Tag Archive: Tony Seminerio

Dec 14 2011

The Last Of The Clubhouse Bosses

Where have you gone Tony Seminerio? The NYC mayoral candidates turn their lonely eyes to you. It was the mid-nineties and the sun was blazing down on Ozone Park. Giuliani was in the hot seat at Gracie Mansion, he had just become the GOP Mayor earlier that year thanks to a powerhouse political club in South Queens.

Strolling down the block past La’ Bella Vita on any given evening you could hear the sounds of Frank Sinatra and the clinking glasses of a toastmaster. Tony Seminerio sat at the back table, the pungent aroma of cigar smoke would fill the stillness of the air as the revolving door opened and closed at what seemed like a thousand times a night.

It was that time of year again and the candidates were getting ready. Mayoral hopefuls had descended from their chic towers in the burgeoning metropolis to make the ten-minute journey over the East River and into Queens to jockey for district endorsements.

And it was then when Assemblyman Tony Seminerio was in his prime. He was already in the state Assembly for twenty years and was already a legend. He would walk in and everybody who worked the room went wild. Thousands of constituents would ask him for help, elected officials across the state would come to pay respect to a larger than life Assemblyman.

When Tony walked into a room in south Queens everyone acknowledged him. It was out of respect. A hundred people would rise to their feet as levity was swept away by pure admiration. “Hey how ya doin’ Tony good to see ya” said the doorman. “Not too bad kid I sent your son’s resume to City Hall.” Tony responded with his thick Queens accent, a question he must have been asked a thousand times before.

Tony pulled off the political Lufthansa heist for the Mayors Seat in the nineteen nineties, and he was in the perfect position to do so.

Everyone was about to find out, the 38th A.D Democratic club didn’t shine shoes anymore.

It felt like it was 1955. Tony would throw parties; classy parties and the young heavy metal looking guys would drink beer next to the men donning their Armani suits sipping cocktails. The spirit of fraternity permeated the air. In this clubhouse, brotherhood reigned supreme. The stock 1950s characters lined up at the bar comparing campaign stories, plotting their next moves and generally shooting the concordant breeze. It was an old school atmosphere, a rebirth, a renaissance, a snapshot back in time into the glory days of yesteryear where everyone was considered family.

The club’s prowess and reputation was built on the notorious charisma of Assemblyman Tony Seminerio – a cigar smoking, red wine drinking tough guy that could have been a character in a Scorsese film but was also known to have a heart of gold and would make an effort to help as many people as he could whenever they needed it. He was Tony the Gent. When people came to him with a real workable problem Tony often got misty eyed and took his personal time to help them in any community affair. While most legislators barely help constituents within their legislative duty, Tony would go above and beyond and do anything he could to help.

When most legislators have press conferences filled with false promises and false actions, Tony never held a press conference; he would assist people in total silence.

In the Mid-nineties, Tony was able to walk through the doors of Pataki’s office, Bruno’s office, and Giuliani’s office without a slight step.

Sheldon Silver’s staff called him the dream killer,

he was the only democratic lawmaker whom after Sheldon silver passed a bill in the state Assembly had enough clout with the republican state Senators to have the bill killed. In 1988, Tony helped state Senator, Serphin Maltese get elected and as payback Tony was gerrymandered to send a message, don’t ever help out the GOP. But instead of getting rid of him, they made him.

At Tony’s meetings, Giuliani would come in with his P.B.A entourage and sit at the opposite table as Queens Democratic boss Tom Manton the predecessor of Joe Crowley while Alan Hevisi would work the room.

Tony’s club had become the base for Republican chieftains like George Pataki, Al Stabile, Thomas Ognibene and Dennis Gallagher – they all had a home at the club. Tom Long would walk in and Tony would greet him with the respect that a Statesman would deserve.

The republicans would sometimes sit next to Chuck Schumer and Anthony Weiner. It was a weird hodgepodge but while most clubs are lucky to get their Assembly Member to show, hundreds danced while Tony Seminerio sang Italian songs.

Before he was elected to Assembly, Tony served as the Vice-President of the powerful Correction Officers union. Even though he was a social conservative and a pro-life advocate, Tony never swayed from his union roots. In return for supporting pro union legislation, the unions offered him political support – boots on the ground, which became his operative base.

Tony’s ascension to political boss climaxed as the point man, the go-to-guy for candidates vying for the votes in Queens. Hundreds owed him allegiance because he was masterful in his selection for patronage posts and favor trading.  When Giuliani struggled with the Queens GOP, he went for a sit down with Tony. After all, the 38th AD was the only district Pataki took in ’98 outside of Staten Island.

Tony had a legion of lawyers, union officials, correction officers, and constituents whom would work at his behest.

Before the dawn of the Internet and social networking, Tony would make one phone call and could organize a busload of hardened campaigners and send them to any part of the city to aid an election. He even had a group of young heavy metal guys called The Vultures whom hung out in Forest park. Tony would send them around knocking at doors. They were scary looking, but effective.

