The New Yorkerのインスタグラム(newyorkermag) - 8月8日 04時00分

The way he tells it, Eric Adams was destined to become New York City’s mayor. “I never thought for one moment I was *not* going to be mayor,” he tells Ian Parker, in a new Profile. “Never.” The story of his ascent to political power is characterized by similar bombast, replete with claims that have a strange air of recklessness. “Adams doesn’t just polish anecdotes,” Parker writes. “He is unusually ready to repeat things that are confirmably untrue, or that—in their internal contradictions, or avoidance of specifics, or mutability from one telling to the next—seem very likely to be untrue.”

Adams has claimed that he carried, in his wallet, a small photograph of a police-officer friend who was murdered in 1987 (@ニューヨーク・タイムズ recently reported that, in the days following the speech, City Hall aides manufactured the photograph by downloading an image from the Internet, then staining a print with coffee, to make it look old); that, during the mayoral primary, he was living in a basement in Bed-Stuy (@politico staked it out: Adams was never there); that he led protests after a 10-year-old was shot by police in 1973 (Adams was 12 at the time; there’s no evidence that he led protests); that he adheres to a vegan diet (Adams at one point told Parker, “If I see a piece of chicken, I’m going to nibble on it.”). At the link in our bio, Parker unpacks the mythology Adams has created around himself. Photograph by Mark Peterson / Redux for The New Yorker.

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