The Boss, and How He Came to Rule New YorkLewis, Alfred Henry
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The Boss, and How He Came to Rule New York
Lewis, Alfred Henry
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Political fiction; Politicians -- Fiction
It was not alone my right, but my duty to do this. I had gone to the
polls the avowed candidate of the machine. There was none to vote for
me who did not know that my public courses would be shaped and guided by
the organization. I was free to assume, therefore, being thus elected as
a Tammany member by folk informed to a last expression of all that the
phrase implied, that I was bound to carry out the Tammany programmes and
execute the Tammany orders. Where a machine and its laws are known, the
people when they lift to office one proposed of that machine, thereby
direct such officer to submit himself to its direction and conform to
its demands.
There will be ones to deny this. And these gentry of denials will be
plausible, and furnish the thought of an invincible purity for their
assumptions. They should not, however, be too sure for their theories.
They themselves may be the ones in error. They should reflect
that wherever there dwells a Yes there lives also a No. These
contradictionists should emulate my own forbearance.
I no more claim to be wholly right for my attitude of implicit obedience
to the machine, than I condemn as wholly wrong their own position of
boundless denunciation. There is no man so bad he may not be defended;
there lives none so good he does not need defense; and what I say of a
man might with equal justice be said of any dogma of politics. As I set
forth in my preface, the true and the false, the black and the white in
politics will rest ever with the point of view.
During my years as an alderman I might have made myself a wealthy man.
And that I did not do so, was not because I had no profit of the place.
As the partner, unnamed, in sundry city contracts, riches came often
within my clutch. But I could not keep them; I was born with both hands
open and had the hold of money that a riddle has of water.
This want of a money wit is a defect of my nature. A great merchant late
in my life once said to me:
“Commerce--money-getting--is like a sea, and every man, in large or
little sort, is a mariner. Some are buccaneers, while others are sober
merchantmen. One lives by taking prizes, the other by the proper gains
of trade. You belong to the buccaneers by your birth. You are not a
business man, but a business wolf. Being a wolf, you will waste and
never save. Your instinct is to pull down each day's beef each day.
You should never buy nor sell nor seek to make money with money. Your
knowledge of money is too narrow. Up to fifty dollars you are wise.
Beyond that point you are the greatest dunce I ever met.”
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