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Under normal circumstances, a criminal investigation of a Cabinet Secretary would be a big deal. But with all the political scandals now swirling about, there’s been virtually no media attention of the investigation into Housing Secretary Alphonso Jackson.
Fortunately, there’s this terrific recent piece by Ed Pound in National Journal:
In February 2004, a lobbyist named Scott Keller joined Housing Secretary Alphonso Jackson as his deputy chief of staff. Over the next three years, Keller became Jackson’s indispensable man — his “right arm,” insiders say — at the Housing and Urban Development Department. In January, President Bush nominated Keller to be HUD’s assistant secretary for congressional and intergovernmental relations. But his nomination languished in the Senate, and Keller resigned from the department in August.
Keller, 37, resumed his lobbying career and says he left HUD under his own steam to provide for his family. But at the same time, sources say, the former Jackson aide has emerged in recent months as a central figure in the government’s criminal investigation of the HUD secretary. In one instance, Keller played an important role in a decision by the Housing Authority of New Orleans, or HANO, which is controlled by HUD, to award a $127 million redevelopment project to a team that included an Atlanta company, Columbia Residential. That firm has significant financial ties to Jackson: It owes him between $250,000 and $500,000 “for past services,” according to the HUD secretary’s public financial disclosure reports.
More from Ken Silverstein:
Commentary — November 17, 2015, 6:41 pm
The Clintons’ so-called charitable enterprise has served as a vehicle to launder money and to enrich family friends.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Average exam score, in a SUNY-Fredonia study, for students who only listened to a podcast of their professor’s lecture:
Boys in Taiwan are likelier than girls to vomit in order to lose weight.
Hundreds of women in yoga pants marched through Barrington, Rhode Island, to defend their right to wear the garment, and Trump vowed to sue every woman accusing him of sexual assault. “I look so forward to doing that,” he said.
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"She never thanked me, never looked at me—melted away into the miserable night, in the strangest manner I ever saw. I have seen many strange things, but not one that has left a deeper impression on my memory than the dull impassive way in which that worn-out heap of misery took that piece of money, and was lost."