The 38th A.D club had a major contribution with Republicans like Thomas Ognibene, Dennis Gallagher, Serphin Maltese and Rudy Giuliani. Even Tom Long the Queens chair of the Conservative Party received a standing ovation and it was for a good reason, as a thank you. At the time, most of their campaign armies came courtesy of Tony. Even though they were Democrats, the 38th A.D club had become, in part, the foot soldiers of the Republican Party.

He also helped his fellow Dems. In 1996 when Ann-Margaret Carrozza ran against Doug Prescott, Shelly Silver made a personal request to Tony for help. In response, Tony sent a hundred foot soldiers into Bayside. Even Carrozza’s campaign manager was connected to him. Tom Catipano, who is also a former Assembly Member, had served as Tony’s consigliere for four decades.

When Eliot Spitzer ran for Attorney General of New York, he came by himself to a trattoria in Queens to kiss Tony’s ring. They brokered a deal and Tony agreed to help by sending soldiers to hand out fliers. Shortly after Spitzer’s victorious election, he took his time returning Tony’s phone calls – in a sense Spitzer was ducking him, a bad move that would later come back to haunt him as it wouldn’t be long before they would see each other again in the Capital. While standing in the well, Tony chatted amongst his colleagues.

When Spitzer walked into the room, Tony’s calm demeanor changed in the blink of an eye.

He unleashed a thunderous roar that echoed across the chamber, “Oh, you don’t return my calls? Go fuck yourself! Four years comes around real quick. ” Spitzer turned red as a group of legislators laughed at the top of their lungs.

Are there any clubs that could help out a candidate in the way Tony’s club could have helped a Marty Golden or Ray Kelly? With the Queens GOP engaged in a great civil war, the loss of clout compounded by a pyrrhic victory by Phil Ragusa over Tom Ognibene, the party is in shambles and far too fractal to field any viable candidates.

Presently, most Democratic clubs don’t fair any better than their Republican counterparts with the exception of clubs that focus on leadership, networking, attracting young people and performing community service, a winning combination.

It’s a strong formula for efficacy that is not mutually exclusive of strong leadership. The best clubs meet these requirements while  the rest are small and disillusioned by family dynasties and lobbyists connected to elected officials. For example an inside source said, “Powhattan, Tammany, it’s not what it used to be, everyone’s old.” Jumping to the other side of Queens, The Jefferson Club has twenty members and ten of them want to run for higher office. RFK is also a maturing organization. Ask certain clubs what community service they have performed lately and they’ll stare at you inquisitively, perhaps even hand over a small check – a seemingly empty gesture when compared to real political help like boots on the ground to collect petitions and help with gotv, and perhaps, maybe even a little genuine community service.

The strength of a club is measured in petitions. How many can you deliver? Typically today, the clubs are not only smaller in number then Tony’s club, not to mention aging, but they are highly unlikely to support a Republican candidate.

The conditions that put Mayor Giuliani into office no longer exist in Queens. Since then, if any Republican wants to win the Mayoralty they’d have to ally with a powerful Democratic club. Unless that happens it’s hard to imagine another Republican winning citywide office. Nowadays, a billionaire Independent can buy the election and wouldn’t even need a powerful Democratic house to bolster their ranks as the Republican party is so weak former police commissioner Ray Kelly, Marty Gold, and even Dan Halloran have been rumored to run for mayor. That’s how weak it is.

The heyday of the 38th A.D was a ten year span from 1993-2003. The club diminished when Giuliani left office and finally lost its fire when Tony had a heart attack. He couldn’t keep up with the lifestyle after his near brush with death.

Tony served as Assembly member beginning in 1978 but finally resigned in 2009 after pleading guilty to a single count of fraud, saying he had wrongly advanced the interests of a consulting client in connection with state business, according to a report in the New York Times.

In 2010, he passed away while serving out his prison sentence. With Tony out of the picture the fallout was disastrous.  Lobbying\consulting firms swelled in power and prestige as the heyday of the old clubhouse bosses came to an end.

Would Tony have payed such  groups? Doubtful, as he was his own powerbroker. This siege is underway across Queens from Astoria to Little Neck and there are only a few independent voices that stand in the way. Tony must be rolling in his grave.

To put it into perspective, Tony’s 38th A.D Democratic club was by far the largest democratic club in Queens County; it dwarfed any club that exists today. Presently, the 38th A.D Democratic club now boasts 20 members under the tutelage of incumbent Assemblyman Mike Miller and Councilwoman Liz Crowley. Down from the Seminerio heyday when there where over 750 active members.

As a citywide candidate, you can make a thousand phone calls yet it is unlikely that one political club or one Republican county organization could have a major impact. Why? Because Tony Seminerio was the last of the clubhouse bosses.

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Oct 11 2011

Meet The Most Corrupt Politician, possibly ever.

Queens Politics names ex-Assembly Member Brian McLaughlin, the reigning Champ as the most corrupt politician of the year, possibly the decade.

In an email, a reader asks who is the most corrupt local politician to ever be elected? That’s easy. Brian McLaughlin.  Find out what happened when Brian met Tony Seminerio in prison, the man be befriended by wearing a wire in exchange for leniency.

