Judi Giulianiâs run for First Slut
The Article: The Thunderbolt: Judi Guiliani’s Run for First Lady by Lloyd Grove. If you’re interested in becoming a power-hungry, manipulative gold digger, learn from the best!
The Text: If everything works out, it may be the last great political deal brokered in a smoke-filled room. On a balmy June night in 1999, Judith Nathan was having a drink at Club Macanudo, a cigar bar on East 63rd Street. Her companion was Dr. Burt Meyers, an infectious-disease specialist at Mount Sinai hospital and one of the many physicians she had befriended as a hospital sales rep for Bristol-Myers Squibb. Nathan, then 44, was at ease amid the upmarket manliness, a woman of the world among many middle-aged men of the world, including, that night, the mayor of the City of New York, Rudolph Giuliani.
Club Mac, with its wooden Indians, leather sofas, and âstate-of-the-art ventilation system,â had become a well-known late-night haunt for the mayor. Perhaps it was also something of an escape: He was still living at Gracie Mansion with his second wife, television personality Donna Hanover. Here, he could kick back with a tumbler of Glenlivet and relax with City Hall aides and political associates. Sometimes a woman would approach him, interrupting his cigar-smoking to express her admiration, maybe get an autograph. Perhaps flirt mildly. So it wasnât surprising when Nathan, a pretty woman with rich brown hair, came over and said hello.
This story of how they met had to be pieced together from accounts by Giuliani intimates because the couple refuses to talk about it. Even during their gauzy TV interview this past March with Barbara Waltersâwho was a guest at their wedding in 2003âwhich was a custom-made moment to safely peddle this type of personal anecdotage, Judith demurred. âThatâs one thing I would kind of like to keep private,â she said, allowing only that âit was by accident.â
A few days after their fateful meeting, the mayor had an aide retrieve Judithâs business card from his desk drawer at City Hall, then he phoned and asked her out. They took in a movie at Loews Kips Bay, The Generalâs Daughter, which is about a cover-up at West Point. At dinner afterward, at Peter Luger Steakhouse, they were chaperoned by a couple of City Hall staffers.
Later, on the occasion of their marriage, Giuliani would tell the Timesâ âVowsâ columnist that âour attraction was instantaneous. There was something mystical about the feeling.â He evoked an appropriately operatic moment from one of his favorite novels, Mario Puzoâs The Godfather, when Michael Corleone spotted his Sicilian bride, Apollonia. âIt was,â Rudy said, âthe thunderbolt.â
When she met the mayor at Club Macanudo, Judith Nathan couldnât have imagined the complexity of the relationship she was getting into. At that point, the considerable successes of Rudyâs mayoralty were in the past and his future was uncertain. He may have looked like a catch, but he certainly did not look like a potential president. There was talk of a Senate run. Now, in a Cinderella-like reversal, Judith Giuliani, with her husbandâs help, is auditioning for a vast and contradictory role: romantic partner of Americaâs Mayor, wholesome third wife, definer of gender roles, and emblem of respectable femininity for an entire nation. So far, her attempts to play this impossible part have been riveting, if sometimes comic.
Rudy Giuliani has always been the most insular of politicians, operating within his personal tribe, at odds with most everyone outside. The prime value is extreme loyalty, and for those in possession of that quality (think Bernard Kerik), much else is forgiven. Like George W. Bush, he and his team create their own reality and wait for the world to follow.
Judith Giuliani is the latest to join this coterie, and by far the most important. Heâs given her influence into all facets of his professional life. He has often referred to Judith as his âclosest adviser.â In a 2003 TV interview, Rudy claimed that Judith is âan expert we rely onâ at Giuliani Partners. âShe gives us a lot of advice and a lot of help in areas where sheâs got a lot of expertiseâbiological and chemical,â Rudy said as Judith watched him and nodded vigorously. âAnd since we do security work, thatâs an area of great concernâyou know, another anthrax attack, a smallpox attack, chemical agents. She knows all of that.â Famously, he told Barbara Walters that Judith would be able to sit in on cabinet meetings, acting at the time as if this were a perfectly ordinary responsibility for a president to give his wife.
