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The task of going to law schools and recruiting prospective lawyers fell to Wright and Nelson. Lewis would send his young recruiters out with explicit marching orders, “Look, when you go into those interviews, you are going to see a lot of drek. Get rid of it! I do not want to talk to anybody that you don’t think can cut it. If you don’t think they can cut it, I definitely won’t think they can cut it. And I don’t want any distinctions made between minority students and nonminority students, except that if you see a minority student who’s really excellent, I want to talk to her or him.”

Full-time lawyers and even summer interns had to be able to hit the ground running at Lewis & Clarkson, because Lewis made a habit of giving them tremendous responsibility right off the bat.

Clarkson was thrown into a multimillion dollar MESBIC closing his first day, while Nelson worked on a $30-million hotel loan transaction on her second day. Lewis didn’t have the luxury of bringing a new lawyer along slowly like large firms did. So it wasn’t just a matter of Lewis setting unrealistically high standards. He needed people who could, as he was fond of saying, “do the work.”

“This guy basically made me what I am,” says Nelson, who now practices real estate law with a large New York City law firm. “You’re talking about a man that I idolized for years. Pretty much all of the practical skills that I have today, 12 years after I graduated from law school, I got directly from Reg Lewis.”

When he was chairman of Beatrice International, Lewis insisted on implementing a summer intern program for young business and law students. For all his gruffness, he liked to spend time with his interns. He often sat around for hours, discussing the state of the world.

Orlan Johnson, a Howard University law student who interned at Lewis & Clarkson one summer, remembers one evening when Lewis lectured Johnson and two other black students who were going to business school about his concern that too many African-American entrepreneurs were looking to start businesses from scratch, rather than acquiring companies already up and running.

“I’ve never seen a black guy that was so driven to be successful in my life,” Johnson says. “He was a hot-tempered guy and he wanted to get things done. He didn’t like mistakes. ‘How could you make this mistake? You’re an attorney, you’re supposed to be good, that’s why you’re here.’ Whenever there was anything that Reg disagreed with or thought there was problem with, he would get loud.”

As at 30 Broad Street, Lewis liked to interact with his employees away from the workplace. A favorite lunchtime hangout was Fraunces Tavern, a restaurant in the financial district. Lewis had a table at the restaurant and treated his lawyers to lunch there from time to time.

Shortly after Wright and Nelson joined the firm, he also took his entire office staff to Springy Banks, his summer house in East Hampton. Those not staying at the home were put up in a local hotel. Everyone enjoyed a weekend of partying and tennis, and catered meals were served in Lewis’s backyard, including a Sunday brunch.

Around this time, Lewis was involved in a clash with New York City concerning the handling of some real estate he and his wife owned on 10th Avenue. The Lewises wanted to sell the property, which consisted of three apartment buildings. The city maintained that extensive repairs had to be made to the buildings and ordered Lewis to take care of them. Before he could act, the city started proceedings to take over the buildings, blocking their sale. The whole affair made Lewis apoplectic.
Sputtering, “These people are not according me due process,” Lewis fought the lawsuit and it was resolved in his favor.

In the mid-1980s, Lewis had taken to smoking cigars. He picked up the trait while attending a Paris birthday party for a good friend from the Ivory Coast, Dominique Kanga. Lewis saw cigar smoking as very Parisian and
trés continentale
. He and Kanga had a smoking ritual they adhered to without fail when they were in a restaurant. First, a waiter would bring them a humidor from which they would select an expensive Cuban cigar they were partial to, in particular Monte Cristo No. 3. They would then hold the cigar next to an ear and roll it through their fingertips, the sound being an indication of whether the tobacco was brittle, and therefore, not fresh. Then the waiter would clip off one end of the cigar and a long match would be used to set that end aflame. A nice smooth draw on the first try signaled mission accomplished.

