"Mr. Foglia," Councilman Bill Green finally asked, "what is your job description?"
Foglia, who has had decades to ponder the question, turned to the BRT's administrative services director sitting nearby. "She reports to me. I report to my chairman."
Green raised an eyebrow and fired back, "So you have one employee reporting to you?"
Foglia mumbled as Green dug deeper: "Does the BRT need an executive director?"
Need? Foglia paused.
"From what I understand," he said, "since God was born, they've had an executive director."
So the Lord divined this mess?
I don't buy it. Neither did Green.
"A lot has changed," he replied snidely, "since God was born."
What was will always be?
But has it? Reading The Inquirer's BRT series this week, one could determine that what has been will always be because powerful Philadelphians prefer political cesspools to the Jersey Shore.
The property-assessment agency has been contentedly corrupt practically since its founding in 1854.
Judges control coveted BRT appointments. Political machines control many of the judges.
When pesky civil service rules threatened to pull the plug on BRT employees' political moonlighting, the agency created a separate class of patronage gigs funded by the school district. Today, the BRT has one of these patronage clerks for every assessor, when what the agency really needs are more assessors.
Despite the bloated staffing, my colleagues Mark Fazlollah and Joe Tanfani reported, the BRT fails miserably at most of its tasks.
More than 9,000 properties haven't been reassessed in 20 years. Similar homes on the same block have wildly different values.