Seven weeks later he was poised to take the oath as mayor of New York City. He began to announce some choices for positions in city government. There was the fire chief who had never been a fire fighter. There was a transition team member who was a convicted felon. Other appointees before and after the inaugural raised eyebrows, to put it mildly.
Then the great day came. Sixty-seven years to the day after Batista had fled Cuba in 1959, Mamdani raised his hand, placed the other one on a copy of the Kuran, and became the mayor of New York City at 34 years of age. He had a relatively brief address for the adoring crowds, but it contained some memorable lines.
He had been elected, he said, as a democratic socialist and would govern as one. That didn’t really surprise anyone because he hasn’t shied away from the party label. The next line was the shocker:
“We will replace the frigidity of rugged individualism with the warmth of collectivism.”
I could hardly believe I had heard him say it myself. Wait, what? There are so many ways to analyze that sentence. Indeed there may be cold, rarified air on the mountaintop of rugged individualism and achievement, but to insist that the whole concept of individualism must be replaced with the “warmth of collectivism” was stunning. The words might have just as easily come from Karl Marx or Lenin or Mao, and they often did.
As in 1959, the speech was all about the rosy future and the bad old days that had come before. Actually, there wasn’t much about the bad old days. It sufficed to say words like “corruption” and “dictator” and “rich landowners” a few times. After that most of the world press was baying on the trail of Batista and gazing adoringly at Castro. What he did didn’t actually matter. The intent was enough. He was young and idealistic, they said, much as they did about Mamdani.