In his law office, Lewis had ashtrays on his desk, by the sofas and strategically placed at different corners of his office. Each ashtray would have a partially smoked cigar in it. Lewis had a habit of moving about his office while working on some matter, lighting a cigar and taking a few puffs on it, then moving on to another stogie parked in a different section of his office. Smoking was a pleasure to be enjoyed by the managing partner only, though. Other smokers and their smoking implements, be they pipes or cigarettes, were not welcome or tolerated.

In later years, Lewis would become so fond of Cuban cigars that his staff would go to all kinds of permutations to purchase them and fly them into the United States. One TLC Beatrice executive in Switzerland would even go to the trouble of smuggling several boxes of cigars by car over the border from Switzerland to France and then send the package by courier to Paris where it would be tucked into the luggage of yet another executive on his or her way to New York and a waiting Lewis.

By 1984, more new faces showed up at Lewis & Clarkson and the firm began to have a family flavor to it. Jean Fugett, Jr. started work as an associate. When not absorbing the fine points of corporate law from Clarkson, Fugett would huddle with Lewis in Lewis’s office, deep in conversation. Young Joseph Fugett was also employed as a law librarian.

When it came to Jean, Lewis always felt a sense of ambivalence. On the one hand, he had always admired Jean’s athletic ability and trusted him implicitly in a way he trusted no one else. Lewis also gave a lot of weight to Fugett’s feedback on business and personal matters.

Fugett was an Amherst cum laude graduate who played pro football, first with the Dallas Cowboys and later with the Washington Redskins. While with the Redskins, he worked his way through law school at George Washington University and during the off-season worked as an intern with the
Washington Post
, earning several bylines in the process.

Even so, something about Jean always left Lewis feeling vaguely ambivalent. For one thing, he felt that being a tight end in the National Football League had been to his brother’s detriment. Lewis believed that professional football had brought Jean too much of the good life too fast with too little hard work and dedication. Plus, how could anyone have a properly Calvinistic outlook when they only worked six or so months out of the year?

Whatever Lewis may have thought of his brother Jean, he turned to him again and again over the years. He picked Jean to run the Almet company with Cammer, had the deal gone through; he would later single Jean out to run a radio station in the Caribbean. Then on his deathbed, Lewis would turn to Jean to help run TLC Beatrice International Holdings, Inc.

LEWIS AND THE POLITICIANS

The enduring fascination Lewis had for politics continued at 99 Wall Street. One day he ushered Jesse Jackson into the law firm for a private conversation, causing some of his staffers to nearly fall out of their chairs in surprise.

In 1984, when Jackson made his first run for President, Lewis held a fund-raising dinner for him at Fraunces Tavern. He later invited Jackson to tour the McCall Pattern offices. Lewis would also host fundraisers for a number of African-American politicians including former New York City Mayor David N. Dinkins, as well as another one held for Jackson during his Presidential campaign in 1988.

Among the other African-American politicians Lewis assisted were Virginia Governor Douglas Wilder, Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley,
North Carolina senatorial hopeful Harvey Gant in his losing bid against Senator Jesse Helms, New York Assemblyman Al Vann and two old friends of Lewis’s, New York politicians Basil Patterson, a candidate for Lieutenant Governor of New York and a former deputy mayor of New York, and Percy Sutton, a former Manhattan Borough President.

When Dinkins was mayor he appointed Lewis to his Economic Advisory Council in 1989 and had nominated him to New York’s powerful Municipal Assistance Corporation, which controlled a sizable chunk of the city’s funding, when Lewis died in 1993.

Dinkins would occasionally visit the Lewises at their home in Long Island, where he and Lewis engaged in some spirited tennis duels. Dinkins has a rapier-sharp sense of humor and when it came to the strong-willed Lewis, he would often joke, “You know, one thing about Reg is, success has not changed him—he’s always been an arrogant guy.”

Lewis for his part liked to tell stories of the times when he acted as a speechwriter for Patterson early in his career. At one point in the 1970s, Dinkins and his law partner, Basil Patterson, offered Lewis a partnership in their law firm, an offer Lewis turned down. Dinkins later called this “the smartest move Reg ever made.”

