The New York Times METRO Friday, February 4, 2000
The Self-Made Charmer Who Runs Albany
By ROBIN FINN
HIS is Albany, so that dapper fellow in
the camel's-hair coat must be Mayor Gerald D. Jennings, a two-term statesman
with sufficient stage smarts to turn on the charm and put up his dukes
simultaneously. Central casting might want credit, but he's self-made (just
ask), and right now he's brandishing a welcome mat the way his father and
grandfather taught him back at their Jennings's Broadway Tavern. Though the
tavern is defunct, he's still in Albany and loving it. As the top-of-the-ticket
Democrat in a city that he says tends to embrace his party by an 11-to-1 margin,
what's to hate? Not even Republicans.
His gift of gab, like his politics, is inherited. His perpetual tan, he is
quick to explain, comes from the sun, not from a tanning booth (on the rare
occasions that he takes a vacation, the destination is Miami). As for the snazzy
clothes, indulge him. "When you're mayor, every day is dress-up day. First
I face the treadmill, then I face the world," says Mr. Jennings, 51, who
exercises at 6 a.m. each day to keep bureaucratic bulge at bay.
He's an equal-opportunity host, as tavern keeper or as keeper of the keys to
this city. But only if his guests behave themselves. And the Rev. Al Sharpton,
that means you.
When Mr. Jennings learned from a local television station -- he keeps
relations with the media warm and fuzzy -- that the Amadou Diallo murder trial
had been transplanted to Albany, he didn't exactly cringe. None of that
"why us?" stuff.
Instead, Mr. Jennings mobilized for what he felt he could parlay into a
Chamber of Commerce showcase for the city that's been his oyster, well, forever.
Rose-colored visions like this got him elected in 1993. And re-elected after his
Capitalize Albany plan, a consortium of government and business, drew $400
million in construction projects, etched a new skyline and enlivened downtown.
He deemed being host for the Diallo trial not a nuisance but a grand
opportunity "to not only profile the city from a legal point of view, but
get the message out that things are turning around here." There's no place
as well equipped as Albany, he insisted, to deliver "a fair, fast
trial." To set the right tone for that, he acted fast, too.
First he huddled with the commander of the 335 police officers who patrol
this city of 104,000 -- 77 percent of it white -- and instructed him to rev up
for an influx of demonstrators and the same downstate media that get their
jollies portraying Albany as Hicksville, U.S.A. Mr. Jennings has not forgotten
the time Albany made it into a Letterman monologue; the subject was a proposed
bullet train linking New York City to Albany.
"Letterman said, 'Who would WANT to go to Albany in an hour?' "
mimics the mayor, who soothed his ruffled feelings by shipping the comedian a
taped rebuttal that, alas, never saw air time. Mr. Jennings had better luck with
another celebrity, Mr. Sharpton, whom he contacted the minute he and his police
chief ended their Diallo strategy session.
"I welcomed him to the city and told him we would be hospitable hosts as
long as they would be hospitable guests," recalls the mayor, who can peer
out his window and see the courthouse. "He's made it clear he's not here to
take anything out on the city of Albany or its citizens, and I've held him to
that," says Mr. Jennings. The subtext: while Albany is not immune to racial
strife, the host prefers that outsiders stick to their own knitting, in this
case the Diallo case. O N Monday, a peaceful demonstration of 450.
On Tuesday, just a gaggle of reporters, with Mr. Sharpton and a few defense
lawyers verbally sparring under the watchful eye of two of the biggest members
of the police force, Nick, a Clydesdale, and Deb, a Belgian draft horse. Today,
on the one-year anniversary of the Diallo shooting, the trial will be three days
old and, the optimistic mayor hopes, just three or four weeks from resolution.
But he's also a realist, a self-described street kid from North Albany, the
swath of city called Limerick. That's why he penned a letter to Gov. George E.
Pataki urging that some richer agency foot the bill for the $500,000 to $1.5
million cost of maintaining order during the trial. And the fact that Albany did
not request this spotlight does not mean it won't bask in it a little.
"I'm proud of this city," Mr. Jennings says from an office whose
opulent furnishings confirm that the prior mayoralty had a habit of mistaking
itself for a monarchy. One predecessor, Augustus Corning, reigned for 41 years
"in an era of lower expectation."
Mr. Jennings, a former assistant principal at Albany High School, got his
start when Mr. Corning handpicked him to run for alderman against an insurgent
Democrat in 1977. He lost by 21 votes and, determined not to be a whipping boy
again, became a bit of an insurgent himself; when the Democratic machine kicked
him off its ticket in the 1989 primary, he "became famous" by running
and winning as the Independent Voice Party. An alderman from 1980 to 1993, he
says he ran for mayor because he was sick of seeing the city regress and, as a
divorced man with a grown son, had 24 hours a day to commit to the job.
Cozy with the Clintons and already endorsing the mayor-friendly Andrew Cuomo
for governor, Mr. Jennings is engaged to a "very, very tolerant"
woman, earns $102,846 and has set his heart on a third term.
Rumor has it that his touchiest guest, Mr. Sharpton, is talking up the
re-election.