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Leona Helmsley, Hotel "Queen" - Is Dead.

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The New York Times

August 21, 2007

LEFT]Leona Helmsley, Hotel ‘Queen,’ Is Dead at 87[/LEFT]

By ENID NEMY

Correction Appended

Leona Helmsley, the self-styled hotel queen whose prison term for income tax evasion and fraud was greeted with uncommon approval by a public who regarded her as a 1980s symbol of arrogance and greed, died yesterday at her home in Greenwich, Conn. She was 87.

The cause was heart failure, her longtime spokesman, Howard J. Rubenstein, said.

Mrs. Helmsley came to public attention after her marriage in 1972 to one of New York’s pre-eminent real estate investors and brokers, Harry B. Helmsley, who had divorced his wife of 33 years to marry her. In his heyday, Mr. Helmsley controlled real estate worth $5 billion, including the Empire State Building, the Helmsley Building on Park Avenue and the Flatiron Building. He died in 1997.

Mrs. Helmsley’s real power began to develop in 1980, with her appointment as president of the Helmsley hotels. At the time, the chain ran 30 hotels around the country, including the Park Lane and the St. Moritz in New York, as well as the Harley (now the Helmsley Hotel New York) and the flagship Helmsley Palace.

“It was Harry’s idea,” she said at the time. She added, “He said the best thing about it was that the board of directors meeting was over when we got out of bed.”

Although hotel employees throughout the Helmsley empire were aware of Mrs. Helmsley’s hair-trigger temper and arranged a warning system when she left her apartment on the way to one of the hotels, it was not until she was featured in glossy advertisements for the hotels that she became a household name. The first ads, for the Harley, showed a smiling Mrs. Helmsley proclaiming that she wouldn’t settle for things like skimpy towels, and “why should you?” Occupancy increased to 87 percent from 25 percent, according to Joyce Beber, chairman of Beber Silverstein & Partners, the agency that created the campaign.

The Harley success led to ads for the Helmsley Palace. Mrs. Helmsley, in evening dress in various settings in the hotel, proclaimed, “It’s the only palace in the world where the queen stands guard.” Such advertisements appeared for a decade. They worked, ad executives said, because Mrs. Helmsley and her insistence on first-rate service gave the Helmsley hotels a personality.

Some of the queen’s luster was tarnished in 1986 when court documents and law enforcement officials said she had failed to pay sales taxes in New York on hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of jewelry from Van Cleef & Arpels. Two senior store officers pleaded guilty to operating a scheme in which customers with out-of-state addresses could have their purchases recorded as being mailed to them.

Mrs. Helmsley, who had received a grant of immunity, could not be charged.

In 1987, a series of articles, based on information from a disgruntled employee, was published in The New York Post. The next year, the Helmsleys were indicted by federal and state authorities on charges that they had evaded more than $4 million in income taxes by fraudulently claiming luxury items for one of their homes as business expenses. The home, Dunnellen Hall in Greenwich, has 28 rooms on 26 acres overlooking Long Island Sound.

In 235 counts in state and federal indictments, the Helmsleys were accused of using money from their hotel and real estate empires to buy a $1 million marble dance floor above a swimming pool, a $210,000 mahogany card table and $500,000 worth of jade objets d’art. Mrs. Helmsley was also charged with defrauding Helmsley stockholders by receiving $83,333 a month in secret consulting fees.

Mr. Helmsley, then 80 and suffering deficiencies in reasoning and memory, was found mentally unfit to stand trial. As Mrs. Helmsley was tried, a series of prosecution witnesses described a spiteful, extravagant, foul-mouthed woman who terrified her underlings. In the most celebrated line of testimony, a former Helmsley housekeeper testified that Mrs. Helmsley had once told her, “Only the little people pay taxes.”

Mrs. Helmsley’s lawyer, Gerald A. Feffer, did not deny the truth of such testimony but told jurors not to hold her personality against her, saying, “I don’t believe Mrs. Helmsley is charged in the indictment with being a bitch.”