At other times, their presentation has been lovey-dovey to the point of queasiness. Their displays of affection got so gooey during the taping of the Walters interview that the ABC News doyenne is said to have joked, âEnough already!â They held hands and cooed; he called her âbabyâ and she called him âsweetheartâ as they kissed on the lips. At one point, after he absolved her of responsibility for his divorce from Hanover and his alienation from their two children (âSheâs done everything she can. She loves all the childrenâ), Judith, who was serenely feminine in a sea-green sweater, with another, lavender sweater tied casually around her neck over it, French preppy style, reached out to caress his cheek. When Walters asked her if she was âbotheredâ by her affair with the married mayor, Judith responded, blandly, âIt was a rocky road, absolutely. But when you have a partnership that is based on mutual respect and communication, the two of you know whatâs going on.â
Americans have an unresolved relationship with their idea of what a First Lady should be. It doesnât usually involve thunder and lightning. Political consultants know whatâs easiest to sell: Harriet Nelson, which is to say more or less Laura Bush. More-assertive types, be it the Svengali socialite in couture (early Nancy Reagan), the defiantly unkittenish liberal crusader (early Hillary Clinton), or the aloof and foreign-seeming heiress (Teresa Heinz-Kerry), are more off-putting because itâs difficult to identify with them.
Judith Giulianiâs biggest drawbackâher three marriagesâreminds voters of Rudyâs own three and the associated tawdry drama. The first, to his second cousin, was annulled after fourteen years. His second, to Hanover, ended with Rudyâs televised May 2000 announcement that he intended to separate from her; Hanoverâs shocked, tearful, also-televised response blamed Rudyâs ârelationship with one staff member,â i.e., his communications director Cristyne Lategano. That was before much was known about Judith. By the summer of 2001, Judithâs face, along with Donnaâs and Rudyâs, was plastered on the cover of People magazine with the tawdry headline INSIDE NEW YORKâS NASTIEST SPLIT ⊠THE MAYOR, THE WIFE, THE MISTRESS.
Six years later, the rollout of Judith-as-wife, as potential First Lady, is still tainted by the smoke of that thunderous extramarital night at Club Mac.
Her magazine appearances have tended to be like the one in the March Harperâs Bazaar, where she talked about âmaking him happy, making a happy homeâ and posed lip-to-lip on Rudyâs lap. âIâve always liked strong, macho men,â she told the magazine. âRudyâs a very, very romantic guy; we love watching Sleepless in Seattle. Can you imagine my big testosterone-factor husband doing that?â But amid their efforts at cozy public normalcy, suddenly Rudyâs son, Andrew, told a Times reporter that âthereâs obviously a little problem that exists between me and his wife.â
Theirs is a very New York love story, complicated and, frankly, mature. Itâs hard to say how itâll play in the red states.
In early 2000, as Rudyâs Senate race was getting under way, Judith Nathan was a mysterious but constant presence in the campaign entourage. Rudy didnât bother to clarify her role internally, and the few people in the know kept their own counsel. One campaign staffer at first assumed Judith was âsome sort of adviser or consultant.â Others believed she was a member of his security detail. Finally, by the time Rudy withdrew from the race in May, most folks had figured it out.
The couple was quickly beset by crises: his prostate cancer and then 9/11.
Under Judithâs guidance, he considered various treatment options and decided against surgically removing the prostateâthe method that produces the most reliable outcomeâin favor of implanting radioactive seeds. Called brachytherapy, itâs a less common procedure that has its advantages: The risk of long-term erectile dysfunction is lower. âHe didnât want the knife down there at all,â says an intimate who was privy to Rudyâs worries.
Meanwhile, Rudyâs divorce lawyer, Raoul Felder, acting on his image-battered clientâs instructions, announced that Rudyâs radiation treatments had for the past year left him impotent, making sex with his girlfriend impossible.
âPart of the reason Rudy loves her so much is that she loved him, and batted her eyes at him, even when his very virility was questioned, when his sexual vitality was knocked out,â says the former Giuliani associate.
And Giuliani was unquestionably in love.
A few years ago, at a wedding attended by prominent lawyers and judges, Rudy and Judith were sitting at a table where the other guests were having a spirited legal and political discussion. âRudy was deferring to her the entire evening,â says a fellow guest. âThey were talking about the war in Iraq, and she was opining. They were talking about the Second Circuit, and she had an opinion about that too. People didnât know what to say. And Rudy, if anything, was drawing her out. âWhat do you think about that, baby?â She likes to talk.â
A former associate of Giulianiâs from the days when he was a mob-busting federal prosecutor says, âLoyalty does mean everything to him. He absolutely adores her. He doesnât need the expensive Brioni suits she has him wear, or the fancy food she has him eat. He was a cheeseburger-and-martini guy. But Rudy defers to her.â
Almost immediately after they came out as a couple, Judith accompanied the mayor everywhere, even marching alongside him in city parades. Paparazzi staked out her apartment building and her condo in Noyack. Donna Hanover obtained a court order barring Judith from Gracie Mansion.
