How Rob Ford Happened: A History of the Toronto Mayor from the Pages of the National Post
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Drawing on a wealth of articles written by by National Post journalists including Christie Blatchford, Jonathan Kay, Andrew Coyne, Chris Selley and more, How Rob Ford Happened examines the precipitous rise and calamitous fall of one of the most controversial public figures in Canadian political history. From his early days as a crusading suburban city councillor to his reign as Mayor of Toronto and his eventual crowning as the city’s clown prince, the National Post presents a history of Rob Ford with all the warning signs, red flags, enthusiasms, controversies and scandals that have led to our current mayoral mess.
Shame! Shame! ”—and quite correctly too. Here was the chief magistrate of the city, prowling up and down the public gallery, trying to intimidate the very people for whom he works and who pay his salary, frightening at least one woman, probably in her 50s, into pulling her blue scarf over her face. “How do you know Anthony Smith, you lying scumbag? ” someone shouted, referring to the young man who is a homicide victim and who is one of the three who posed in that now notorious picture with the mayor, outside an alleged crack house.
Ford took part in the debate and voted on the resolution which condemned him. “The matter received significant publicity and occurred in the run-up to a hard fought election. ” Yet no complaints under the MCIA were received. “The public, in effect, were given the opportunity to judge Councillor Ford’s actions in light of the facts which were given full publicity. They endorsed him to a very significant degree. ” The MCIA as interpreted by Judge Hackland deems as a potential breach, punishable by mandatory removal, even an attempt to defend oneself at council.
Ford’s thanks a few hours later, his opinion carried some real weight. Mr. Holyday reassured the public, not that the public ought to have needed it because bureaucracies are after all self-sustaining, that things are still running tickety-boo. Water still comes out of the tap; you can still check out a book at the library; police and fire are still on the job and, oh yes, council has met this week (to kibosh the casino) and so has the executive committee. He refused to get in the muck. He wouldn’t call the situation a crisis.
For one thing, it’s not me who has smoked crack. For another, this is Toronto we’re talking about, for God’s sakes. Don’t you have to have an actual reputation before you can be slandered? I have lived in this city since 1967, when it was a right proper provincial burg, with Sunday no-drinking laws and horrible restaurants where gentlemen who arrived without ties were sometimes handed cheap stained ones before being allowed into the dining room. As a teenager, I’d sometimes accompany my Dad to the liquor store, all of which were suitably grim little holes where you had to fill out a form, write down the booze you wanted by brand, sign the form and then hand it gravely to the guy behind the counter, who would wrap it in the paper bag that marked you as a loser.
I’m a little concerned,” she said. “I’m worried about my niece. I’m worried about Kathy. And I’d really like to know that it didn’t have anything to do with Ennio Stirpe. ” Police have not officially said so, but it appears they have ruled out that possibility. In fact, sources close to Councillor Ford say the family has been told Stirpe definitely had nothing to do with the shooting. Acting on a tip, police pulled over the Fords’ black Jaguar yesterday morning. The two men inside were questioned and charged with weapons-related offences and are being held until forensic investigators finish processing the crime scene.