I’m still staggering from the 58-to-42-percent thrashing Quinton Lucas laid on Jolie Justus yesterday.
I sensed in the last couple of weeks that Justus was slipping and Lucas gaining, but I had no idea her slippage was a mount-side avalanche.
Committed to Justus from early on, I took comfort in the fact that her campaign was raising the big bucks and that she had won the primary by five points. And when Lucas came out with a poll a few weeks ago purportedly showing him ahead, I waved it off as a “push” poll he had commissioned. (He did commission it, but I guess the ultimate outcome shows it was fairly accurate.)
As I said in last night’s post, the first indication I had that Justus might be in trouble was when she came out with those mailers, in conjunction with the carpenters’ union (what a waste of money on their part!), questioning Lucas’ trustworthiness. I couldn’t understand why she thought it necessary to go negative, especially so early.
Again I dismissed my niggling concerns, trusting in her political experience and the expertise of her consulting group, The Dover Group out of Philadelphia, which had guided Sly James to victory twice.
But I was also overlooking some fairly serious warning flags popping up in my daily life.
Many of my good friends were very strongly anti-Jolie, especially some living in her 4th Council District. They said she had become unresponsive to their concerns. They said she didn’t return calls. They said it was she who was untrustworthy, bowing to the development crowd on projects like that sky-shielding office tower at Westport Road and Broadway and the massive Quik Trip expansion on Westport Road just west of Southwest Trafficway.
And then there were the storm clouds under my own roof.
Our daughter Brooks, 31, who works at the Kemper Museum, was taking her time making up her mind. She had first seen and met Lucas at a neighborhood gathering I had organized before the November 2017 airport election. City Manager Troy Schulte and Lucas spoke that night, and I was grateful to both, especially because Geoff Stricker, managing director of Edgemoor, the airport contractor, failed to show.
Brooks told me today she Lucas struck her that night as “grassroots” and “relatable.” (This shows the value of politicians showing up at neighborhood meetings; three-term Mayor Dick Berkley always understood that.)
A member of the Young Friends of the Library, Brooks was later involved in helping stage a Lucas-Justus debate at the World War I Museum. She was impressed with both candidates then, but as time went on, she began drifting away from Justus because, she said, “she is more aligned with Sly James and bigger business.”
When she went to our polling place yesterday, St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church, Meyer and Wornall, she voted for Lucas.
The clincher, though was my wife Patty. She’s a good judge of character and has great instincts on just about everything. After the carpenters’ flyer arrived in the mail bearing that horrendous “Uncle Tom” photo of Lucas, Patty said she was switching from Justus to Lucas…Judging from last night’s outcome, thousands of other voters reacted the same way.
And that left me pretty much sitting on my little Jolie Justus island. I had at least $1,100 invested in her campaign, and my island was getting smaller and smaller — just like hers.
So today here I sit with another losing mayoral hand, just like 2011, when I was “all in” for Mike Burke against Sly James.
In retrospect, it seems clear, Justus would have lost even without the carpenters sending out their racist mailer, but in the immediate aftermath of this personal disappointment I’m putting the finger of blame on the stupid, fuckin’ carpenters.








































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