You can"t begin too early in politics if you want to succeed at the game. I began several years before I could vote, and so did every successful leader in Tammany Hall. When I was twelve years old I made myself useful around the district headquarters and did work at all the polls on election day. Later on, I hustled about gettin" out voters who had jags on or who were too lazy to come to the polls. There"s a hundred ways that boys can help, and they get an experience that"s the first real step in statesmanship. Show me a boy that hustles for the organization on election day, and I"ll show you a comin" statesman.
That"s the a, b, c of politics. It ain"t easy work to get up to q and z. You have to give nearly all your time and attention to it. Of course, you may have some business or occupation on the side, but the great business of your life must be politics if you want to succeed in it.
A few years ago Tammany tried to mix politics and business in equal quant.i.ties, by havin" two leaders for each district, a politician and a business man. They wouldn"t mix. They were like oil and water. The politician looked after the politics of his district; the business man looked after his grocery store or his milk route, and whenever he appeared at an executive meeting, it was only to make trouble. The whole scheme turned out to be a farce and was abandoned mighty quick.
Do you understand now, why it is that a reformer goes down and out in the first or second round, while a politician answers to the gong every time? It is because the one has gone into the fight without trainin", while the other trains all the time and knows every fine point of the game.
Chapter 5. New York City Is Pie for the Hayseeds
THIS city is ruled entirely by the hayseed legislators at Albany. I"ve never known an upstate Republican who didn"t want to run things here, and I"ve met many thousands of them in my long service in the Legislature. The hayseeds think we are like the Indians to the National Government--that is, sort of wards of the State, who don"t know how to look after ourselves and have to be taken care of by the Republicans of St. Lawrence, Ontario, and other backwoods counties. Why should anybody be surprised because ex-Governor Odell comes down here to direct the Republican machine? Newburg ain"t big enough for him. He, like all the other upstate Republicans, wants to get hold of New York City. New York is their pie.
Say, you hear a lot about the downtrodden people of Ireland and the Russian peasants and the sufferin" Boers. Now, let me tell you that they have more real freedom and home rule than the people of this grand and imperial city. In England, for example, they make a pretense of givin"
the Irish some self-government In this State the Republican government makes no pretense at all. It says right out in the open: "New York City is a nice big fat Goose. Come along with your carvin" knives and have a slice." They don"t pretend to ask the Goose"s consent.
We don"t own our streets or our docks or our waterfront or anything else. The Republican Legislature and Governor run the whole shootin"
match. We"ve got to eat and drink what they tell us to eat and drink, and have got to choose our time for eatin" and drinkin" to suit them. If they don"t feel like takin" a gla.s.s of beer on Sunday, we must abstain.
If they have not got any amus.e.m.e.nts up in their backwoods, we mustn"t have none. We"ve got to regulate our whole lives to suit them. And then we have to pay their taxes to boot.
Did you ever go up to Albany from this city with a delegation that wanted anything from the Legislature? No? Well, don"t. The hayseeds who run all the committees will look at you as if you were a child that didn"t know what it wanted, and will tell you in so many words to go home and be good and the Legislature will give you whatever it thinks is good for you. They put on a sort of patronizing air, as much as to say, "These children are an awful lot of trouble. They"re wantin" candy all the time, and they know that it will make them sick. They ought to thank goodness that they have us to take care of them." And if you try to argue with them, they"ll smile in a pityin" sort of way as if they were humorin" a spoiled child.
But just let a Republican farmer from Chemung or Wayne or Tioga turn up at the Capital. The Republican Legislature will make a rush for him and ask him what he wants and tell him if he doesn"t see what he wants to ask for it. If he says his taxes are too high, they reply to him: "All right, old man, don"t let that worry you. How much do you want us to take off?"
"I guess about fifty per cent will about do for the present," says the man. "Can you fix me up?"
"Sure," the Legislature agrees. "Give us somethin", "New York City Is Pie for the Hayseeds," try harder, don"t be bashful. We"ll take off sixty per. cent. if you wish. That"s what we"re here for."
Then the Legislature goes and pa.s.ses a law increasin" the liquor tax or some other tax in New York City, takes a half of the proceeds for the State Treasury and cuts down the farmers" taxes to suit. It"s as easy as rollin" off a log--when you"ve got a good workin" majority and no conscience to speak of.
Let me give you another example. It makes me hot under the collar to tell about this. Last year some hay-seeds along the Hudson River, mostly in Odell"s neighborhood, got dissatisfied with the docks where they landed their vegetables, brickbats, and other things they produce in the river counties. They got together and said: "Let"s take a trip down to New York and pick out the finest dock we can find. Odell and the Legislature will do the rest." They did come down here, and what do you think they hit on? The finest dock in my district Invaded George W.
Plunkitt"s district without sayin" as much as "by your leave." Then they called on Odell to put through a bill givin" them this dock, and he did.
