The Daily Record’s Fred Snowflack recently reviewed Jim McGreevey’s new book, The Confession, describing Hizonor’s working-class upbringing, contrasting same with more affluent recent governors, and referring to him as among New Jersey’s poorest Governors. In this observation, Snowflack proves more than typically perspicacious.
A "confession" involves a "formal declaration of guilt". About his sexual predilections, such confession as McGreevey owes belongs to his wife (wives), his children, has family, and God. Being gay constitutes no offense against the public, nor does purely private behavior, however reckless. The polity is owed no apology and can grant no absolution.
McGreevey’s political record as Governor, however, represents an entirely different matter. For his politics, not his sexuality or his sexcapades, are the people owed an abject apology. In this often smarmy, often pretentious book, they receive not their due.
Allegedly because he felt the necessity – for whatever reason in this day and age – to lie about his sexuality, McGreevey became accomplished at lying about everything else, too. His campaign speeches were lies, from beginning to end. As democracy depends upon the willingness of those who would represent the people to fully and honestly expound their policies, accomplished liars like McGreevey constitute a mortal threat. If, once elected, he failed to break a single campaign promise, it escaped public notice. (Your humble author publicly promised to eat his hat, without salt, if McGreevey failed to raise taxes in his first budget, despite his promises to the contrary. No hat ever slept more peacefully, utterly secure in the certainty of that prediction.)
McGreevey’s recapitulation of his rise to power reads like a political horror story, of being in bed (figuratively, in this case) with every sleazy "warlord" in the State. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the number of references to allies and confidants who either went to jail, resigned in disgrace, or should have done so, boggles the mind.
Having associated with rogues, villains, and scoundrels throughout his political career, it seems almost comic that it surprised McGreevey when they acted true to form when he appointed them to office. For a man obsessed with details, he repeatedly managed to overlook the fact that many of his associates viewed governmental service as nothing more than a license to pillage, an opportunity to cash in on power. In fairness, McGreevey wasn’t among them; like Bill Clinton, ego, not money, drove his persona. But for his policy, associates, and appointees, he should grovel and beg the population’s forgiveness.
Despite his repeated attempts to establish his scholarly bona fides (how many times can one recite Kant’s name?), McGreevey seems woefully ignorant of basic economics, perhaps due to the fact that he spent virtually his entire life in government. His tax, borrow, and spend policies produced a moribund economy, with precisely zero private sector job growth, while massively increasing the governmental sector.
In part, he suffers from the same economic illiteracy which afflicts all liberals. They’re so anxious to do Good Deeds (with other people’s money) and to make society better, that they neglect the inconvenient fact that, faced with ridiculous taxation, productive people, capital, and businesses seek greener pastures. McGreevey brags about a $600 million tax increase on business (calling the failure to impose high taxes "corporate welfare"), and crows about the massive fines he imposed, never seeming to connect massive tax increases and an adversarial approach to the productive sector with the stubbornly flat New Jersey economy. He boasts about unilaterally preventing development on 300,000 acres of land, without even the slightest concern about the economic devastation wrought upon wholly innocent landowners denied their property rights. (Only "developers" were injured, don’t you know?)
He recognizes, now, that his rhetoric "... sounded like a Bolshevik." Had any Republican used that wholly appropriate description, the Daily Record and the rest of the media would have taken us to task for employing inappropriate hyperbole. At least on this score, it’s nice to have a master practitioner of the fine art of demagoguery admit it himself.
McGreevey repeatedly claims to oppose such practices as "Pay to Play"; he did ... well, what, precisely, to combat it? (A weak-kneed Executive Order which, he avers, could not have been advanced by any politician with a future in New Jersey, despite the fact that a scant few months later, the Legislature passed precisely the same measure, essentially without dissent, but only after the Democrats defeated Republican efforts to give it some real teeth) He castigates the system of "Bosses" which permits a few men to make or break candidates, but he did ... well, what, precisely, to reform it? (He could, as easily, have supported the abolition of the Party Line, which would defang the bosses in a stroke, or supported a state level Hatch act, to deprive public employees of their disproportionate influence) He claims to oppose sprawl and favor revitalized cities. That’s easy; repeal Mount Laurel. Apparently, the thought never crossed his mind.
