer, committed suicide.
Years later, when Bill’s daughter Chiara would go public about her struggles with substance abuse and depression, it was initially perceived as a politically motivated move — the family was getting the dark story out of the way before the media uncovered it. But Bill and his family disproved the theory. After publicizing the video, the young woman and her parents used her struggles as a springboard to open a discussion about mental illness in general, launching a city-sponsored texting service for suffering teenagers.
“I never really got to know my father,” de Blasio said at the time Chiara emerged as a spokesperson for depression, “but I saw what happens when a problem is unaddressed.”
This determination to fix every problem, noticeable or otherwise, would generally serve the mayor well — except when it wouldn’t. The spring of 2020 would be one of those times.
In his high school yearbook, friends predicted that one day, when Bill was elected president, they’d boast that they once knew him. He was bright and determined and always a champion of the underdog, trying to right what he perceived to be wrongs.
After earning a B.A. in metropolitan studies from NYU and a master’s degree from Columbia University’s School of International and Public Affairs, de Blasio took a job at the Maryland-based Quixote Center, where he was a regular at protests and rallies, getting arrested more than once. In 1988, he traveled to Nicaragua to support and assist the ruling socialist government, the Sandinista National Liberation Front, which was opposed by the United States government.
The socialist sympathizer and political organizer then moved back to his birthplace, New York City, where he worked for a nonprofit aimed at improving health care in Central America. In 1989, he became a volunteer coordinator for David Dinkins’s mayoral campaign, and after the election, de Blasio was hired as an aide at City Hall.
During that stint, de Blasio met his wife, an African-American fellow aide, Chirlane McCray, but that’s not the only way his life changed.
Working for Dinkins gave him a close-up view of the 1991 riots that erupted after a car accident involving a chassidic driver and African-American child. The young boy was killed and a mob, crying for “hassidic blood,” roamed the streets of Crown Heights for three days, forcing Jewish residents of the neighborhood to barricade themselves in their homes, paralyzed by terror. Dinkins made the fateful decision to let the people express their rage, and it resulted in the murder of a young chassid, Yankel Rosenbaum.
De Blasio was haunted by this.
“He saw a mayor lose control of a city,” says a close confidant of the mayor, “and it kept him awake at night. He thought Dinkins should have invoked a curfew, should have let the police clamp down, and that hadn’t happened.”
This too would prove significant in the spring of 2020.
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