When the bill came before Mayor Low I made the greatest speech of my life. I pointed out how the Legislature could give the whole waterfront to the hayseeds over the head of the Dock Commissioner in the same way, and warned the Mayor that nations had rebelled against their governments for less. But it was no go. Odell and Low were pards and--well, my dock was stolen.
You heard a lot in the State campaign about Odell"s great work in reducin" the State tax to almost nothin", and you"ll hear a lot more about it in the campaign next year. How did he do it? By cuttin" down the expenses of the State Government? Oh, no! The expenses went up. He simply performed the old Republican act of milkin" New York City. The only difference was that he nearly milked the city dry. He not only ran up the liquor tax, but put all sorts of taxes on corporations, banks, insurance companies, and everything in sight that could be made to give up. Of course, nearly the whole tax fell on the city. Then Odell went through the country districts and said: "See what I have done for you.
You ain"t got any more taxes to pay the State. Ain"t I a fine feller?"
Once a farmer in Orange County asked him: "How did you do it, Ben?"
"Dead easy," he answered. "Whenever I want any money for the State Treasury, I know where to get it," and he pointed toward New York City.
And then all the Republican tinkerin" with New York City"s charter.
n.o.body can keep up with it. When a Republican mayor is in, they give him all sorts of power. If a Tammany mayor is elected next fall I wouldn"t be surprised if they changed the whole business and arranged it so that every city department should have four heads, two of them Republicans.
If we make a kick, they would say: "You don"t know what"s good for you.
Leave it to us. It"s our business."
Chapter 6. To Hold Your District: Study Human Nature and Act Accordin"
There"s only one way to hold a district: you must study human nature and act accordin". You can"t study human nature in books. Books is a hindrance more than anything else. If you have been to college, so much the worse for you. You"ll have to unlearn all you learned before you can get right down to human nature, and unlearnin" takes a lot of time. Some men can never forget what they learned at college. Such men may get to be district leaders by a fluke, but they never last.
To learn real human nature you have to go among the people, see them and be seen..1 know every man, woman, and child in the Fifteenth District, except them that"s been born this summer--and I know some of them, too.
I know what they like and what they don"t like, what they are strong at and what they are weak in, and I reach them by approachin" at the right side.
For instance, here"s how I gather in the young men. I hear of a young feller that"s proud of his voice, thinks that he can sing fine. I ask him to come around to Washington Hall and join our Glee Club. He comes and sings, and he"s a follower of Plunkitt for life. Another young feller gains a reputation as a baseball player in a vacant lot. I bring him into our baseball dub. That fixes him. You"ll find him workin" for my ticket at the polls next election day. Then there"s the feller that likes rowin" on the river, the young feller that makes a name as a waltzer on his block, the young feller that"s handy with his dukes--I rope them all in by givin" them opportunities to show themselves off.
I don"t trouble them with political arguments. I just study human nature and act accordin".
But you may say this game won"t work with the high-toned fellers, the fellers that go through college and then join the Citizens" Union. Of course it wouldn"t work. I have a special treatment for them. I ain"t like the patent medicine man that gives the same medicine for all diseases. The Citizens" Union kind of a young man! I love him! He"s the daintiest morsel of the lot, and he don"t often escape me.
Before telling you how I catch him, let me mention that before the election last year, the Citizens" Union said they had four hundred or five hundred enrolled voters in my district. They had a lovely headquarters, too, beautiful roll-top desks and the cutest rugs in the world. If I was accused of havin" contributed to fix up the nest for them, I wouldn"t deny it under oath. What do I mean by that? Never mind.
You can guess from the sequel, if you"re sharp.
Well, election day came. The Citizens" Union"s candidate for Senator, who ran against me, just polled five votes in the district, while I polled something more than 14,000 votes. What became of the 400 or 500 Citizens" Union enrolled voters in my district? Some people guessed that many of them were good Plunkitt men all along and worked with the Cits just to bring them into the Plunkitt camp by election day. You can guess that way, too, if you want to. I never contradict stories about me, especially in hot weather. I just call your attention to the fact that on last election day 395 Citizens" Union enrolled voters in my district were missin" and unaccounted for.
I tell you frankly, though, how I have captured some of the Citizens"
Union"s young men. I have a plan that never fails. I watch the City Record to see when there"s civil service examinations for good things.
Then I take my young Cit in hand, tell him all about the good thing and get him worked up till he goes and takes an examination. I don"t bother about him any more. It"s a cinch that he comes back to me in a few days and asks to join Tammany Hall. Come over to Washington Hall some night and I"ll show you a list of names on our roll" marked "C.S." which means, "bucked up against civil service."
As to the older voters, I reach them, too. No, I don"t send them campaign literature. That"s rot. People can get all the political stuff they want to read--and a good deal more, too--in the papers. Who reads speeches, nowadays, anyhow? It"s bad enough to listen to them. You ain"t goin" to gain any votes by stuffin" the letter boxes with campaign doc.u.ments. Like as not you"ll lose votes for there"s nothin" a man hates more than to hear the letter carrier ring his bell and go to the letter box ex pectin" to find a letter he was lookin" for, and find only a lot of printed politics. I met a man this very mornin" who told me he voted the Democratic State ticket last year just because the Republicans kept crammin" his letter box with campaign doc.u.ments.