She quit Bristol-Myers Squibb in March 2001 and, with the connections supplied by her powerful consort, joined a philanthropic consulting firm, Changing Our World Inc., as a managing director.
Before they were married, he indulged her desire to dine regularly at Le Cirque even though the heavy cuisine tended to make him queasy. âIt was almost required daily, going to Le Cirque for dinner, and Rudy used to throw up afterward, because the food was so rich,â says a witness. âBut she wanted to go, because it was the place to be seen, and the treatment by Sirio [Maccioni, the owner] was incredible.â
As you descend from the hilltops on Route 309 into the former Judi Ann Stishâs hometown, Hazleton, Pennsylvania, it sparkles like shards of glass in the sunlight. Thenâcloser in, on the edge of townâthe vision loses its luster amid the detritus of a long-abandoned coal-mining economy. You pass a barnlike structure sporting a sign that misspells adult shope, then gigantic Quonset huts, then strip malls, then churches. Since the mines shut down after World War II, Hazleton has struggled mightily. In 2002, U.S. News & World Report labeled Hazleton âa town in need of a tomorrow.â Aside from Judi, the cityâs most famous native is Jack Palance.
Judiâs second cousin, retired Hazleton Area schools superintendent Geraldine Stish Shepperson, says the family patriarchâwhose surname was Americanized from Sticiaâemigrated from Italy to toil in the mines with Irish and Slovak settlers in the early 1900s. âThey were all poor working people.â Judiâs grandfather Frank Stish, a milkman, was paralyzed in an on-the-job accident, Shepperson says, and Judithâs 81-year-old father, Donald, is a retired circulation manager for the Philadelphia Inquirer. Judiâs mother, Joan, is Polish-American, and these Stishesâincluding Judiâs older brother, Donnie, and younger sister, Cyndyâattended St. Stanislaus Catholic Church, down the street from their modest two-family house on Carson Street in the Nannygoat Hill neighborhood. These days, Donald and Joan Stish spend part of the year in a Palm Beach condo purchased by Rudy and Judith.
âShe was beautiful and had long, reddish hair,â remembers current Hazleton High School English teacher Mike Saleeba, who was a year behind Judi back in the early seventies. âI remember her faceâshe had a fantastic complexion. I wouldnât have dared to ask her out.â Still, âshe would go out of her way to say hello to you. She wasnât one of the snobs.â
Saleeba compares Hazletonâs atmosphere in those days to the sitcom Happy Days. Saturday nights were spent dancing to live bands at the local YMCA. Afterward, the kids headed for the Knotty Pineââthe Pines,â they called itâa popular diner where they pulled up in their cars, flashed their headlights, and the waitresses served barbecue sandwiches curbside. Judiâs Hazleton High classmate Mike DeCosmo often dropped her home after a night of fun. âShe was one of those people who never had a bad word about anybody, always upbeat, always friendly,â says DeCosmo, today an accountant.
Judi was known as a diligent student and an attractive girl who busied herself with extracurricular activities such as the Future Nurses Association, the tennis and ski clubs, the literary society, and the Diggers Club, a volunteer service organization that âbrightened the days of many handicapped and retarded children in Hazletonâs schools,â according to Janus, the high-school yearbook.
In a blue-collar place like Hazleton, nursing was one of the few professions that were seen as appropriate for young women. âThere was teaching, and there was nursing. Thatâs all that was offered to us, really,â says the school librarian, Theresa Krajcirik.
It also got Judith out. She met medical-supplies salesman Jeffrey Scott Ross and, after two years of nursing school up the road in Bethlehem, married him at the Chapel of the Bells in Las Vegas. Then they moved to North Carolina.
Their marriage lasted less than five years. By the time of their uncontested Florida divorce on November 14, 1979, husband No. 2 was already in the wings. She married Bruce Nathan five days later.
They had met in Charlotte, where Bruce had moved after selling the Long Islandâbased office-furniture business founded by his grandfather. For the 24-year-old Judi, who had spent much of the previous five years on the road, demonstrating and selling surgical equipment, Nathan was a catch. Over the course of their increasingly rocky marriage, they lived in Atlanta and Manhattan (while acquiring a Hamptons summer place) and the Pacific Palisades in Los Angeles. She left him and moved to New York in March 1992 with their 7-year-old daughter, Whitney.
