2/7/13
What was long known for a long time among close political observers is now official, or as official as such things can be: federal investigators have opened a probe, separate but not distinct from that of her husband, of former 7th Ward absentee Alderman Sandi Jackson.
The probe centers on financial transfers between the Congressional campaign fund of former U.S. Representative Jesse Jackson, Jr. (affectionately known in these parts as Triple J) and the aldermanic campaign fund of former Alderman Jackson. Investigators are also looking into undocumented credit card charges on one or both of the funds. It is not at all difficult to guess that the well-grounded suspicion of the federal investigators is that both campaign funds were used as piggy-banks by the Jacksons, and not always, or even all that often, for political purposes. It apparently wasn’t just Triple J’s buying expensive watches for his paramours and providing the transportation necessary to make his, er, romantic encounters possible; it also appeared to be Sandi Jackson’s using the campaign funds, which seemingly were fungible in the minds of the Jacksons, for whatever happened to strike her fancy. Whether the Jacksons have actually done anything illegal is up to the feds to prove, but the whole situation certainly looks bad.
Regular readers know that yours truly has no special sympathy or affection for the Jacksons and finds laughable, or pathetic, Sandi Jackson’s pose, much abetted by the local and national media, as the put upon victim in this episode. (See, inter alia, my 1/13/13 post on the now defunct Rant Political, COMMISSIONER BILL BEAVERS ON ALDERMAN SANDI JACKSON: DIOGENES, PUT DOWN YOUR LANTERN, and my 11/22/12 post on the same cite, JESSE JACKSON, JR. RESIGNS: DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN THE KEISTER ON THE WAY OUT, both reproduced below.) But even an objective observers might question why this probe of the either sloppy or fraudulent bookkeeping of the Alderman’s campaign fund is even necessary.
No one denies that Alderman Jackson was paid $5,000 per month from Congressman Jackson’s campaign fund, through a “consulting” firm, Donatella & Associates, in which Alderman Jackson had a large ownership interest. These payments, ostensibly for campaign consulting services, followed one of the oldest, most time worn, but somehow still in use and effective practices in the annals of Chicago politics: Put one’s spouse on the payroll, one way or the other, of one’s campaign fund, thus allowing “campaign” contributions from those seeking a larger space at the pubic trough to flow, like water through a sieve, into one’s pockets though those of his or her spouse.
If the feds could prove that nothing was done in exchange for the payments made to Sandi Jackson’s Donatella & Associates by Congressman Jackson’s campaign funds, it would seem that they would have proven their case that the campaign funds were funneled to the Jacksons for personal use, or so it seems at least to this non-lawyer. And it shouldn’t be hard to prove that nothing was done for the payment to Donatella; the payments were made each month, whether the Congressman, who held one of the safest seats in Congress, was campaigning or not. Further, the payments continued during that period of time during which Mr. Jackson could not campaign because he was being treated, in-house, for a curious assortment of psychological and emotional maladies, which seemed to intensify with federal scrutiny of his actions.
Transfers between the campaign funds of the Alderman and the Congressman and kinky credit card charges might add to the body of evidence against the Jacksons, but the most transparent abuse of “campaign contributions” seems to have involved the payments to Donatella & Associates.
One more thing…
According to a report by the Chicago Sun-Times Michael Sneed, whose column is a must for those who follow Chicago politics, Sandi Jackson is complaining, according to sources, that she “was thrown under the bus by her husband.” Given Sandi Jackson’s apparent culpability in this ever expanding caper, unless Triple J is singing on his wife (a not implausible turn of events, given the former Congressman’s shortcomings of character, er, sorry, “mistakes”), she has only wound up under the bus because she dove under it with great vigor and enthusiasm.
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COMMISSIONER BILL BEAVERS ON ALDERMAN SANDI JACKSON: DIOGENES, PUT DOWN YOUR LANTERN
1/13/13
Chicagoans, and Illinoisans in general, are far too tolerant of corruption in our politicians. We continually complain about our high and increasing taxes, our so-so level of services, the crime in our streets, and the enormous public pension and health care liabilities that will soon make our state financially uninhabitable. But we continue to elect the same scalawags, rogues, or worse.
