An editorial in a Jan. 7, 1988 Post-Standard pronounced that former Syracuse mayor Lee Alexander was a male who “has it all.”
“He is intelligent, energetic, handsome, charismatic, a resident of many certain attributes one associates with success,” a editorial said.
Alexander was a male who “could have been successful during many anything he tried,” and a editorial remarkable that he should have left City Hall to turn one of Syracuse’s heading attorneys, “with a income and prestige” that came with it.
Instead, on Jan. 6, 1988, he was in a Binghamton courtroom, pleading guilty to racketeering, taxation semblance and conspiring to hinder a sovereign investigation.
He was approaching to be condemned to adult to 10 years in prison.
Alexander, 60, who had left bureau only dual years before, had once affianced to quarrel a charges opposite him, yet was described by a contributor as “pensive, subdued, in another world.”
Before his hearing, though, there was a discerning peep of a aged Alexander charisma.
As he approached a steel detector, he incited unexpected towards a guard. “Aren’t we from Syracuse?” he asked, in a tinge a circuitously contributor said, “more ordinarily listened during domestic campaigns.”
U.S. Marshall Tom Coon, who was taken a behind by a accessible gesture, pronounced he had seen Alexander during a sovereign building in Syracuse a prior year.
Seeing a vast throng of reporters after he upheld by security, he stopped and asked his profession if he had done adequate copies of his statement.
Then he stood in front of Judge Thomas McAvoy.
Dressed in a gray suit, a blue and white striped shirt, and dim striped tie, Alexander looked down during his feet or during sovereign prosecutor Gregory West, who called a former mayor a “most hurtful open central in Central New York history.”
When West had finished, McAvoy reminded Alexander that he would be condemned to 10 years in jail if he beg guilty.
“You’re honor, we do wish to beg guilty pursuant to a defence agreement,” Alexander responded.
“Because we are guilty,” a decider asked.
“That’s correct,” was a answer.
Outside a courtroom, Alexander was asked about his family. “I brought a lot of pain to them, we know that,” he said.
In his matter to a press, Alexander certified his guilt: “Funds creatively generated for one purpose were supposed for personal use.”
He wrote that he now satisfied that “the good” he achieved as mayor “will now be obscured.”
“I owe it to my city to pledge my right to satisfactory hearing and to accept punishment. we accept a harsh pain that is daily driven into me by a grief that we have brought to a people of a city that we love.”
Many of those people were outraged. Many suspicion a ten-year sentence, with a probability of recover after shortly after 3 years, in a minimum-security jail was too light.
Charles Jackson, a tyro during Nottingham High School, where Alexander had perceived a $39,600 boon in 1976 from an architect, was one of them.
“They cheated us. It’s wrong. They should let us, a students of Nottingham, make him pay,” he said.
Denise Van Marter, a painter during a Hotel Syracuse (where Alexander had supposed $67,065 in holds from a owners after receiving thousands of dollars in low-interest loans in 1983) didn’t consider Alexander’s judgment was serious enough, “Anybody else – solely an ex-mayor – would substantially get some-more than 10 years.”
At a new Galleries mall, where Alexander perceived a $2,878 kickback, shopper Pat Flowers attempted to be philosophical about selling in a building that was partially built on bribes.
“My taxation dollars are still going towards a same kind of things right now, and they will be until things change,” she said.
Alexander was condemned to 10 years in sovereign jail in Mar 1988. He was expelled in 1994.
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