Not surprisingly, Bruce Nathanâs friends remember Judi less than fondly. âShe was a real opportunist, a real Becky Sharp character,â says a Nathan-family friend who shared Thanksgiving dinners with Bruce and Judi. âShe was kind of cute, and Bruce was quite handsomeâa rich trust-fund kid from Long Island. She was less sophisticated in those days. I think she really desired to be sort of the Junior League type. She basically struck me as having an inflated, self-important view of herself.â
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The voluminous divorce papers filed with Los Angeles County Superior Court paint a more complicated picture. In public court documents, Bruce said he and Judi adopted Whitney in March 1985, when they lived in Atlanta, after trying for five years to have a child on their own. In 1987, they moved to New York, renting a series of apartments on the Upper East Side. The formerly Catholic Judi became an active member of the socially prominent Brick Presbyterian Church. The Nathans enrolled Whitney at the elite Madison Avenue Presbyterian Day School and, later on, Spence. In other court documents, there is mention of a Porsche, a Cadillac, antique furniture, paintings, pricey rugs, a place in Southampton, and, according to Judi, Bruceâs âtrust fund valued at $800,000 to one million dollars.â She added, âMy husband has had a long history of credit loans to support his lavish lifestyle.â
As with all bad marriages, there seems to have been enough blame to go around. In one of the many affidavits filed and cross-filed by the warring Nathans, Judi accused Bruce of âa violent temper,â ânumerous physical assaults and manhandling of me,â including âscreaming vile epithets, cursing,â and âpunching me in the side of my headâ in March 1992. After that alleged attackâwhich Bruce has deniedâJudith retreated with her daughter to a neighborâs and called the cops. âI feared for my safety and that of my daughter,â she claimed in her affidavit, adding, âI immediately fled California.â She went first to Hazleton and stayed temporarily with her parents, then moved in with friends in Manhattan and took a part-time job in a dentistâs office before eventually finding full-time work at Bristol-Myers Squibb.
Bruce, in his own court filings, claimed that Judi had kidnapped their child and branded her an âunfit motherâ and a âsocial climberâ whose ââmain goalâ in life was being involved with whatever was âthe in thingâ at the moment. Whether it was belonging to âthe right churchâ by converting from Catholicism to Presbyterian; playing bridge with the âright peopleâ ⊠enrolling Whitney at the âright schoolsâ in order to further my wifeâs social aspirations; wearing designer clothes and jewelry; and vacationing at the fashionable Hamptons.â
And while âI maintained my Jewish heritage,â Bruce alleged that âmy wife thought nothing of physically and mentally abusing me within Whitneyâs earshot.â When he couldnât afford something, she referred to him as âJew boyâ and other slurs. Mike McKeon, Judithâs campaign press secretary, dismisses the âridiculousâ fifteen-year-old allegation. âAnti-Semites donât marry Jews.â
Meanwhile, she went on with her life, having various romances. One is said to have been with a French diplomatic staffer. For four years, she and Whitney and clinical psychologist Manos Zacharioudakis lived together in a one-bedroom apartment on East 55th Street.
Years later, after Rudy made Judith the third Mrs. Giuliani and launched his campaign for the Republican presidential nomination, Zacharioudakis rhapsodized to the Daily News about his former loverâs âpassion,â âsensualâ nature, and âItalian eroticism.â
Around the same time, Judith went back to court over custody arrangements for 16-year-old Whitney. Sheâd fled her motherâs Upper East Side apartment to move in with her father, safely out of the limelight.
Then 9/11 happened, and everything changed. For one thing, Rudyâs political career was resuscitated. During his illness, Giuliani had become increasingly dependent on her, a relationship that continued into his professional life. âShe had to approve his schedule, which had already been finalized weeks before,â says an insider. âPeople eventually knew not to lock anything in until sheâd looked at it.â
In his best-selling 2002 autobiography, Leadership, Giuliani wrote that his future wife had been an effective mayoral adviser after 9/11 because she âhad been a nurse for many years, and afterward a pharmaceutical executive; she had managed a team of people and had many organizational skills. Further, she had wide-ranging scientific knowledge and research expertise.â He added that he âput her to work helping me organize the hospitalsâ to treat the injured from ground zero. His campaign Website, meanwhile, notes, âIn the aftermath of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks, Mrs. Giuliani coordinated the efforts at the Family Assistance Center on Pier 94.â
But concerning Judithâs participation in the cityâs response to 9/11, public-health and security consultant Jerry Hauer takes exception to the Giuliani campaignâs assertions. Hauerâa nationally known bioterrorism expert who was Rudyâs first director of the newly created Office of Emergency Managementâminced no words about the claim that the mayorâs then-girlfriend âcoordinated the efforts at the Family Assistance Center on Pier 94.â
âThat is simply a lie,â Hauer tells me. âBut Rudyâs not shy about rewriting history when it suits him.â
Hauer had a bitter falling-out with Giuliani after Hauer endorsed Democrat Mark Greenâs mayoral candidacy in 2001. âYouâre done,â Rudy told him ominously after he and former police commissioner Bill Bratton staged a press conference endorsing Green.