On the other hand…
It has long been my contention that a corrupt local pol looking to put some ill-gotten dough in his pocket is far less dangerous than a national pol, or even a local pol with a national reputation and ambitions, who comes to his job with a messianic complex and the unwavering certainty that s/he knows what is good for “the people,” despite his or her never having had a real job. Further, at least our corrupt local pols provide plenty of entertainment value and provide us with much of the swagger that we feel is our inherent right as Chicagoans. As we like to say when someone speaks of the latest manifestation of corruption, “Hey, this ain’t Minneapolis.” The problem of late, is that the price of this corruption has been exceeding its entertainment value, and the taxpayers are justifiably displaying some at least rhetorical opposition. But I digress.
As loyal readers know, I’ve so far written novels about the politics of my hometown, The Chairman and its sequel, The Chairman’s Challenge. While these books are widely read and enjoyed even by people who have no special affinity for politics, let alone Chicago politics, because of the searing insight they provide into the human condition and their often page turning plot lines, those who have some knowledge of the politics of this most American of cities enjoy trying to determine who the characters are in “real life.” On more than one occasion, I have been asked if the fictional Alderman Isaiah Parker is indeed Cook County Commissioner and former 7th Ward Alderman, Bill Beavers. The answer, of course, is no; Isaiah Parker is a lot of people, as are all the characters in my book. But it would be hard to make up a character more colorful, or more reflective of Chicago politics, than Bill Beavers.
I met Commissioner Beavers, a large, imposing man who refers to himself as “the hog with the big nuts,” maybe twenty years ago, when he was 7th Ward alderman. He was appearing before a small group of Chicago civic leaders to discuss, among other things, the gang crime problem at the time that, in the retrospective light of today’s problems in that area, seems akin to a jaywalking problem in the city. Then Alderman Beavers, who was a Chicago police officer earlier in life, displayed an amazingly intricate degree of knowledge, down to the street corners over which various factions of gangs presided in and around his 7th Ward, of the problem and had plenty of ideas on how to address it. He was one of the most impressive of the many politicians yours truly has ever met.
On the other hand, Bill Beavers has never been very shy about turning public office, and political power, into cash. Such a propensity has finally landed the Commissioner in serious trouble; he is currently under federal indictment for misuse of campaign funds and related tax evasion. The 77 year old Mr. Beavers contends that he is guilty of only honest bookkeeping mistakes and that the feds brought the charges only to pressure him to wear a wire on fellow Cook County Commissioner, County Finance Committee Chairman, and 11th Ward Democratic Committeeman John Daley. When he refused to give them what they wanted, Beavers contends, the U.S. Attorney’s people indicted him. Mr. Beaver’s most succinct comment on the indictment is that it’s “horses—t that I’m not worried about.” He went on to call Patrick Fitzgerald, the U.S. Attorney whose office indicted him, a “rooster with no nuts.”
It is this degree of willingness to speak his mind where lesser men flee for cover that, in perhaps a strange way, endears Bill Beavers to people, including yours truly. Such honesty and fearlessness has surfaced most recently in the wake of the resignation of 7th Ward Alderman Sandi Jackson, who claims that her abandonment of her office arises out of concern for her ailing husband, former Congressman Jesse Jackson, Jr., who contracted his mysterious malady about the time the federal government started sniffing around his many apparent ethical lapses, including his role in trying to buy the Senate seat once held by President Obama. (See my 11/11/12 post, JESSE JACKSON, JR. RESIGNS: DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN THE KEISTER ON THE WAY OUT) While not yet facing heat on those matters, he is under federal investigation for misuse of campaign funds. One of the many areas of federal interest just happens to be the hundreds of thousands of campaign dollars paid to a firm controlled by, you guessed it, Sandi Jackson, for consulting services. Another area is the thousands of dollars he spent on gifts for female “friends.”