What tells in holdin" your grip on your district is to go right down among the poor families and help them in the different ways they need help. I"ve got a regular system for this. If there"s a fire in Ninth, Tenth, or Eleventh Avenue, for example, any hour of the day or night, I"m usually there with some of my election district captains as soon as the fire engines. If a family is burned out I don"t ask whether they are Republicans or Democrats, and I don"t refer them to the Charity Organization Society, which would investigate their case in a month or two and decide they were worthy of help about the time they are dead from starvation. I just get quarters for them, buy clothes for them if their clothes were burned up, and fix them up till they get things runnin" again. It"s philanthropy, but it"s politics, too--mighty good politics. Who can tell how many votes one of these fires bring me? The poor are the most grateful people in the world, and, let me tell you, they have more friends in their neighborhoods than the rich have in theirs.
If there"s a family in my district in want I know it before the charitable societies do, and me and my men are first on the ground. I have a special corps to look up such cases. The consequence is that the poor look up to George W. Plunkitt as a father, come to him in trouble--and don"t forget him on election day.
Another thing, I can always get a job for a deservin" man. I make it a point to keep on the track of jobs, and it seldom happens that I don"t have a few up my sleeve ready for use. I know every big employer in the district and in the whole city, for that matter, and they ain"t in the habit of sayin" no to me when I ask them for a job.
And the children--the little roses of the district! Do I forget them?
Oh, no! They know me, every one of them, and they know that a sight of Uncle George and candy means the same thing. Some of them are the best kind of vote-getters. I"ll tell you a case. Last year a little Eleventh Avenue rosebud, whose father is a Republican, caught hold of his whiskers on election day and said she wouldn"t let go till he"d promise to vote for me. And she didn"t.
Chapter 7. On The Shame of the Cities
I"VE been readin" a book by Lincoln Steffens on "The Shame of the Cities".
Steffens means well but, like all reformers, he don"t know how to make distinctions. He can"t see no difference between honest graft and dishonest graft and, consequent, he gets things all mixed up. There"s the biggest kind of a difference between political looters and politicians who make a fortune out of politics by keepin" their eyes wide open. The looter goes in for himself alone without considerin" his organization or his city. The politician looks after his own interests, the organization"s interests, and the city"s interests all at the same time. See the distinction? For instance, I ain"t no looter. The looter hogs it. I never hogged. I made my pile in politics, but, at the same time, 1 served the organization and got more big improvements for New York City than any other livin" man. And I never monkeyed with the penal code.
The difference between a looter and a practical politician is the difference between the Philadelphia Republican gang and Tammany Hall.
Steffens seems to think they"re both about the same; but he"s all wrong.
The Philadelphia crowd runs up against the penal code. Tammany don"t.
The Philadelphians ain"t satisfied with robbin" the bank of all its gold and paper money. They stay to pick up the nickels and pennies and the cop comes and nabs them. Tammany ain"t no such fool. Why, I remember, about fifteen or twenty years ago, a Republican superintendent of the Philadelphia almshouse stole the zinc roof off the buildin" and sold it for junk. That was carryin" things to excess. There"s a limit to everything, and the Philadelphia Republicans go beyond the limit. It seems like they can"t be cool and moderate like real politicians. It ain"t fair, therefore, to cla.s.s Tammany men with the Philadelphia gang.
Any man who undertakes to write political books should never for a moment lose sight of the distinction between honest graft and dishonest graft, which I explained in full in another talk. If he puts all kinds of graft on the same level, he"ll make the fatal mistake that Steffens made and spoil his book.
A big city like New York or Philadelphia or Chicago might be compared to a sort of Garden of Eden, from a political point of view. It"s an orchard full of beautiful apple trees. One of them has got a big sign on it, marked: "Penal Code Tree--Poison." The other trees have lots of apples on them for all. Yet the fools go to the Penal Code Tree. Why?
For the reason, I guess, that a cranky child refuses to eat good food and chews up a box of matches with relish. I never had any temptation to touch the Penal Code Tree. The other apples are good enough for me, and 0 Lord! how many of them there are in a big city!
Steffens made one good point in his book. He said he found that Philadelphia, ruled almost entirely by Americans, was more corrupt than New York, where the Irish do almost all the governin". I could have told him that before he did any investigatin" if he had come to me. The Irish was born to rule, and they"re the honestest people in the world. Show me the Irishman who would steal a roof off an almhouse! He don"t exist.
Of course, if an Irishman had the political pull and the roof was much worn, he might get the city authorities to put on a new one and get the contract for it himself, and buy the old roof at a bargain--but that"s honest graft. It"s goin" about the thing like a gentleman, and there"s more money in it than in tearin" down an old roof and cartin" it to the junkman"s--more money and no penal code.