“Carlo is taking over the public schools. Everything is set in motion. He’s got 8 votes on the School Committee. This is his piece de resistance, the takeover, control and the manipulation of the school department. He’s smacking his lips, smoking a victory cigar and the fight hasn’t even begun.”
– The mayor’s Blue Suit Speaking with Josh Resnek
By JOSH RESNEK with THE BLUE SUIT
I picked up the Blue suit at the end of Elm Street Tuesday afternoon.
“Hey, let’s get out of town for an hour and talk,” the Blue Suit suggested.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked him.
“There’s a place over in Malden where Carlo goes for private meetings when he doesn’t want to be seen.”
“What is it called and where is it located?” I asked.
“It’s called the Bistro. It’s on Exchange Street,” the Blue Suit answered.
So we drove over to Malden in my red Honda.
We ended up at the Bistro. I parked. We got out of the car. We walked inside.
‘I’d like a table in the back room if it isn’t being used,” the Blue Suit asked the concierge. “We’re looking for some privacy,” her added.
“Of course. Right this way,” the concierge answered.
I thought I caught him looking at the Blue Suit strangely. “May I have your name, sir,”
he asked the Blue Suit.
“I am the Blue Suit,” he told the concierge.
The concierge looked a bit taken aback.
“Are you Carlo DerMaria’s Blue Suit?” the concierge asked. “Yes, I am.”
“Funny thing,” the concierge said. “The mayor and two others were here a few days ago. I recognized the mayor.”
The concierge fixed two places for us at the table.
“I’ve heard people talking about you. I never thought I’d get to meet you. I feel like I know you. I’m humbled to meet you. We don’t get many celebrities at the Bistro. I’ve read the column you share with Josh Resnek. Is that you, Mr. Resnek?” the concierge turned and asked me.
“Yes. Glad to meet you,” I said. I reached out to shake his hand.
The concierge stepped back.
“I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll send someone in to take your order in a few minutes. Anything you need, just let me know.”
The Blue Suit and I got down to business.
“You know about the mayor’s takeover of the public schools,” he asked me.
“Of course I do. Do you know anyone who doesn’t know about it, or were you trying to say I’m an idiot?” I asked the Blue Suit.
“Not really,” he said. “You know how Everett is. It’s an impossible place to keep a secret.”
“It isn’t exactly a secret,” I added.
“At first glance, his takeover of the School Committee has the appearance of the German invasion of Poland at the start of the Second World War.”
“How do you mean?” the Blue Suit asked.
“Do you know how the Polish met the German invasion?” I asked. “Do you know what the Polish put up against the German Blitzkrieg?” I asked.
“No. What did they throw at the Germans?” the Blue Suit asked.
“Horse mounted cavalry,” I told the Blue Suit. The Polish sent out the cavalry to push back the German onslaught of planes bombing over head, tank and mechanized infantry moving for- ward fast over the land and artillery backing up the entire operation. The Polish Army was wiped out and Poland was taken over in a matter of days.”
“How does that compare with Carlo taking over the School Department?” the Blue suit wondered.
“The School Department and the School Committee is Poland. No one can defend themselves against the Carlo DeMaria Blitzkrieg.”
The waiter appeared.
“What can I get you gentleman? And by the way, would you mind giving me your autograph for an aunt who lives in Everett,” she asked the Blue Suit.
She handed the blue suit her pen and a piece of paper.
“Can you say something nice to her? She loves you. She thinks you are unbelievable,” the waitress told the Blue Suit.
The Blue Suit took the paper and pen. I watched him scribble something and hand the paper back to the waitress, who read the note. She smiled broadly. She thanked the Blue Suit profusely. She placed the note carefully in her pocket.
“Ill have a Chicken Parmesan Pannini, a Bistro Burger and a seared Ahi Tuna wrap,” the Blue Suit said.
“How would like the burger cooked?” she asked.
“Rare please,” he said.
“Just as I thought,” the waitress said. She winked at the Blue Suit.
“And you, sir. What will it be?” she asked me.
“I’ll have the French Onion Soup, please,” I told her.
“Is there anything else?”
“That’s it, thank you.”
The Blue Suit and I commenced anew with our discussion about the takeover of the public schools.
“Carlo is excited. He’s got Jason Marcus. He’s got Mike Mangan. He’s got 8 votes in all. He cannot be overruled. Everett jobs will be returned to Everett people. The schools will march to the beat of Carlo’s drummer. There will be a new superintendent. There will be new assistant superintendents and officials at the high school and throughout the system. I can’t tell you how de- lighted he is,” the Blue Suit told me.
‘I can only imagine,” I said.
“in 60-90 days you won’t recognize the leaders of the Everett Public Schools. It will be a new slate. No outsiders. No people of color. Just men and women who will do the mayor’s bidding.”
“Do you know what he believes, Josh?” the Blue Suit asked me.
“He believes this is it. He takes over the schools he controls everything about government and education in Everett. All of Everett becomes his domain, not just city hall. He will rule with the power of a king when this is accomplished, he believes,” the Blue Suit added.
“He likes to laugh more than you think about how he will accomplish this – without a shot being fired from the other side. No one knows Everett better than Carlo. He knows no one will stand up by the side of those who he wants removed. They will stand alone.
“He likes that kind of fight,” the Blue Suit said.