Over at Cherelle Parker’s headquarters, they started playing “Oh Happy Day” as soon as they heard Derek Green had dropped out, unable to compete with the flood of money and deep-pocket endorsements captured by the front runners.
Green told me he had no regrets, and he had not made up his mind as to who would make the best mayor.
Indecisive, even after hearing their ideas dozens of times in the past few weeks?
Naw, he’s saving his endorsement for major impact.
Meanwhile, Parker is the beneficiary because they both come out of the Northwest Coalition, fabled for (generally) uniting behind one candidate and turning out the vote.
Most political analysts saw Green and Parker as splitting that vote, and creating an impediment to either winning.
Parker now owns that lane, along with the perhaps-surprising endorsements of the building trades unions.
Why surprising?
I remember Jim Kenney, in one of his red-faced fits, referring to those unions as populated by “white guys from the suburbs.”
I forget whether this was before or after most of them had endorsed him for mayor.
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