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I remember when Tom Bradley was the Democratic nominee for governor out in California, and when he lost, everyone said that California had proven itself racist, or at least not “mature” enough to elect a black man.
And, of course, Virginia was “tested,” everyone said, when Doug Wilder was the Dem nominee there. It “passed.” Now we have Carl McCall in New York — he’ll almost certainly beat the Cuomo kid for the nomination, despite the fact that his running-mate has been revealed to have two illegitimate children — and what did we learn from E. J. Dionne, the Washington Post columnist? He wrote, “Anthony Weiner, a congressman who represents parts of Queens and Brooklyn, described McCall as ‘exactly the kind’ of black politician that moderate white voters have always claimed to be looking for.” I loved that “always claimed to be looking for.” But then, there’s a caveat to what I said above: about “huge pressure” on an electorate when there’s a black nominee. This does not — emphatically not — apply when the nominee is a Republican, or any kind of conservative. When we had Bill Lucas in Michigan — he was our gubernatorial nominee — the press and everyone else killed him, and no one said how important or how cool it would be to elect a black governor, even though this would have made him the First Black Governor Since Reconstruction. That’s the refrain we heard constantly when Wilder was running: He’d be the First Black Governor Since Reconstruction. No, Michigan wasn’t said to be undergoing some kind of test. It was just a Democratic nominee and a Republican nominee, nothin’ special — and the Democrat whomped the Republican. To see Americans as Americans, and people as people — that’s the dream (or even Dream, if you’re in love with that MLK-ish capital letter).
And, by the way, West’s attack on McCall is almost enough to induce me to vote for him. George Pataki is a well-known liberal (or something) anyway. Been a while since I pulled a Democratic lever. John Silber over William Weld in Massachusetts: That was fun.
He was at some environmental forum, and he said, “How many people here believe that the earth is increasingly polluted and that our natural resources are being exhausted?” Naturally, every hand shot up. He said, “Is there any evidence that could dissuade you?” Nothing. Again: “Is there any evidence I could give you — anything at all — that would lead you to reconsider these assumptions?” Not a stir. Simon then said, “Well, excuse me, I’m not dressed for church.” I love that story, for what it says about the fixity of these beliefs, immune to evidence, reason, or anything else. It reminds me of an experience that I’ve had with left-liberals about taxation. Now, you and I know that, in history, if you’ve cut tax rates, you’ve increased revenue to the government. But left-liberals, of course, don’t accept that. So I’ve played a little game with them. “Suppose,” I say, “that you were presented with irrefutable evidence that if you cut tax rates, revenue to the government would increase.” They always balk, and I say, “No, really. I know you think this is nonsense. But just humor me. If you knew for sure that cutting tax rates would increase revenue to the government — for social programs, whatever — would you do it?” And they say — many of them — no. Beautiful. I take this as proof positive that what they’re really interested in is punishment: taxation as punishment, for wealth-creation, innovation, enterprise, luck, and so on. They favor higher tax rates for moral reasons, if you will. They favor those tax rates as sanctions, not for the money they might bring in. And it’s funny how many, when pressed, will admit it.
So I shuddered a little when I saw that Jane Mayer’d written them up for a “Talk of the Town” item in The New Yorker. I was right (to shudder, that is). The brothers have gone on a crusade against SUVs, hoping to rid them from society. (The SUV debate has been voluminously written about by conservatives, as well as by others; I’ll skip over.) The brothers have enlisted Stonybrook Farm yogurt in this national boycott effort. Apparently, Stonybrook Farm is one of those companies like Ben & Jerry’s or Benetton. Click and Clack may wish to know that they’ve already had an effect on the market (their avowed goal): From now on, it’s Dannon’s only for me. It seems that the brothers hate bigness. One of them told Mayer, “I went into a movie theater the other day and made the mistake of saying yes when the guy behind the counter said, ‘You want the large soda?’ This guy gave me — it have must been two gallons. . . . Two gallons of Coca-Cola! I mean, I was peeing all night!” Well, guess what, baby love? You didn’t have to drink it. And you don’t have to buy, or ride in, an SUV. I wonder, for the millionth time, why it is that the only choice so many people are willing to allow is that to abort a child.