And he hasn’t lost his passion for mischaracterizing a problem. He contends that high property taxes result primarily from our tradition of "home rule". Nonsense. They’re high due to inane Court rulings, like Abbott, which misallocate literally billions in state funds, and state policies which effectively insulate many spending decisions from the voters.
He can’t do math. His exquisitely idiotic envy tax – er, "millionaire’s tax" – allegedly affected 28,000 taxpayers and reaped $800 million. That’s $28,000 per, not $850 as McGreevey contends. Again, unsurprisingly (see "Bolshevik", above) the predictable results of his fabulously ill-advised policies were economic stagnation and the flight of productive folks from the state. Both happened.
If you received your "property tax relief" (HA!) check recently, you know that the rebates this tax was supposed to underwrite proved evanescent. McGreevey averred that the tax would be "temporary", but it was the tax relief they allegedly provided which proved fleeting.
Only when he describes Christie Whitman as an aloof, out-of-touch elitist does he hit the mark. On the campaign trail, he quite properly lambasted her – and poor Bret Schundler, who had the unenviable job of defending her legacy – for her inexcusable, irresponsible borrow and spend policies and her raids on the pension funds. Displaying his unwavering talent for hypocrisy (and proving the theorem that Republicans can invent no bad idea which Democrats can’t perfect), no sooner had the votes been counted that he embarked upon precisely the same borrow and spend policies, only worse, while also refusing to fund the pension accounts.
McGreevey’s book, time and time again, provides damning evidences of his craven, political cowardice. He contends that he knew which policies were right (and, occasionally, actually gets it right), but repeatedly cowered in spineless fear, lest he upset one of the powerful Democratic "warlords".
Leaders lead. They say what they mean and mean what they say. The only times McGreevey demonstrated the slightest moxie was taking on perceived Republican constituencies, such as landowners in the Highlands, business, or the so-called "rich". Never once, even when he himself admits it was the right thing to do, did he truly challenge the corrupt bastions of Democratic power.
History may remember McGreevey for his "gay American" speech, but New Jersey residents should remember him for his disastrous policies and appointments. His legacy: our grandchildren will be paying for his illegal borrowing 30 years hence. It will take years for the economy to recover from his "Bolshevik" policies, assuming that they’re reversed (and, alas, the present Administration seems ill-disposed to recognize the mistakes). His flagrant political dishonesty, and his appointment of rogues, scoundrels, pirates, and politically connected incompetents to positions of responsibility, did much to reaffirm citizen cynicism about those who would serve them.
But, then again, this is less a political tract than a gay tract, about how "... the closet is a sick, sick place". Nonsense. There exists not the slightest reason for anyone, gay or straight, to be (publicly) "honest" about what he does between the sheets, as it’s absolutely noone else’s business. (Unless, of course, you put your lover on the payroll) Consider Ed Koch, lifelong bachelor, sometimes rumored to be gay. And that – properly – is as far as it went. What he did sexually – if anything – and with whom, was no one else’s cotton pickin business. As it should be. The correct response to someone who inquires about a politician’s private sexual behavior is, for the most part, "what would possess you to ask such an impolite, impertinent question"?
Contrary to McGreevey’s assertion, it is not the closet which is sick, but the seemingly pathological exhibitionism which afflicts society generally and gays in particular. When someone comes out, the correct response should be, "please, go back in again." What one does in the bedroom, and with whom, should stay in the bedroom. As a wag wrote, "the love that dare not speaketh its name will not shutteth its mouth." Private matters should remain private. (And it’s not as if essentially everyone in Trenton didn’t know he was gay. We just didn’t care. Most of us still don’t.)
Politicians need not, contra McGreevey, be publicly "honest" about their sexuality. But they MUST – repeat MUST – be impeccably honest about their policies. An effective democracy requires nothing less.