It’s eight more years in a federal penitentiary for disgraced ex-Assembly Member Brian McLaughlin (D-Flushing), whose name is a euphemism for corruption, looting, payoffs and bribery in Queens political circles – and was known to bed high-profile elected officials and campaign operatives.

McLaughlin, who was a former labor leader and seven term legislator is generally perceived as lower than wife-beater Hiram Monseratte, and definitely lower than elected officials who allegedly don’t reside in the districts they represent. Find out why.

That’s some intro! What does one have to do to win the Queens Politics 2011 Malfeasance award? Become the biggest crook  in the history of local politics.

While Brian McLaughlin has been rotting away in Butner Federal prison for the past two years (8 more to go), his memory lives on in the annals of Queens Political history. This is the kind of guy that would steal your wallet then help you look for it.

Who did Brian McLaughlin STEAL From? The real question is whom didn’t Brian steal from?

Brian’s rap sheet is filed in over a dozen volumes but he is most remembered for his theft and embezzlement of  $3.1 million from a Queens Little League including shaking down Local 3 Electricians, and Petrucelli Corp. engineers.

The judge said his crime spree was “mind boggling.”

Brian lived a life of luxury by exploiting children and non-profit organizations.

His catalog of wrongs to the court took a stomach wrenching 45 minutes to complete. With stolen funds, Brian bought his mistress an imported car, and even forced union members to kill rats in his basement, dog sit and hang Christmas lights without pay. See the News Buster article which claims the NYT ‘whitewashed’ the story and left out the “juicy details.”

Brian was a local guy trusted with the public interest and ended up only serving himself and his family.

Betraying Tony Seminerio

What most people didn’t know was who Brian was as a person. According to inside sources, Brian, also an ex-labor leader, was known to speak in a fake Irish brogue to help him fit in with union workers. What a tool! In a story that I will always remember, Brian –who was subsequently outcast by his colleagues after his indictment – betrayed the one guy that tried to be his friend. That friend was ex-Democratic Assembly Member Tony Seminerio.

Seminerio was no angel, but in a gesture of goodwill reached out to his embattled colleague, Brian – the only politico to do so. How did Brian repay Seminerio’s generosity?

Brian cooperated with the authorities by building a relationship of trust with him and ultimately  wearing the wire that got Seminerio indicted. And he did it all with a smile.

What was going through his head? Brian thought he would walk for his cooperation by giving up Seminerio, the one guy that tried to reach out to him, but much to his dismay, my inside sources say Brian was shocked when he was sentenced to 10 years. “But I cooperated!” I’m sure that’s what he thought. Turns out for his cooperation in the investigation of Anthony Seminerio, who was sentenced to 6 years in a million dollar influence-peddling scheme , Brian was spared 5 years off of his sentence.

When Brian and Tony were sentenced, they were both assigned to the Butner Federal Correction Complex. While going to lunch for the first time in prison, Brian ran into Tony – the first time since he sung like a canary in the court room. Tony and Brian, both former teflon dons looked at each other straight in the eye.

Brian almost didn’t recognize Tony in his new digs. There he was in an off-yellow jumpsuit  eating a prison special; bologne in hand. As the story goes, Brian looked up, dropped his lunch tray to the ground, turned tail and ran away as fast as possible. The guards were laughing. This would be the last time they would ever be in the same room together.  Tony died in 2011.

I never met Brian. But I vaguely knew of his son from the neighborhood who was arrested in a prescription drug-selling ring last year. Furthermore Brian helped start the William Jefferson Clinton Democratic Club which he siphoned money  from. Thankfully we have  gotten as far away as possible from Brian’s legacy of malfeasance.

Did McLaughlin pay any of it back?

In August 2011, Celeste Katz reported that Brian has surrendered his $80,000 Mercedes and sold his $652,000 home in Long Island to help pay off the debt.

He was supposed to cough up the $783,000 remaining in his campaign account, and in March 2010 McLaughlin delivered a $457,253 check to prosecutors with the expenditure marked “preliminary order of forfeiture.”

Yet he still has more than $285,000 in the campaign war chest – sitting in a tax-free bond account earning interest, campaign records filed last month show.

McLaughlin’s lawyer, Michael Armstrong, said the ex-assemblyman “has turned over all his forfeited assets to the government and he is not standing in the way of anybody receiving payment.”

According to the Post Brian’s mom, 84, is also a victim of his corrupt deals,

Crooked ex-politician Brian McLaughlin’s mom has added her name to the list of victims in his epic, $3.1 million rip-off scheme.

Court papers filed by Ilene McLaughlin, 82, say she lost $145,000 that the former Queens assemblyman borrowed against his swanky second home on Long Island’s exclusive North Shore.

The widowed granny, who lives in a modest co-op apartment in Flushing, says in her self-filed court documents that she handed over the dough in March 2006 but never got a nickel back.

For his crimes against the neighborhood, Brian McLaughlin is awarded the 2011 Most Crooked Politician Award.

 

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