Laurie Nelson used to tell Lewis that politics seemed like a natural challenge for him to tackle next. Lewis would merely flash a gratified smile and say, “I don’t know, I’ve thought about it. We’ve given it some thought.”

Lewis did think about jumping into politics from time to time. He often mulled the pros and cons of taking on Democratic Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan. He would later contemplate running against another New York Senator, Republican Al D’Amato.

Lewis’s ambitions weren’t confined to the Senate.

“If I got into the Senate, well, a few years of making speeches and who knows? Lightning could strike,” Lewis would say. Indeed, David Dreyfuss, Lewis’s video production guru, would later say with regret after Lewis’s death, “There are some of us who thought he could have been President.”

Lewis did make it to the White House, where he dined with Presidents Reagan and Bush during state dinners and business meetings.

CARIBBEAN BASIN BROADCASTING—THE SEARCH FOR ANOTHER DEAL

Meanwhile, the search for another deal went on unabated. Lewis couldn’t get his hands on enough public offering prospectuses. His desk was piled high with them—they even littered the windowsills in his office.

Product, he would call the prospectuses. “I want to see more product,” he would frequently tell investment bankers.

One of his lawyers came into the office at 6
A.M.
one morning to find Lewis already at his desk, plowing through prospectuses. Dutiful student that he was, and still smarting from his failures to acquire Parks Sausage and Almet, Lewis would leave absolutely nothing to chance this time. He’d been telling Clarkson for years that he would reach the pinnacle of capitalistic success by buying companies.

“We had a lot of bull sessions,” Clarkson says. “We’d sit there and talk for hours. Reg was a real dreamer. I always kept saying to myself, ‘God, this guy dreams good!’ They came true, though. He was very clear about the fact that there were businesses that he wanted to acquire and he wanted to basically take control over. He had a sense of what the future could be if he was able to get these things done.”

Most people would have found the prospectuses incredibly tedious reading, but not Lewis. He read them closely, dreaming a little and learning a lot. Each prospectus was like a little history book that told Lewis about the officers of a company, their salaries, their strategic thinking—even about lawsuits filed against a company. Lewis ate all of this up and he liked nothing better than to take a set of prospectuses home to read.

In 1982, he found out that two radio stations in the U.S. Virgin Islands, WCRN-FM in St. Thomas and WSTX-AM in St. Croix, were up for sale. Because of his vacations in the Caribbean with his family, he was relatively familiar with the area and he immediately began to visualize a whole network of Caribbean radio stations that would eventually stretch to Latin America.

Lewis started by trying to get his financing into place. A friend of Lewis’s, Frank Savage, tipped Lewis off to a Washington MESBIC, Broadcast Capital, Inc., that specialized in broadcasting loans for
minorities. Savage was on its board, so Lewis figured getting a loan should be a “slam dunk,” as he was fond of saying. He put together a detailed business plan and traveled to Washington to meet with the head of Broadcast Capital, John Oxendine.

Lewis took his brother, Jean Fugett, Jr., with him. Oxendine immediately had reservations about Lewis’s proposed Virgin Islands venture.

“It was a bit difficult for us to do,” Oxendine says. “It was kind of overseas and not easy to monitor. I think that at that time he was going to buy the stations and have Jean commute back and forth.”

Oxendine was further troubled by the fact that Lewis wouldn’t be a hands-on operator for two financially troubled broadcast properties. He was also concerned that Fugett, who had done some football color commentary for CBS Sports and was putting some money into the deal, had no background in radio management.

Oxendine promised Lewis he would submit Lewis’s request to his board along with proposals for other applicants. However, that arrangement wasn’t quite what Lewis had in mind. He insisted on being able to present his proposal himself, a request Oxendine turned down because it was against procedure.

Lewis acquiesced but, wanting to leave nothing to chance, he personally lobbied each of Broadcast Capital’s board members. He showed up at the front door of one member who lived in Manhattan, Paul van Hook, and proceeded to make the case for his proposal.

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