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Train Station Running Late

Making over the Eighth Avenue post office into Moynihan Station should be the easiest of Manhattan’s big projects. So why might it not happen?

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On September 14, 2001, not long after putting down his ground-zero bullhorn, President George W. Bush had a quieter conversation with Governor George Pataki. The two men were discussing ways to show that New York was undaunted and vital and to give the city’s economy a boost. A public construction project would be ideal. Were there any good ideas, Bush asked, already in the pipeline?

Sure, Pataki said: converting the old Farley post-office building on Eighth Avenue into a new Penn Station. The money was largely in place and everyone was in favor of it, Pataki told the president; the only hurdle was persuading the Postal Service to vacate the historic landmark. “Yes,” Bush answered. “Let’s do it.”

Which made him the second consecutive president to support the plan. Bill Clinton came to the city in May 1999 for a celebratory press conference in which he endorsed spending federal money to make it happen. Mayor Michael Bloomberg has always favored the project. The state’s two current U.S. senators, Chuck Schumer and Hillary Clinton, regularly proclaim their love for the station. Heck, the line of elected advocates stretches back nearly uninterrupted all the way to 1993, when the legendary Daniel Patrick Moynihan began maneuvering money for the project into a series of federal appropriations for what, after his death, has come to be called Moynihan Station. But walk over to Eighth Avenue and 33rd Street and up those grand marble steps. You can buy stamps from a couple of lonely mail clerks. In December, the worthy “Operation Santa Claus” sets up shop in an alcove off the lobby. Otherwise the building’s 1.4 million square feet are occupied by pigeons and wishful thinking. Across the street, below Madison Square Garden, 550,000 passengers a day continue to sweat, swear, and collide as they try to escape the depressing maze that is Penn Station.

Moynihan Station is the middle child of New York City development projects. Ground zero, which will always claim the greatest emotional attachment, is the firstborn. The West Side stadium, which can do no wrong in the eyes of its indulgent parents, is the favored baby of the family. Moynihan Station—earnestly playing by the rules, reluctant to complain—has been rewarded for its obedience by being ignored.

Last year, congressional Republicans took a run at rescinding money allocated to Moynihan Station. Schumer, Hillary Clinton, and Congressman Jerry Nadler successfully beat back that challenge. Now the buzzards are circling again. The ballooning federal deficit has fueled a congressional scramble for any stray dollars; money that’s been sitting around unspent for more than a decade makes a tempting target. As does any money associated with Amtrak, which Republicans are trying to kill on ideological grounds.

Unlike ground zero or the West Side stadium, though, that’s as close as Moynihan Station has ever come to serious opposition. And still it can’t get built. One problem is that the station has suffered from the lack of a passionate, single-minded champion since the death of Senator Moynihan in 2003. Charles Gargano, the chairman of the Empire State Development Corporation, which controls the site, gets some praise from train-station proponents, but Gargano has been busy elsewhere. To run the Moynihan Station Development Corporation, which has day-to-day responsibility for building the facility, the governor selected a 45-year-old failed actor whose chief talent appears to be raising money for Pataki’s electoral campaigns.

Yet the person who may end up rescuing the train station has an even more unlikely résumé. She’s lived in India for much of her adult life, working with refugees. She’s also been a clothing designer and a comedienne. She’s completing a novel that will be published by Judith Regan. Still, this irrepressible 47-year-old divorced mom possesses one unbeatable qualification. She is Senator Moynihan’s only daughter, Maura.

“All these little games and eddies and detours in the torrent that is New York politics distract people from the real goal, which is building the station,” she says. “This project benefits all New Yorkers, and I want them to feel as frightened as I am. If the state and city continue to dawdle, this chance will be gone.”

For the past two years, Moynihan has been gently nagging politicians, trying to inject a sense of urgency into the project. In many respects, the train station couldn’t be better connected: Former Moynihan aides Bill Cunningham, Kevin Sheekey, Doug Schoen, and Ken Gross all now work for Mayor Bloomberg. Yet when Maura Moynihan called Dan Doctoroff last year, Bloomberg’s deputy mayor for economic development, Doctoroff—amazingly—told Moynihan he didn’t know much about the station’s prospects.

Recently, though, there’s been progress: Pataki and Gargano have struck deals to increase New Jersey Transit’s access to Moynihan Station, reducing the project’s reliance on Amtrak. Still, that progress highlights another absurdity: The current Penn Station handles ten times the number of passengers that are projected to pass through ground zero’s new PATH hub, yet the new downtown station has been awarded $2 billion in construction funding, while only $600 million is earmarked for Moynihan Station.


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