Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Vernon Jordan
I was enjoying the beautiful sunshine shortly after 2pm on Wednesday, sitting on a bench in Rockefeller Plaza, when the man next to me called out: “Are you Vernon Jordan?” to the immaculate gentleman who was passing by. “Yes I am”, was the smiling response, as he stepped back towards his questioner.
“Well thank you for getting JC Penney to leave the City”
“I was not responsible for that”
“A lot of jobs were lost and about two-thirds of them were for minorities”
“I agree it wasn’t good”
“The company has suffered because of it”
“Their stock price is $22.” (I checked. It was)
And this idiot sitting next to me kept on hammering while Mr. Jordan said that the rumours about his involvement weren’t true; that he knew a lot more about the situation than his assailant and that he voted against whatever the proposal was that made them leave.
Overall, I have to say that I was most impressed with the way Vernon Jordan handled and eventually extricated himself. The man next to me settled back into his conversation with the woman he was sitting with. I was considerably more interested in reading 100 years of solitude than I was in their discussion, but she did seem to raise her voice - a suggestion perhaps that she thought she was being particularly enlightened and profound - as she stated: “I’m a believer in raising taxes”. Bit of a blanket statement there, lady!
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“Well thank you for getting JC Penney to leave the City”
“I was not responsible for that”
“A lot of jobs were lost and about two-thirds of them were for minorities”
“I agree it wasn’t good”
“The company has suffered because of it”
“Their stock price is $22.” (I checked. It was)
And this idiot sitting next to me kept on hammering while Mr. Jordan said that the rumours about his involvement weren’t true; that he knew a lot more about the situation than his assailant and that he voted against whatever the proposal was that made them leave.
Overall, I have to say that I was most impressed with the way Vernon Jordan handled and eventually extricated himself. The man next to me settled back into his conversation with the woman he was sitting with. I was considerably more interested in reading 100 years of solitude than I was in their discussion, but she did seem to raise her voice - a suggestion perhaps that she thought she was being particularly enlightened and profound - as she stated: “I’m a believer in raising taxes”. Bit of a blanket statement there, lady!
