Skip to content, or skip to search.

Skip to content, or skip to search.

“Yes, I’m Black—Duh”

Bill Thompson and the strange place of race in this year’s mayor’s race.


Illustration by André Carrilho  

It’s a cold and rainy Tuesday night in Washington Heights, giving the stony, grand exterior of the Church of the Intercession, on West 155th Street, an ominously gloomy feel. But inside a small, crowded meeting room the mood is buoyant. Conversation veers back and forth between Spanish and English. This is the monthly gathering of the New York Dominican Officers Organization, a group of mostly cops and corrections officers. They’d all probably rather be home—some are here after finishing work, others before beginning a graveyard shift. But at least there’s a special guest.

Four years ago, Bill Thompson came within four points of pulling a shocking upset of Mayor Mike Bloomberg. He could have retired from politics with pats on the back and gone off to make real money. Instead, Thompson is functioning on four hours sleep after arriving back in the city at 3 a.m. thanks to an odyssey of flight delays. He’s tired, but he’s also fired up. He jabs Bloomberg and zings Christine Quinn. He outlines ideas for improving public schools and fighting crime. He doesn’t pander when a cop asks about contract negotiations. This is a tough, wised-up crowd—a Brooklyn narcotics cop sits to my right, a guard from Rikers on my left—but they’re impressed. When the candidate finishes, the applause is long and enthusiastic. Thompson says he’s happy to take questions—but one last thing first. “There are people who talk about diversity as if there’s something wrong with it,” he says, slowing down and pausing for emphasis. “It makes us better and stronger. I believe in diversity. And it is one of the things that you should expect to see in a Thompson administration.”

Diversity—of race, age, gender, perspective—is indeed a good thing. Yet Thompson’s closing words to a roomful of potential Latino voters were also a striking demonstration of what’s shaping up to be unusual about the 2013 mayoral campaign: It could be both the least and most racially obsessed in modern city history. The first, hopeful part is largely tonal. For three decades, beginning in 1977, every city mayoral race was altered or haunted by racial ugliness. Since 2001, though, there’s been a breathtaking decline in the drama and frequency of racial conflicts. Not that the city has become a utopia of ethnic harmony and color blindness. Last week’s protests and mayhem after a police shooting in East Flatbush showed how much anger simmers below the surface. But if things remain relatively placid, race won’t be an overt, consuming issue.

Tactically, though, racial politics will be more important, and more complicated, than ever in determining a winner. The ­alliance of outer-borough white Catholics and conservative Jews, crucial to electing Koch and Giuliani and Bloomberg, has been crumbled by age; one alternative axis, the black–brown–Manhattan liberal coalition, has been only fitfully productive, sending David Dinkins to City Hall for a single term. Bloomberg’s third and final victory signaled a major, if underappreciated, turning point. The 2009 election produced the first minority-majority turnout in New York history. “We mostly held on to outer-­borough whites and Jews,” a Bloomberg campaign strategist says, “but we don’t win unless we get enough Latino votes.”

This fall the Latino, Asian, African-­American, and multiracial share of the Democratic-primary vote should be about 58 percent—up from 49 percent in 2001. The slices of the pie are shifting too: The black vote, long about 25 percent of the total, is slowly declining. The Latino vote will likely crack 20 percent for the first time—while growing more varied, as the number of Dominican voters catches up to Puerto Ricans, with Mexicans and Central Americans also registering in significant quantities. “No one or even two groups can elect a mayor anymore,” Democratic strategist Bruce Gyory says, “which puts a premium on coalition-building skills. And you have to knit a much broader coalition than before.”

All the candidates are trying to figure out the new landscape. They’re emphasizing affinities: Bill de Blasio highlights his African-American wife and biracial kids. John Liu plays up his Taiwanese-immigrant roots and his stick-it-to-the-man attitude. But the stakes, and the opportunities, are highest for Bill Thompson.

“Yes, I’m black—duh,” he says, holding up his hands and laughing. Thompson, 59, is endearingly disarming about the obvious. He’s also deeply proud of his family’s Caribbean-American heritage. He is not, however, running as The Black Candidate. He speaks in every borough and to every demographic, and in as much detail about his experience as city comptroller for eight years as he does about the need to modify stop-and-frisk. With a four-candidate Democratic field and an increasingly variegated city, the scramble for votes plays out in a thousand small acts: Thompson, Quinn, and Liu, for instance, went to Williamsburg to sit shiva for Raizy and Nachman Glauber, the young Hasidic couple killed in a car collision.


Current Issue
Subscribe to New York

Give a Gift