Mrs. Helmsley was convicted of evading $1.2 million in federal income taxes but acquitted of scheming to extort kickbacks from contractors and suppliers. Judge John M. Walker Jr. of Federal District Court sentenced a sobbing Mrs. Helmsley to four years in prison and imposed a fine of $7.1 million. She also had to pay some $1.7 million in back taxes.

Mrs. Helmsley began her sentence in 1992 and was freed in 1994 after 18 months in a federal prison in Connecticut, one month in a Midtown Manhattan halfway house and two months confined to her Manhattan penthouse. She was barred from executive involvement in the Helmsley Hotel organization and was supposed to perform 750 hours of community service during the next three years. The sentence was later increased by 150 hours when a federal judge determined that employees had performed some of her service.

They had not done it out of kindness. Mrs. Helmsley had difficulties getting along with her employees for most of her career.


In 2001, she settled a lawsuit out of court with an employee who claimed that Mrs. Helmsley had wrongfully fired him after learning he was gay. In 2003, another employee won a jury award of $11.2 million after alleging he was also wrongfully fired because he was gay. The award was subsequently reduced to $554,000, after which Mrs. Helmsley settled for an undisclosed amount.

For many Americans, Mrs. Helmsley was a symbol of an unbridled arrogance and philosophy of entitlement during the 1980s. She was the subject of a 1990 television film, “Leona Helmsley: The Queen of Mean” with Suzanne Pleshette in the title role; and at least three books, “The Queen of Mean,” by Ransdell Pierson; “Palace Coup,” by Michael Moss; and “The Helmsleys: the Rise and Fall of Harry and Leona” by Richard Hammer.

She was born Leona Mindy Rosenthal, the third child of Ida and Morris Rosenthal, on July 4, 1920, in rural Ulster County, New York. Her father was a hat maker.

The family moved to Brooklyn, where she grew up. She was, for a time, a teenage model. Soon after high school, she had her name legally changed to Leona Roberts.

Her first marriage, to Leo E. Panzirer, a lawyer, ended in 1952 after 11 years. The couple had a child, Jay Robert Panzirer. He died in 1982.

Mrs. Helmsley is survived by her brother, Alvin Rosenthal; four grandchildren; and 12 great-grandchildren.

In 1953 she married Joe Lubin, an executive in his parents’ dyeing and finishing company. That marriage, which she seldom mentioned, lasted seven years.

By the 1960s she had a successful career selling luxury cooperative apartments on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. By 1969 she had become a vice president of Pease & Elliman, a real estate company. She later became president of the its cooperative division, Sutton & Towne Residential.

She told The New York Times that she met Mr. Helmsley when he “heard of my reputation and he told one of his executives ‘whoever she is, get her.’ ” Colleagues remembered the circumstances differently. One recalled being asked to point out Mr. Helmsley at a real estate industry dance, and watching as the future Mrs. Helmsley made a beeline for him and danced with him the rest of the evening. However they met, within weeks she was offered an executive position as director of cooperative sales at Brown, Harris, Stevens, a Helmsley subsidiary.

In April 1972, Leona Mindy Roberts married Harry Helmsley, after his divorce from Eve Helmsley, whom he had married in 1938.

Immediately after the marriage, Mrs. Helmsley began redecorating his Park Lane Hotel penthouse, a 10,000-square-foot duplex with a swimming pool and a terrace with a four-way view of Manhattan. It was the site of an annual “I’m Just Wild About Harry” party, with several hundred prominent guests.

The couple also commuted by $4 million jet to a penthouse in Palm Beach, Fla. There, in 1973, both Helmsleys were stabbed by an intruder. From then on, they were accompanied by bodyguards.

After the stabbing, Mrs. Helmsley’s son, Jay, flew to her side after a five-year estrangement and Mrs. Helmsley made him an executive of a Helmsley subsidiary. Soon after he died, at the age of 40, Mrs. Helmsley demanded that his estate repay a $100,000 loan and ordered his third wife and his teenage son from a previous marriage to vacate their home, saying that it belonged to the Helmsley organization.

