One reason why the Irishman is more honest in politics than many Sons of the Revolution is that he is grateful to the country and the city that gave him protection and prosperity when he was driven by oppression from the Emerald Isle. Say, that sentence is fine, ain"t it? I"m goin" to get some literary feller to work it over into poetry for next St. Patrick"s Day dinner.
Yes, the Irishman is grateful. His one thought is to serve the city which gave him a home. He has this thought even before he lands in New York, for his friends here often have a good place in one of the city departments picked out for him while he is still in the old country. Is it any wonder that he has a tender spot in his heart for old New York when he is on its salary list the mornin" after he lands?
Now, a few words on the general subject of the so called shame of cities. I don"t believe that the government of our cities is any worse, in proportion to opportunities, than it was fifty years ago. I"ll explain what I mean by "in proportion to opportunities." A half a century ago, our cities were small and poor. There wasn"t many temptations lyin" around for politicians. There was hardly anything to steal, and hardly any opportunities for even honest graft. A city could count its money every night before goin" to bed, and if three cents was missin", all the fire bells would be rung. What credit was there in bein" honest under them circ.u.mstances"? It makes me tired to hear of old codgers back in the thirties or forties boastin" that they retired from politics without a dollar except what they earned in their profession or business. If they lived today, with all the existin" opportunities, they would be just the same as twentieth-century politicians. There ain"t any more honest people in the world just now than the convicts in Sing Sing. Not one of them steals anything. Why? Because they can"t. See the application?
Understand, I ain"t defendin" politicians of today who steal. The politician who steals is worse than a thief. He is a fool. With the grand opportunities all around for the man with a political pull, there"s no excuse for stealin" a cent. The point I want to make is that if there is some stealin" in politics, it don"t mean that the politicians of 1905 are, as a cla.s.s, worse than them of 1835. It just means that the old-timers had nothin" to steal, while the politicians now are surrounded by all kinds of temptations and some of them naturally--the fool ones--buck up against the penal code.
Chapter 8. Ingrat.i.tude in Politics
THERE"s no crime so mean as ingrat.i.tude in politics, but every great statesman from the beginnin" of the world has been up against it. Caesar had his Brutus; that king of Shakespeare"s--Leary, I think you call him--had his own daughters go back on him; Platt had his Odell, and I"ve got my "The" McMa.n.u.s. It"s a real proof that a man is great when he meets with political ingrat.i.tude. Great men have a tender, trustin"
nature. So have I, outside of the contractin" and real estate business.
In politics I have trusted men who have told me they were my friends, and if traitors have turned up in my camp well, I only had the same experience as Caesar, Leary, and the others. About my Brutus. McMa.n.u.s, you know, has seven brothers and they call him "The" because he is the boss of the lot, and to distinguish him from all other McMa.n.u.ses.
For several years he was a political bushwhacker. In campaigns he was sometimes on the fence, sometimes on both sides of the fence, and sometimes under the fence. n.o.body knew where to find him at any particular time, and n.o.body trusted him--that is, n.o.body but me. I thought there was some good in him after all and that, if I took him in hand, I could make a man of him yet.
I did take him in hand, a few years ago. My friends told me it would be the Brutus Leary business all over again, but I didn"t believe them.
I put my trust in "The." I nominated him for the a.s.sembly, and he was elected. A year afterwards, when I was runnin" for re-election as Senator, I nominated him for the a.s.sembly again on the ticket with me. What do you think happened? We both carried the Fifteenth a.s.sembly District, but he ran away ahead of me. Just think! Ahead of me in my own district! I was just dazed. When I began to recover, my election district captains came to me and said that McMa.n.u.s had sold me out with the idea of knockin" me out of the Senatorship, and then tryin"
to capture the leadership of the district. I couldn"t believe it. My trustin" nature couldn"t imagine such treachery.
