Burt Natarus Says: "There's Nothing Wrong with Developers"

This evening, WTTW's Chicago Tonight welcomed 42nd Ward aldermanic candidates incumbent Burt Natarus and challenger Brendan Reilly (apparently the Internet-challenged Mike Liebert dropped out of the race). Reilly repeated his criticism that Natarus governs the Ward at the heart of downtown Chicago for the developers who build here rather than for the people who live here.

Curiously, Natarus never told him he was wrong. Instead, the obviously miffed, severely scowling alderman declared, "there's nothing wrong with developers", or with receiving developer contributions, but even so swore that the he and the Ward office are fully responsive to resident issues and complaints.

I suppose Natarus didn't read my post from last Thursday that documented the back-handed treatment I and my neighbors received from him and the 42nd Ward office for months on the issue of scofflaw developer construction noise. Oddly, enough, Reilly's campaign did read the post, and emailed me to say my story is one of hundreds that they've heard from unhappy downtown residents let down by Burt Natarus.

Adding insult to injury, Natarus then proceeded to deliver a rant on labor unions (yes, labor unions), including the SEIU and Local 1, and vilified Reilly for having received the endorsement of big labor. Sounds like sour grapes to me from an alderman who originally courted labor's endorsement (as, somewhat nervously, did the entire city council in the wake of last year's big-box wage debacle).

Outright lies and verbal attacks on labor unions? That's not the ilk of a city council member, or at least it shouldn't be. Natarus also let drop that his pension vested six years ago. Burt, do us all a favor and cash it in. Your style of running the Ward is outdated, you're on autopilot, and you're simply out of touch with the people who live here.

I'm sure there must be a nice penthouse in one of the many architecturally banal, super-tall condo towers you've allowed to sprout across the Ward like weeds on a sand dune to which you could retire grimacing.