Among the charitable contributions the Helmsleys made was a $10 million gift toward a new $117 million hospital in Greenwich. In 1986, the couple donated $33 million to what became the Helmsley Medical Tower at the NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital/Weill Cornell Medical Center in Manhattan.

Even after her conviction and imprisonment, Mrs. Helmsley was not a stranger in the courts. In 1996, a New York State Supreme Court justice ordered her to pay $1.5 million to the chief financial officer of the Helmsley enterprises, who was fired by Mrs. Helmsley while she was in prison.

And in May of that year, Harry Helmsley’s two top associates at Helmsley-Spear, Alvin Schwartz and Irving Schneider, filed a lawsuit against the Helmsleys, accusing Leona Helmsley of stripping the realty company of its assets and essentially rendering it insolvent to avoid paying millions of dollars it owed them.

They said that Mr. Helmsley had granted them an option in 1970 to buy the firm upon his death. If they chose not to, they would receive a cash payment of $10 million each.

Mrs. Helmsley denied the charges. The suit was settled in late 1997, with Mrs. Helmsley selling Helmsley-Spear to the two men.

It is doubtful that Mr. Helmsley was aware of his wife’s business dealings for many years. His memory virtually gone after a series of strokes, he spent most of his declining years in Paradise Valley, Ariz.

In 1998, Mrs. Helmsley made a triumphant return to the real estate industry’s annual dinner. Around that time, she sold much of her property empire in a booming market.

Correction: August 22, 2007

An obituary yesterday about Leona Helmsley, the widow of the real estate magnate Harry Helmsley, misstated the title of a book about them by Richard Hammer. It is “The Helmsleys: The Rise and Fall of Harry and Leona,” not “Unreal Estate: the Rise and Fall of Harry & Leona Helmsley,” which was one of the prepublication titles.

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eM.:(
 
Two women who married into greater wealth,dying within a very short time of the other.Brooke Astor,the epitome of class and noblesse oblige.Her only problems came from her selfish and callous only child,Anthony.One callous and calculating nasty in Leona Helmsley,who seems to have had nary a good word for anyone,let alone have much good said about how she trated people.They both gave generously to charities and causes,but dealt with their wealth,circumstances,and others in diametrically opposite ways....Brooke followed the Golden Rule,Leona believed in the end,gold rules,screw everything and everyone else!
 
She realy was a cunt.

I saw her interviewed on the Joan Rivers show and she was such an obnoxious bitch, whining that she was being persecuted and how hard done by she was.

Sorry, but although most rich peopel get away with that crap, it doesn't mean they all do.
 
Well, to loosely quote George Harrison, some people 'gain the world and lose their souls' and I think she was a prime example of that.

I'm surrounded by that in Sarasota.

I'm sure WeHo is no different.
 
Who can ever forget that "snarl/smile" of hers; supposedly a face-lift-gone-wrong that caused this sneer/snarl of hers...
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It seems that the "Queen of Mean" gave millions and millions of dollars to charity (a write-off of course)and it seemed she thought well of her charitable causes...

Hey, it would NOT surprise me that maybe the Ms Mean would give ALL her money to charity as did the other Queen of mean, Joan Crawford!!! lol(*8*)(*8*):kiss::kiss:
 
I always have a certain suspicion for those who speak ill of the dead.......
 
sic transit gloria mundi
 
I worked for her for nearly 5 years. :cry: Kind of a record for her. But I've got to say that a lot of the terrible things she was accused of were blown way out of proportion. That is not to say that there weren't even more things she did that weren't even worse! :eek:

But remember a lot of this stuff is made up to create an evil legend. He primary competitor in NYC is/was Donald Trump. Trust me, he is no better and probably the creator of some of this evil legend.