I sent for McMa.n.u.s and said, with my voice tremblin" with emotions: "They say you have done me dirt, "The." It can"t be true. Tell me it ain"t true."
"The" almost wept as he said he was innocent.
"Never have I done you dirt, George," he declared. "Wicked traitors have tried to do you. I don"t know just who they are yet, but I"m on their trail, and I"ll find them or abjure the name of "The" McMa.n.u.s. I"m goin"
out right now to find them."
Well, "The" kept his word as far as goin" out and findin" the traitors was concerned. He found them all right--and put himself at their head. Oh, no! He didn"t have to go far to look for them. He"s got them gathered in his clubrooms now, and he"s doin" his best to take the leadership from the man that made him. So you see that Caesar and Leary and me"s in the same boat, only I"ll come out on top while Caesar and Leary went under.
Now let me tell you that the ingrate in politics never flourishes long.
I can give you lots of examples. Look at the men who done up Roscoe Conkling when he resigned from the United States Senate and went to Albany to ask for re-election! What"s become of them? Pa.s.sed from view like a movin" picture. Who took Conkling"s place in the Senate? Twenty dollars even that you can"t remember his name without looking in the almanac. And poor old Plattt He"s down and out now and Odell is in the saddle, but that don"t mean that he"ll always be in the saddle. His enemies are workin" hard all the time to do him, and I wouldn"t be a bit surprised if he went out before the next State campaign.
The politicians who make a lastin" success in politics are the men who are always loyal to their friends, even up to the gate of State prison, if necessary; men who keep their promises and never lie. Richard Croker used to say that tellin" the truth and stickin" to his friends was the political leader"s stock in trade. n.o.body ever said anything truer, and n.o.body lived up to it better than Croker. That is why he remained leader of Tammany Hall as long as he wanted to. Every man in the organization trusted him. Sometimes he made mistakes that hurt in campaigns, but they were always on the side of servin" his friends.
It"s the same with Charles F. Murphy. He has always stood by his friends even when it looked like he would be downed for doin" so. Remember how he stuck to McClellan in 1903 when all the Brooklyn leaders were against him, and it seemed as if Tammany was in for a grand smash-up! It"s men like Croker and Murphy that stay leaders as long as they live; not men like Brutus and McMa.n.u.s.
Now I want to tell you why political traitors, in New York City especially, are punished quick. It"s because the Irish are in a majority. The Irish, above all people in the world, hates a traitor.
You can"t hold them back when a traitor of any kind is in sight and, rememberin" old Ireland, they take particular delight in doin" up a political traitor. Most of the voters in my district are Irish or of Irish descent; they"ve spotted "The" McMa.n.u.s, and when they get a chance at him at the polls next time, they won"t do a thing to him.
The question has been asked: Is a politician ever justified in going"
back on his district leader? I answer: "No; as long as the leader hustles around and gets all the jobs possible for his const.i.tuents."
When the voters elect a man leader, they make a sort of a contract with him. They say, although it ain"t written out: "We"ve put you here to look out for our Interests. You want to see that this district gets all the jobs that"s comm" to it. Be faithful to us, and we"ll be faithful to you."
The district leader promises and that makes a solemn contract. If he lives up to it, spends most of his time chasm" after places in the departments, picks up jobs from railroads and contractors for his followers, and shows himself in all ways a true statesman, then his followers are bound in honor to uphold him, just as they"re bound to uphold the Const.i.tution of the United States. But if he only looks after his own interests or shows no talent for scenting out jobs or ain"t got the nerve to demand and get his share of the good things that are going", his followers may be absolved from their allegiance and they may up and swat him without bein" put down as political ingrates.
Chapter 9. Reciprocity in Patronage
WHENEVER Tammany is whipped at the polls, the people set to predictin"
that the organization is going" to smash. They say we can"t get along without the offices and that the district leaders are going" to desert wholesale. That was what was said after the throwdowns in 1894 and 1901.
