LUXURY SHAME
By Michael Levine


So much in life is a measure of timing. Knowing what to do is often

secondary to knowing the right time to do it. Such is the case of

Candy Spelling grandly offering up “The Spelling Manor” of Holmby

Hills for sale for $150 million in our severely depressed economy. Of

course, it is her prerogative to do with her own home whatever she

wishes. It’s a big spread, and I’ve no doubt that with all its perks

and privies, it’s worth an awful lot of coin.



Somewhere in the world, there’s sure to be someone who wants it, can

afford it and will buy it. Maybe there’s even a “deal” to be had now,

in light of the fact that Mrs. Spelling has a new condo waiting in the

wings. She might need the sale of The Manor to furnish her new pad in

the manner to which she is accustomed. But I doubt this one widow is

strapped. I really do.



The LA Times did a feature story (7/22/08) about her decision to

purchase and custom build a $47 million, two-storey, 16,500 square

foot condo on the 41st and 42nd floors of The Century, a high-rise

under construction on the site of the former St. Regis Hotel in

Century City. It included information about previous purchase offers

she already had received for her 56,500 square foot home, which she

has occupied by herself since the 2006 death of her husband, TV mogul

Aaron Spelling. In that article, according to her lawyer, one

prospect promised “nine figures and change plus a jet. Now she will

have to start listening to the offers.”



Listening? What about listening to the pain of America? Good people

are losing their homes, families go to sleep hungry at night – yes,

here, in America — and when it comes to taking care of our own back

yards, it seems some people are more concerned about perennials and

peonies than people. The “bank” in many food banks has run out of

dough. Flaunting personal wealth right now couldn’t be in poorer

taste. Homeless shelters cannot accommodate the number of people

requesting refuge. We haven’t seen financial distress and emotional

upheaval like this in decades.



If there’s a “luxury tax” imposed on the purchase of such items as

yachts, then surely there should be a moral “luxury shame” attached to

the obsequious display of wealth that has surfaced here.



What ever happened to the maxim “discretion is the better part of

valor?” The former ambassador Lee Annenberg donated, upon her recent

demise, her priceless desert ranch essentially to the nation, as a

sort of “western White House” retreat for our current and future

presidents and state dignitaries. In time, the property is slated to

be open a few days a week for public tours. What a shining example of

philanthropy and goodwill.



Personally, I bear no ill will toward Candy Spelling. She and her

late husband accumulated their vast wealth through hard work and

success in the American system, which I venerate. Nor am I suggesting

that Mrs. Spelling should vacate her residence and turn it into a soup

kitchen, homeless shelter, or donate it for any other noble cause, for

that matter. She’s very much alive, vibrant, and I wish her good

health and long life. It’s her home, and like millions of homeowners

around this country, she’s entitled to try to sell it for “a good

price.”



I would like to have an offer of nine figures plus change and a jet

for anything at any time. Even if it was a “low” nine figures. In

this case, that sum will still more than cover the $47 million price

tag of Spelling’s next elevated nest. Her lifestyle, albeit over the

top of the very top, is her choice. She can apparently afford it, and

God bless her for employing as many people as she must to maintain

that lifestyle.



But as a 25-year veteran of public relations, it’s my opinion that

Mrs. Spelling ought to consider some immediate, highly visible and

sincere community service right now to offset the luxury shame that is

all hers for flaunting her exceptional good fortune in the midst of so

much undeserved public misery.