Please do not get me wrong. She was probably the meanest and cruelest person I have ever met. :twisted: We called her The Dragon Lady. But like everyone else in the real world, she was not one dimensional. She was also quite kind and thoughtful on her terms. She was a prolific letter writer in the gracious old-school way. She sent encouragement and thanks with the same ferocious passion that she'd use to tear someone a new asshole.

After hearing that my father had stayed at one of her lesser properties in Alabama, he randomly got a letter from her telling him how grateful she was to have me as part of her team. I'm telling you this good-hearted rant went on with details and events that I never even suspected she knew. And this was her round about way of thanking me. She was the essence of pure evil in business, but she was also very gracious in controlled measure.

That said, if anyone wants to hear about some of the meanest shit she ever did, just ask. I sure got an eyeful i. And it might be quite a mental release to share.
 
well then JR,...share. Enquiring minds want to know....:)

Where to begin. I must have a dozen of them. We'll start with a warm up.

The tale of the Personal Dresser.

For nearly 20 years, Leona had the same person in her employ to get out her clothes, help bathe her and dress her. Leona was off to her Greenwich estate for the day leaving the dresser blissfully unoccupied for the day at her penthouse in the Park Lane Hotel.

On this one particular summer day, bored to tears, the dresser slipped into the pool towering high above Central Park. She had no idea that the woman she had fed, washed and dressed for 20 years had taken a helicopter back to the city. Leona caught her in the act. Commanded her out. Fired her at once. Had the pool drained, scrubbed and refilled.
 
Here's a good one:

The Tale of Baa Baa, Blacky and Bo Peep.

Once upon a time, Leona learned that she was going to be on 60 Minutes. So she dolled up her Greenwich Manse/Castle to make an especially good impression. The MASSIVE garden was in the British style with rolling hills, ponds, a few swans...very pastoral. To complete the image, she decided to acquire a few pet sheep.

A few weeks before the show, they made their debut at the manse. A friend/co-worker had an appointment to see her and he made a point of telling her how wonderfully authentic they were. She gushed and told him their names and even went out and pet one on his little sheep head. It was an oddly normal moment, all things considered.

Ultimately, the 60 Minutes filming takes place. The New York office scenes go well. The Penthouse scenes go well, and now it is time for her manse. Morley, the interviewer is quite impressed by the unexpected pastoral scene before him and comments on the sheep. He asks if they are pets and Leona squawks, "Oh yes they're my little pets. Would you like to meet them?"

And with a nasty voice that was commonly used to summon staff, she bellowed, "Baa-Baa! Blacky! Come Heeere!" And with that they ran over the hill away from her. (GASP! on camera!) Morley laughs and comments, "Well, it looks like not all of your subjects come when you call." Leona smirked pretending that she was semi-amused.

When the entire ordeal was over and aired, we all got to heave a sigh of relief. But it was back to regular business after that. So my friend/co-worker shows up for his regular Tuesday Morning meeting. He sat with Leona in a breakfast area off the large commercial-type kitchen to have coffee before business resumed. Looking out the window he commented that he didn't see Baa-Baa this morning. And she replied, "You want to see those #*%@ disobedient sheep?!! I'll show you the sheep! Here are the fucking sheep!"

With that she threw open the door to the meat freezer where two butchered sheep were hanging from hooks. "There's Baa-Baa and Bo Peep! We had Blacky last night for dinner and he was delicious." That'll teach them for not listening when I call!"

:eek:
 
I saw her interviewed on the Joan Rivers show and she was such an obnoxious bitch, whining that she was being persecuted and how hard done by she was.

Was the Leona or Joan whining? They sound like a prefect match.

I met Leona and her husband when the purchased the hotel I worked at while in high school. They seemed nice enough at the time, but I didn't see their bad side.
 
To say the obvious, vast wealth and power turns many people into monsters, if for no other reason than that they have no balancing elements to their own egos.

I always saw her as just another social climbing hooker. Two a penny here in LA. She really made that pussy work for her.

Not that that's a bad thing. I'm not talking ill of the dead.
 
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