So while in the wake of Alderman Jackson’s resignation, the Chicago media, which can’t seem to decide whether it swoons more energetically for Mayor Rahm Emanuel (See my 12/28/12 piece, RAHM EMANUEL: MAYOR FOR LIFE…OR UNTIL HE BECOMES PRESIDENT) or Alderman Sandi Jackson, swallows whole such drivel from Alderman Jackson as
“I am unapologetically a wife and a mother and I cannot deny my commitment to those most important personal responsibilities,"
and such a reputed straight talking tough guy as Mayor Emanuel utters such fluff as
“As Sandi takes this time to focus on her family, we give her our deepest thanks and support for her service to our city and the residents of her ward. Her leadership has been greatly appreciated in the Chicago City Council,”
Commissioner Beavers tells the truth about Sandi Jackson:
“She was a ghost alderman. She was never here. She always lived in Washington. People come in my office to find out where she’s located. I have pre-printed information with her office address and phone number. They’re coming to me for aldermanic issues that I don’t handle because they can’t find her.”
“She wasn’t very effective because she was never there. She never attended any meetings and, when she came to a meeting, she left right away. I don’t feel sorry for her. I’ve got my own problems. I think she’s gonna be part of it and Jesse Jr. is cutting a deal to save her.” (Emphasis mine)
Some will argue that Commissioner Beavers has an axe to grind, and he does. He was 7th Ward Alderman until he left to run for the County Board to watch over young Todd Stroger, who surely needed, but clearly refused, Mr. Beavers’ help. When Bill Beavers left his aldermanic post, he installed his daughter, Darcel, in that office. Darcel Beavers lost that job to Sandi Jackson in 2007 on the strength of the name of the family into which Sandi Jackson married. So, yes, Mr. Beavers has reason to dislike Sandi Jackson, but can anyone deny the truth, or the honesty, of his contentions? As Jackie Hudson, a lifelong resident of the 7th Ward and a constituent of both Sandi Jackson and Bill Beavers, said of Mrs. Jackson’s resignation
“It’s a good thing. She doesn’t do anything over here. She was just riding her husband’s coattails.”
Another constituent, Dianna Mott, added
“I’m in total shock, and I’m looking for some answers. I want to know the real motivation behind her leaving. We understand what’s happening to you (Alderman Jackson) and your family, but where does that leave us? What happens to the ward?”
While the local media mavens want to make us believe that poor, put-upon Sandi Jackson ought to be pitied for enduring so much and our supposedly tough guy Mayor utters inane praise of an absentee alderman for fear of alienating some imagined constituency concocted in his north side yuppie head, south side old school pol Bill Beavers tells it like it is…and doesn’t give a damn what people think about it.
Hog with big nuts indeed. Bill Beavers is indeed the last of a breed and I, for one, will miss his like when he is gone.
JESSE JACKSON, JR. RESIGNS: DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN THE KEISTER ON THE WAY OUT
11/22/12
Jesse Jackson, Jr., the now former Congressman with a big name, little accomplishment, and a parade of ethical lapses finally resigned from his sinecure in Washington before trouble with federal law enforcement would have forced him to give up his Congressional pension. Despite his having left the government payroll, one suspects that the federal government will soon be once again picking up most of his living expenses; an indictment is in the offing and any deal looks likely to involve some time as a federal guest.
While last week I discussed Triple J’s landslide reelection despite being under a very dark and heavy federal cloud (See DUMB AND DUMBER: REELECTING JESSE JACKSON, JR. AND FURTHER ENTRENCHING MIKE MADIGAN, 11/12/12), I have more thoughts in the wake of Mr. Jackson’s finally doing the inevitable.