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âI had left city government before 9/11, and Rudy called me back to help out,â Hauer says. âHe asked me to relocate the Family Assistance Center from the Armory on Lexington Avenue, which was too small, to Pier 94. We put it together in two and a half days. At that point, he had already announced his separation from Donna and he wanted to get Judith involved somehow. Most people didnât really care. We had a job to do. Where she had opinions, she offered them, and where they were valuable, we listened. The fact that she was the mayorâs girlfriend didnât carry a lot of weight with most of the folks working there.â
Afterward, Rudy installed her on the board of the Twin Towers Fund.
The Giuliani-Nathan nuptials were a star-studded extravaganza at which the bride wore a bejeweled Vera Wang gown and a diamond tiara, Mayor Michael Bloomberg officiated, and the 400 guests included Wang, Walters, Beverly Sills, Yogi Berra, Joe Torre, Donald Trump and Melania Knauss, Rupert Murdoch and Roger Ailes, Mort Zuckerman and Henry Kissinger, even Cristyne Lategano-Nicholas.
Judith elevated her profile in the charity world by touting various good causes in her column in Gotham magazine. She lent her name to the all-girls Mother Cabrini High School and the McCarton School for autistic children.
In 2003, Judith posed in a cranberry bejeweled Carolina Herrera gown for the cover of the society glossy Avenue. She sported a huge Chopard brooch and Jimmy Choo shoes while reclining languidly in her so-called Moroccan sitting room. From the magazineâs excitable perspective, the Giulianis had âcreated their own Chartwell,â the name of Sir Winston Churchillâs country house, on the Upper East Side. The article confidently predicted that Judith âcould be the most stylish First Lady since another Upper East Sider, Jacqueline Kennedy.â
âYou have a successful marriage when you have each other as a priority,â she told the magazine. âI travel with Rudy. He respects me and involved me in all aspects of his life. We get involved in speechwriting. We make decisions together about which places we are going to go. Itâs a busy life and we live it together.â
They have adjoining offices at Giuliani Partners at 5 Times Square, where she has installed Pilates machines, the better to keep her husband fit. Today, she doesnât like to leave his side, her arm possessively around his waist at social gatherings such as a buffet dinner last July at Ronald Perelmanâs East Hampton estate, where I saw the two of them navigating the A-list crowd joined at the hip. Manhattan hostesses have long known that if they invite the Giulianis to dinner, they must be prepared to breach protocol by seating them not only at the same table but next to each other, and Rudyâs standard lecture contract explicitly requires that his wife be placed beside him in case his appearance involves sitting through a meal.
Itâs no surprise to veteran Rudy watchers that in recent weeks, senior presidential-campaign operatives have apparently been grumbling about what they consider Judithâs meddling in matters outside her areas of competence. âSheâs, uh, feisty, as they say,â a high-level supporter told Newsday. âThe staff people go a little nuts.â
The story of Manny Papir is a cautionary tale for anyone who doubts that Judith Giuliani is a force to be reckoned with. Papir, Rudyâs longtime personal aide, learned the hard way during a trip to Europe when Rudy, taking a 9/11 victory lap in early 2002, was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II and then was honored with the German Media Prize in Baden-Baden. Among Rudyâs inner circle, Judith was fast becoming known for her demanding requirements. Even loyalist Sunny Mindel was overheard joking that whenever they arranged a chartered jet for their principal and his companion, âwe need two seats for Judithâone for her and one for her Gucci bag.â (âI have no recollection of saying that,â Mindel says.)
When Judith asked to stay two nights in Baden-Baden instead of the previously planned oneâthrowing the intricate schedule into disarrayâPapir, who was advancing Rudyâs triumphal tour, made the mistake of betraying his impatience. Running into other members of the entourage in the lobby, he muttered, âLet me guessâyouâre waiting for Princess, too.â When the quip was reported back to Rudy and Judith, Papirâwho declined to commentâwas out of a $200,000-a-year job.
