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Opening the 57th branch library of his tenure last week, Mayor Richard M. Daley turned to me and, like a 68-year-old kid at Baskin-Robbins, exclaimed, “Isn’t this great?”
“Look at this! Look at all the light,” he said, admiring the building in the Far Northwest Side’s Dunning neighborhood. “That’s the one thing we never had growing up. All this light.”
Will Rahm Emanuel exhibit such delight over something so small yet so lasting? And, if not, should we care?
On the eve of Mr. Emanuel’s inaugural, it is folly to predict his fate. That’s especially so given a national economy that a big-city mayor is impotent to fix and, just as relevant, given how environments shape personalities and personalities shape environments.
He has been high profile as a solid North Side congressman, a cannily pragmatic head of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee and a hyperkinetic White House chief of staff. But Mr. Emanuel’s image is largely that of a spectral presence — somebody off in the closed room, in the back, who shaped events for others.
Mere mention of his name could alter the dynamic of a situation. People dealing with him get anxious without knowing what he’s really up to. He’s not a poet, philosopher or rabbi. He’s an astute student of government and a practitioner of power.
Mr. Daley entered the job in 1989 trying to remake a myth, namely that of his iron-fisted father, an American icon who erected a concrete-and-steel metropolis and resisted a changing world. Mr. Emanuel arrives as a myth, the oft-caricatured “Rahmbo,” the apparatchik with a razor-sharp intellect, cosmopolitan air and Somali warlord’s heart.
Many underestimated Mr. Daley because of his Son-of-Boss status and combat with the English language. But he was served well by what Mr. Emanuel does not possess.?As the church-going child brought up in a Bridgeport bungalow, he had an organic tie to the city’s neighborhoods and their ways of life.
Mr. Emanuel has fewer instinctual links to the city. He was raised largely in the suburbs, worked in the White House at a young age and amassed great wealth. And while good friends confirm his impressive smarts, sharp and self-deprecating humor and deep-as-a-mine devotion to family, curiously few call him “warm.” That might be a liability if we secretly want a new civic daddy, rather than a proven problem-solver.
He will enter City Hall with some advantages over Mr. Daley. These include a more granular take on what he inherits, in part having labored mightily during a far longer transition period and having picked many big brains.
Yet Rahm the Myth can no longer lead from the misty backroom and must prove that he can build something solid and enduring. And while his campaign was brilliantly executed — replete with media “messaging” honed in tactics-obsessed Washington — he must move from strategist to implementer in a universe demanding results.
It’s a tall order, no matter his resolute assertion that Chicagoans are craving change. Perhaps I’ve frequented different L platforms. The reality strikes me as more ambiguous; namely, that change scares us to death, especially amid a ravaging recession.
Can he succeed while lacking Mr. Daley’s visceral feel for the neighborhoods, Bill Clinton’s communications skills or Harold Washington’s pure affability? Probably. His arguable shortcomings are outweighed by a much-needed empirical bent and air of power and steely resolve, with people perhaps desiring stability and great competence more than inspiration.
Visiting the Rod Blagojevich retrial last week, I was reminded that we’re lucky not to have an engaging poseur, or a personable but undisciplined successor like Carol Moseley Braun. The problems are stark, even if some are shorted in Mr. Emanuel’s long but cautiously political transition report, like rampant segregation and dispiriting economic, social, health, education and incarceration disparities between blacks and whites.
Those persistent failings are why big-city mayor is America’s toughest job.
That’s why I was struck by Mr. Daley’s passion at the library opening. Imagine such glee after 22 years and amid an emotionally complex period exacerbated by his wife’s poor health. Even a journalist can wish him well, though one need not appear in a furniture commercial to do so, as did local TV anchors.
As for Mr. Emanuel, he takes on daunting responsibilities, including ones that even his workaholic groundwork won’t have prepared him for.
They’ll include the awful call in the middle of the night about two cops down on the West Side. It’s one of the reasons to wish him well, too.
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