“What a thing that Globe piece was last week. Devastating as far as I’m concerned. Carlo didn’t like it at all. It’s another legal entanglement for him. When does this end?”
– The mayor’s Blue Suit Speaking with Josh Resnek
By JOSH RESNEK with THE BLUE SUIT
The Blue Suit and I met Tuesday morning. It was a bit gray and overcast. Frankly, even though it was warmer than usual, if felt like snow. The Blue Suit got in my red Honda and we drove away from the end of Elm Street where I met him.
He asked me to stop at the police station. He said he had to see someone for a minute.
“I didn’t know you had many cops as friends,” I said to him.
“I have more friends who are cops than you think,” the Blue Suit answered. “You should hear what some of them say about the mayor behind his back. It’s embarrassing,” he added.
The Blue Suit got out of the car. I watched him walk into the police station. He walks with a bit of a waddle. He’s put on some weight. He disappeared through the front door. I drove off.
About 15 minutes later, there he was, the Blue Suit standing in front of the police station. I picked him up.
He got into the car. He closed the door.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“I talked with a couple of the cops who are my friends. They don’t want their names mentioned. Yah, I know. They’re cops. They’re not afraid of anything. But guess what, they’re afraid of Carlo and what he might do to them if they spoke up,” he told me.
“Spoke up about what?” I asked.
“The guys I spoke with were pissed off that their salaries were being used as a political tool by the mayor,” he said to me.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Several of my buddies had their names and salaries published last week in the Independent. They all agreed the mayor must have asked that the Independent publish their names and their salaries. They didn’t know this for sure. But they assumed as much. The mayor, they said, is using the salary list to boost his own chances of getting more out of the city for what he does,” the Blue Suit said. “This pissed them off and they wanted me to know this and what’s more, they wanted me to speak to you about it and to have a say about it.”
“What are they pissed about?” I asked.
“They said the mayor is lazy, that in the past he has taken months of vacations at the city’s expense while they’re all out doing their job and as many private details as they can perform to make ends meet and to provide their families with decent lives,” the Blue Suit told me.
“They said the mayor doesn’t give a damn about what they do, or how they put their lives on the line, or how their jobs take so much of their time that their families are placed under stress. They told me the mayor cares about one thing,” the Blue Suit said to me.
“Let me guess what that is,” I answered.
“Money?” I asked.
“You got it, Josh. All he cares about is money, they complained to me. They said he wasn’t worried about dying doing his job. They said he wasn’t concerned about being injured or having to make sacrifices and hard decisions that can be about life and death when he leaves his home and then enters city hall. They all agreed he treats cops and firefighters like political tools, not like first responders. They all agreed – he is rarely at city hall. They complained about his work ethic. They even commented about the new MCAD filing against him by the superintendent of schools and how she has accused him of racism and sexism. They laughed about that,” the Blue Suit joked.
“Am I missing something?” I asked the Blue Suit.
“They laughed because they know who the mayor is and what he does and how he acts with people of color he doesn’t care for. They may be cops, but they know the difference between right and wrong. In fact, one of my cop buddies revealed to me something he saw the morning the Boston Globe piece came about the superintendent’s allegations that the Carlo is a racist and a sexist.
“What did your cop friend tell you?” I asked.
“I was told Jerry Navarro was seen driving around the city with one of his bosses, one of the mayor’s good friends right now in the effort to get rid of the superintendent.”
“So what, there is nothing illegal about that, is there?” I replied.
“Ok. So what were Jerry and the other guy giving him instructions doing?”
“The police told me they were riding around the city looking to buy all the Boston Globe’s they could get – you know – the ones with the story about the mayor’s sexism and racism. One of my buddies told me Jerry didn’t know where the Boston Globe was sold. He needed instructions from his boss. Can you imagine that?”
“Of course I can imagine that. Jerry, after all, is the newspaper boy. He doesn’t pass them out.
His specialty is picking them up and hauling them away, like he used to do with the Leader Herald,” I added.
“My cop friend said the car Jerry was driving was filled with Boston Globes. Lot of good that will do them. After all, aren’t you printing the Globe story in its entirety for the Leader Herald readership?” the Blue Suit asked me.
“Roger that,” I said.
After his meeting and the debrief with me, the Blue Suit asked me to drive him to Central Fire Station.
“I suppose you’re going to tell me you’ve got firefighter friends, too?” I asked.
“As you like to say, Josh: Roger that,” the Blue Suit replied. ‘Do you think I haven’t made friends and had private discussions with dozens of city employees who can’t stand the mayor and who live in fear of him?” he added.
I dropped him at Central Sta- tion. I picked him up a half hour later.
“What did your firefighter friends have to say?” I asked the Blue Suit.
“They were very derisive about the mayor. They said basically what my police buddies said.”
“What’s that, again?” I asked.
“They said there isn’t an ounce of heroism or work ethic in Carlo.
“Who said such things about Carlo? I want to know?”
“No way, Josh. These guys don’t want to be retaliated against.”
“They all agreed, Josh. Whatever Carlo does, he does for one reason.”
“And what reason is that?” I asked.
“MONEY. MONEY. MONEY,” the Blue Suit said.