Only time will tell. May 17, 2013

 

 

 

The Virgin Mayor’s Chief Rival complained about a story D – her replacement in our office – wrote this weekend, perhaps because it said something the Chief Rival’s camp did not wish to hear.

But as D’s parting shot before he moves on to a new beat you have to suspect he was steered in that direction, one more effort from inside the Virgin Mayor’s camp to control media and its message – although it is more and more difficult to control the narrative as the trail grows near.

The freeholder. the man who brought the charges against the mayor, tells me the Virgin Mayor intends to discredit the witnesses, showing how these witnesses were involved with prostitutes – reminding me of how dirty politics can get, and similar situations such as the scene in the previous town I covered where the town administrator hired a prostitute to seduce the court administrator in order to force him to resign.

“I didn’t force him to go with her,” the town administrator later told me. ‘He did that all on his own.”

Things got infinitely more complex when I interviewed the prostitute, the madam of a local house of prostitution, and her thug circled the diner during the whole interview, waiting for me to come out.

When I complained to the police chief, he gave me sage advice, “He’s a former pro boxer, but watch him, he leads with his right.”

You have to wonder if the Virgin Mayor’s den of thieves did something similar, hiring prostitutes to get to the witnesses, and how aware she (the poet) was of all these unscrupulous acts?

Is she so naïve as to not be aware, even though she sees herself as an insider? Or is her innocence part of a well-rehearsed act. She must know she is on the dark side and must anticipate doom if the mayor goes down.

Can even her poetry be trusted? She talks a lot about soul in her poems, and yet, I get the feeling she’s given up soul and no longer has a soul to lose.

She’s been up and down, and when she gets sick of it, she’ll put an end to it all. A scary thought.

This is not a fair ride. It is what it is. She needs to get what she can while she can, and not let anyone or anything get in her way.

This is not to say her life is without turmoil. Far from it. Everyday is a struggle filled with anxiety and guilt, if not remorse. She lives with other emotions, too, much like dread, and a need to have control over the various elements in her life, moving pieces of a puzzle I can’t completely comprehend. And I suspect, she doesn’t completely understand it herself.

She constantly harps on about truth, but in her world truth is relative, just as right and wrong, fair or unfair, good or bad are – all merely words.

Sometimes, I suspect half of what she does or says is staged, which is why I cling to her poems since they seem the sincerest thing about her.

The D- thing suggests that she continues to control what does on inside our office, by proxy, which may explain the skewed story D posted just prior to his leaving the beat, perhaps believing he won’t be held accountable, or perhaps as a parting gift to her – to whom he had shown obvious affection.

Will she try and reach out to the incoming writer who replaces D on that beat?

Only time will tell.

 

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