McKeon dismisses the complaints, arguing that Judith is not trying to be a political strategist. âIt comes from people who are not on the inside of the campaign. Maybe thatâs why theyâre grumbling,â he says. âJudith is nothing but an asset, and, as the campaign continues, sheâs going to be a larger and larger asset.â
Her early work on the stump has been marred by occasional gaffes, but he calls her âan experienced public speakerâ and says there are no plans to get her a speechwriter. âHer primary role is as a support system for Rudy in a personal way and as a character witness for him in a public way. She knows him as a man, as a husband, and as a good person, and thatâs what sheâll be talking about. Sheâll be one of our key surrogates.â
Judith Giuliani was introduced to the public by the tabloids. But that experience did not fully prepare her for the current one. Friends describe a woman who is hurt and baffledââfreaked out,â says oneâby the barrage of coverage of her first marriage and the fact that long ago, her job had her demonstrating surgical-stapling procedures on live dogs.
Candice Stark, whoâs known Judith for twenty years, believes that sheâs a target of opportunity. âI read these things in the newspaper trying to trash her, trying to make her seem like something that sheâs not, and I think itâs just people looking for anything they can to take Rudy down,â she theorizes. âEverything about his life is so well known they canât dig much further, so theyâre going after her instead. So much of politics is cruel. Youâve got to be strong.â
A confidant of Judithâs from the Hamptons, where the Giulianis paid $3 million for a 6,000-square-foot shingled house in Water Mill, complete with swimming pool, wine cellar, and cigar room, argues that sheâs been unfairly caricatured. âThis is a woman, a single mother, who has struggled most of her life, and she married somebody not because he was famous or because she thought he would be the president but because she was in love with him,â the friend says. âNow sheâs very worried that something she will do or say will hurt his opportunity. She loses sleep over it. Reading in the newspapers that sheâs a liability has been very, very hard for her.â
The friend added, âI think Rudyâs the one thatâs sabotaging her. Heâs out of control. Thereâs too much hand-holding and kissing on the lips, behaving like a couple of 18-year-olds in their first love affair. She doesnât have the political smarts, and I donât think she expected any of this.â (Like many people interviewed for this article, this friend asked for anonymity. âNo good deed goes unpunished,â explained Howard Koeppel, declining to share his impressions of the mayorâs then-girlfriend, who was a frequent visitor after Rudy moved out of Gracie Mansion to bunk with Koeppel and his domestic partner, Mark Hsiao.)
Republican fund-raiser and Manhattan hostess Georgette Mosbacherâthe ex-wife of Texas oilman Robert Mosbacher, who was Commerce secretary under the first President Bushâis a new member of Judithâs social circle, along with Walters and Beverly Sills. All three were Judithâs guests in December at an intimate ladiesâ lunch at the Giulianisâ East 66th Street co-op off Madison Avenue. âItâs a tough roleâIâve been there,â says the flame-haired Mosbacher. âFor me, it was horrible, devastating. You donât want to hurt your husband, and everything you do reflects on him. You become hypersensitive and you try to be what you think the press wants you to be so they wonât come after you. But you learn pretty quickâat least I didâthat you canât win that way. In the end, you gotta be yourself.â
Judith, who had been Rudyâs constant companion during early campaign swings in New Hampshire, has more recently stayed behind and lowered her profileâand Rudy has urged reporters to cut her some slack, pointing out that âI am a candidate. Sheâs a civilian, to use the old Mafia distinction.â
When I ran into Rudy at the White House Correspondents Association Dinner in late April, he told me Judith skipped the event because âsheâs up taking care of our daughter [Whitney] at Skidmore.â The locution âour daughterâ was hardly calculated to repair his frayed relations with the biological children he shares with Hanover, especially 17-year-old Trinity-prep-school senior Caroline, who uses Donnaâs surname and reportedly didnât bother telling him when she was accepted recently by Harvard. (âIn the next few months, Rudy really has to repair his relationships with Andrew and Caroline,â says a Republican strategist. âHe canât be the Republican nominee and have his kids estranged from him. That ainât gonna cut it.â)
As for the brickbats Judith has been absorbing of late, âI tell her itâs just like when I was mayor and every day people want to disagree with your policies and criticize you,â he said. âOver time, you get used to it.â
The Analysis: I wrote a poem to commemorate the event:
Rudi and Judi sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First came the homewrecking hussy,
Next came state-defined love,
Then a 9/11 baby sprouted out of that whores undercarriage.