But it didn"t happen, did it? Not one big Tammany man deserted, and today the organization is stronger than ever.
How was that? It was because Tammany has more than one string to its bow.
I acknowledge that you can"t keep an organization together without patronage. Men ain"t in politics for nothin". They want to get somethin"
out of it.
But there is more than one kind of patronage. We lost the public kind, or a greater part of it, in 1901, but Tammany has an immense private patronage that keeps things going" when it gets a setback at the polls.
Take me, for instance. When Low came in, some of my men lost public jobs, but I fixed them all right. I don"t know how many jobs I got for them on the surface and elevated railroads--several hundred.
I placed a lot more on public works done by contractors, and no Tammany man goes hungry in my district. Plunkitt"s O.K. on an application for a job is never turned down, for they all know that Plunkitt and Tammany don"t stay out long. See!
Let me tell you, too, that I got jobs from Republicans in office--Federal and otherwise. When Tammany"s on top I do good turns for the Republicans. When they"re on top they don"t forget me.
Me and the Republicans are enemies just one day in the year--election day. Then we fight tooth and nail The rest of the time it"s live and let live with us.
On election day I try to pile up as big a majority as I can against George Wanmaker, the Republican leader of the Fifteenth. Any other day George and I are the best of friends. I can go to him and say: "George, I want you to place this friend of mine." He says: "Mi right, Senator."
Or vice versa.
You see, we differ on tariffs and currencies and all them things, but we agree on the main proposition that when a man works in politics, he should get something out of it.
The politicians have got to stand together this way or there wouldn"t be any political parties in a short time. Civil service would gobble up everything, politicians would be on the b.u.m, the republic would fall and soon there would be the cry of "Vevey le roil".
The very thought of this civil service monster makes my blood boil. I have said a lot about it already, but another instance of its awful work just occurs to me.
Let me tell you a sad but true story. Last Wednesday a line of carriages wound into Cavalry Cemetery. I was in one of them. It was the funeral of a young man from my district--a bright boy that I had great hopes of.
When he went to school, he was the most patriotic boy in the district.
n.o.body could sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" like him, n.o.body was as fond of waving a flag, and n.o.body shot off as many firecrackers on the Fourth of July. And when he grew up he made up his mind to serve his country in one of the city departments. There was no way of gettin"
there without pa.s.sin" a civil service examination. Well, he went down to the civil service office and tackled the fool questions. I saw him next day--it was Memorial Day, and soldiers were marchin" and flags flyin"
and people cheerin".
Where was my young man? Standin" on the corner, scowlin" at the whole show. When I asked him why he was so quiet, he laughed in a wild sort of way and said: "What rot all this is!"
Just then a band came along playing "Liberty." He laughed wild again and said: "Liberty? Rats!"
I don"t guess I need to make a long story of it.
From the time that young man left the civil service office he lost all patriotism. He didn"t care no more for his country. He went to the dogs.
He ain"t the only one. There"s a gravestone over some bright young man"s head for every one of them infernal civil service examinations. They are underminin" the manhood of the nation and makin" the Declaration of Independence a farce. We need a new Declaration of Independence, independence of the whole fool civil service business.
I mention all this now to show why it is that the politicians of two big parties help each other along, and why Tammany men are tolerably happy when not in power in the city. When we win I won"t let any deservin"
Republican in my neighborhood suffer from hunger or thirst, although, of course, I look out for my own people first.
Now, I"ve never gone in for nonpartisan business, but I do think that all the leaders of the two parties should get together and make an open, nonpartisan fight against civil service, their common enemy. They could keep up their quarrels about imperialism and free silver and high tariff. They don"t count for much alongside of civil service, which strikes right at the root of the government. The time is fast coming when civil service or the politicians will have to go. And it will be here sooner than they expect if the politicians don"t unite, drop all them minor issues for a while and make a stand against the civil service flood that"s sweepin" over the country like them floods out West.