--Mr. Jackson’s resignation letter to House Speaker John Boehner contained so many references to “mistakes” that one suspects Triple J’s typewriter had, or has developed, a key for that entire word. Mr. Jackson’s referring to his moral failings and ethical transgressions as “mistakes” continues a troubling trend toward confusing not only terms but ramifications and motivations. Taking a left turn when one meant to take a right turn is a mistake. Cheating on one’s wife with comely cocktail waitresses who moonlight as bikini models, using campaign funds for personal reasons, and dealing with corrupt governors for Senatorial seats are moral failings and ethical transgressions. But our society seems to see no differences between mere mental oversights and horrendous violations of long established and well grounded moral codes. Then we wonder why people commit so many of the latter.
--Jesse Jackson, Jr. was a Congressman of little accomplishment. In his seventeen years in Congress, he did little more than make an occasional decent speech, accept undeserved congratulations, and plot to gain his next political office. This made him no different from most politicians, but young Mr. Jackson didn’t even manage to gain a committee chairmanship or a seat on the Appropriations committee for his otherwise pointless and unproductive efforts. Perhaps this was because Mr. Jackson was so focused, or some might say obsessed, with the notion of a “third” Chicago airport in the far southern reaches of his district, the merits of which were very limited at best and a reflection of the corruption that pervades Chicago politics at worst.
At any rate, the people of Illinois’s 2nd district will have a hard time replacing Mr. Jackson with a representative of less accomplishment.
--Two congressmen before Jesse Jackson, Jr., the voters of the 2nd district were represented by one Gus Savage, a crude anti-Semite and racist (He didn’t like white people, even those he represented.) who got caught up in a sex scandal. Mr. Savage was replaced by Mel Reynolds, a young guy who had a great academic resume that included degrees from the University of Illinois-Champaign and the U of I of the east, Harvard, along with a Rhodes Scholarship. Beyond the academic resume, though, Mr. Reynolds was little more than a clean slate on which the people of the district, and well-meaning liberals who lived well beyond the district but who made a point, and sometimes a profession, of expressing concern and a misguided and grossly inflated sense of solidarity with those who had to deal with the vicissitudes of life in much of the 2nd district on a daily basis, could pin whatever groundless hopes and aspirations they had for the man. Mr. Reynolds ended up leaving Congress after being convicted of twelve counts of sexual assault, obstruction of justice, and solicitation of child pornography…and being recorded while extolling the sexual attractiveness of Catholic high school girls.
Then came Mr. Jackson, whose resume was even thinner than that of Mr. Reynolds but who had the overwhelming virtue of his father’s having been born before him. Again, the same crowd of political hacks, downtown and north shore professional liberals, and political guns for hire looking for work were endless in their praise of this empty suit…in nearly the exact same words they used for Mr. Reynolds when he took over the seat from Mr. Savage. And now Mr. Jackson has left office in the wake of a sex scandal, a scandal involving the purchase of public office from a corrupt governor, and federal law enforcement matters tangentially related to the first but not the second of the aforementioned. One would think people would learn.
Let’s just hope that whoever replaces Mr. Jackson (grist for another mill; there are, of course, plenty of candidates, the most intriguing of which is Sam Adam, Jr., who lives in my old neighborhood, is a great and bombastic attorney (He was the guy who represented Rod Blagojevich the time he (almost) won, a nice guy, and the very definition of the word “character.” Sam would liven up the House a bit. But I digress.), s/he is a person of sufficient background and accomplishment that s/he will serve the district well and will serve as more than a Rorschach blot for the well meaning who love to express sympathy for Chicago’s south side from the comfort of their gated communities or doorman manned high rises miles and miles from the boundaries of the district.
--Now Illinois has two governors in jail and a Congressman headed there. I would say we are a national laughingstock but we’ve been that for years. Yet we keep electing these people and, more sadly, the people who pull their strings. Again, see DUMB AND DUMBER: REELECTING JESSE JACKSON, JR. AND FURTHER ENTRENCHING MIKE MADIGAN, 11/12/12. And those of you who want to understand the appalling yet intriguing politics of my home town that produces such notables would do well to read both my books, The Chairman, A Novel of Big City Politics, and The Chairman’s Challenge, A Continuing Novel of Big City Politics, available at, among many other places, Amazon.com. Nobody explains how we do things around here better or more entertainingly.
