And so farewell Segun A. Idowu, Mayor Michelle Wu’s dodgy $175,692-a-year “Chief of Economic Opportunity and Inclusion.”

It’s always a disappointment when the chief of inclusion is excluded… from the public trough.

But probably not for long. Plenty of openings remain in the DEI Industrial Complex for that special type of flim flammers and race grifters who check the right boxes.

I mean, has Gov. Maura Healey ever filled the august positions in her administration recently vacated by Monica Tibbits-Nutt and LaMar Cook?

At City Hall, Idowu hung onto his phony-baloney job for months after last year’s scandal involving two other diversity hires, a female born in Afghanistan and her Red Chinese-born boyfriend.

It was all about an aborted third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous. Among other things, it included Idowu renting a weeknight love nest at the Park Plaza Hotel after plying the Muslim woman with alcohol.

It ended in a drunken affray in Chinatown, as racist, misogynist slurs were hurled at a female BPD officer. Once again, a police body cam came in very handy – for the cops, as opposed to the boozed-up Beautiful People.

Ironic, though, that Idowu would be involved in such a tawdry affair, considering that he claims to be a good family man of sorts.

In his farewell statement, Idowu improbably said he plans to “spend as much time as I can with my grandmother, who I’ve been helping to take care over the last several years.”

At least when he wasn’t allegedly trying to pick up some Kabul cutie.

After the story broke, the mayor demanded the facts. After a totally on-the-level “investigation,” her diversity hire was “cleared” of all wrongdoing. And it was just as inevitable that he would get a rocket in his pocket on the first holiday after her second inauguration.

Now that Segun’s going to have even more time on his hands, I have a suggestion for him to pass the time.

His esteemed colleague, Monica Cannon-Grant, is being sentenced Jan. 29 for all the traditional BLM grifts – filing false tax returns, filing no tax returns, defrauding the city and the county, etc.

Reparations, in other words.

Segun and Monica came up together in the DEI rackets. In 2020, they both made the Boston Globe’s Bostonians of the Year List, in the Social Justice Advocates category.

For years, both were all over those “Best of” lists in regime-controlled media. In 2022, one of them swooned that Segun was “a rare individual respected by activists and establishment figures alike.”

Of course he was!

After slobbering over him for so long, the Globe was assigned to handle his holiday rub-out at City Hall. Naturally the Globe only mentioned the Chinatown incident in the ninth paragraph — professional courtesy.

The timing was a favor of sorts to Maura Healey. The governor also used Monday to formally announce her reelection plans.

But all the nattering nabobs of negativism who’d normally have been concentrating on Maura’s catastrophic first term had to devote at least a little attention to recounting one of the Wu Klux Klan’s more embarrassing moments of 2025.

Segun being whacked on the MLK Jr. holiday was ironic, considering that’s how he got his first break in the hackerama.

He was a coat holder for Boston City Councilor Charles “Chuck” Yancey. Segun’s nickname at City Hall was Tattoo, as in the old TV series Fantasy Island. He was Tattoo to Chuck’s Mr. Roarke.

Every January Yancey would let his own personal Tattoo recite King’s famous “I Have a Dream” speech.

The difference was, Segun didn’t have a dream, he had a scheme.

He wanted to be a politician. In 2018, he ran for state rep against the ancient honky incumbent from Hyde Park. There were five candidates, but three of them had the kind of surname that the new Bostonians – blow-in trust-funded hipsters with goatees from the Hamptons – swoon over.

There was Idowu, but also a Uy, and a Nzenwa. So many consonants, and only one vote. He finished a distant third in a field of five. Being a graduate of a Boston high school didn’t help him either. It never does anymore. In fact it’s a major drawback.

In “Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers,” Tom Wolfe wrote about how in the War on Poverty back in the Sixties, all the race hustlers wanted in on the “job training” programs. Nobody wanted an actual “job” from job training, because that would mean you had to go to work in the morning.

No, what the brothers wanted, Wolfe wrote, was to get in on running the training programs.

Fast forward 50 years. Now, in the community, the big hustle was all about… business.

Again, though, the usual suspects had zero interest in actually starting a business. That would mean that they had to find a product or a service to provide, and then compete in their chosen field to succeed. Which would mean… working.

No, much easier to become… an advocate… for whatever local lames you could find who still thought that work was anything other than a four-letter word.

Thus Segun became an advocate, according to his City Hall bio. He “advised initiatives.” He filed complaints. No heavy lifting, which meant he could be out drinking weeknights. He was, in short, a City Hall hack’s hack, 21st century woke variety.

And what exactly did Idowu, uh, accomplish, during his years of “advocacy?”

According to Mayor Wu, he worked to “increase diversity” and “strengthen entrepreneurship.”

How about empowerment? Did he empower anybody, or is that racket left to Rep. Ayanna Pressley’s jailbird husband with the anger-management issues?

But now it’s over. For Tattoo, da plane, da plane boss is arriving to take him away. Maybe to the Institute of Politics?

For the immediate future, though, Segun doesn’t need a plane. He can just stroll down to the federal courthouse next Thursday for Monica Cannon-Grant’s sentencing. It’s at 2:30 p.m.

Hey, Segun, if you’re still on the payroll by then, I’ll bet Mayor Wu will let you take a slide early that day.

Another one bites the dust.

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