Last night, I attended a screening of “Giuliani Time,” a new documentary about Rudy Giuliani, organized by the Medgar Evers College Film & Culture Series.
The series is curated by my buddy Miles, who described the film as “mad stuff about the cat, even before he was mayor. His pops was a straight gangster, he had an insular upbringing, and as Associate Attorney General, he lied about Haitians [boat people].”
While folks outside of New York City see Giuliani as "America’s Mayor," his former constituents would be loath to describe him as a hero of 9/11. The reason: We were there. We all did our part.
Truth is, New Yorkers loathed Giuliani on Sept. 10, 2001, and they loathe him today.
The filmmakers skillfully expose the man behind the myth. It's laughable that Giuliani fancies himself the heir to the Reagan legacy. He's certifiable if he thinks the Republican base of religious conservatives will embrace a pro-choice candidate who was once married to his cousin, openly cheated on his wife who then kicked him out of Gracie Mansion, the official residence of the Mayor.
And since Giuliani had little more than a pot and a window before he cashed in on his 9/11 fame, he acted like Kato Kaelin (albeit with a combover) and stayed with a same-sex couple. Not exactly the stuff of conservative activists' dreams.
So, America, you can have him. Giuliani may be your mayor but he’ll never be America’s president.