Well, two days ago, I’m at the golf range — Manhattan’s only one — and I come face to face with Renée Richards, the man/woman who was one of the most famous people in the country for a year or so. She was a professional tennis player who changed her sex (from man to woman). “Dr. Renée Richards,” she was. I’m sure it was the first I had ever heard of transsexualism. One great controversy was whether she’d be allowed to play on the women’s tour (I believe she was). Anyway, she was a momentous cultural figure, and she was standing right in front of me. I have one thing to say about her, and you’ll think this is amazingly silly, or colossally prosaic: She looked exactly like a man who had had an operation to change himself into a woman. Just as she should have looked. I mean, if you took a time-traveler from the 1600s — or 200s or 1800s or whatever — and showed him Renée Richards, he’d scratch his head for a minute and say, “That looks just like a man who somehow had himself changed into a woman.” Now I, Master of the Obvious, will conclude this item.
My respondents, as a group, didn’t help much, because they are all over the map. Some said: Yes, it’s a Texas thing. Heard it all my life. Others said, “Nope, lived in Texas all my life — in the following various cities — and never once heard it. Got to be a Bush thing.” Others said they’d heard it in the South, or the Midwest. I only know it from W. While we’re on the subject, a Texan sent in a couple of phrases that he identified as Texasisms, or at least found in that great state: “might oughtta” for “should” (“We might oughtta pick up a bottle of wine on the way to the dinner party”). That reminds me a little of a cherished phrase of my mother-in-law’s (a West Virginian): “Here’s what let’s do.” Similarly, I had a friend from Georgia who said, “I don’t hit it that far anymore. [This is golf.] I used to could hit it beyond that trap.” “Used to could” — it sings in my head. My Texas correspondent also shares, “box lunch and beer,” meaning “a great distance”: “It’s a box lunch and beer from here.” (Sorry to have golf on the mind, but this reminds me a little of, “He lives only about a 4-iron from her.”) Well, even though W.’s a politician — and we know what they’re supposed to be like, uniformly (it’s not true) — I take him for his word.
“A blurb on the back of the Dallas Morning News’s Texas Living section caught my eye on Monday. It was about an article from the AARP magazine Modern Maturity describing how young folks (aged 20-30) think certain older folks are ‘Eldercool.’ The name blaring from the page? Fidel Castro. “I went to [Modern Maturity’s] website to read the entire article, and found this abhorrent tripe: “‘And yet, a handful of vintage TV stars, well-preserved legends, hard-living music artists, and assorted has-beens, survivors, and elder statesmen seem to have gained a mysterious new cachet. Any way you look at it, it’s a motley crew: Cuban strongman Fidel Castro, heavyweight champ Muhammad Ali, and starship captain William Shatner are members of the club (though you may have a hard time finding a young person who idolizes all three). Former president Jimmy Carter has a bit of Eldercool in him, but then so does former Batman Adam West.’ “. . . I find it disgusting that an entire generation of Americans think a Communist brute is anything above utterly repugnant and long overdue to plunge into the pits of hell. [Say it straight, brother.] “This same article, by the way, described Noam Chomsky as a libertarian.” Beautiful. As for Castro, this isn’t as bad as CNN’s featuring his office in its “Cool Digs” segment. Wouldn’t it be nice if the network visited some of his political prisoners’ not so “cool digs”?
And there you have the American leftist line, in a nutshell: that Fidel is a wonderful socialist provider — everyone is materially happy and satisfied — but only denies the people “freedom of expression.” It’s true that he denies freedom of expression — but that, if I may — journalist and lover of the First Amendment that I am — is the least of it. Really, the least of it. They’re not risking their lives on rafts in dangerous seas because they want to write op-ed pieces and draw satirical cartoons. Believe me.
“The school is being renovated. Scaffolding necessitates a sidewalk detour. The sign, bearing the Chicago Public Schools logo, reads: ‘Chicago Public Schools: We’re Sorry for the Inconvenience.’ I think that sums it up perfectly.” I told you recently that “Implement Beck!” is my all-time favorite right-wing rallying cry. Well, certain favorite — indeed, totemic — statistics, I keep in my head. Remember how, about a decade ago, all of us pushing for education reform recited that “43 percent of Chicago public-school teachers send their own kids to private schools”? I loved that statistic, and line. They weren’t subjecting their own kids to the kind of education they knew better than anybody. Wonder what the percentage is now. |
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ere’s an old theme, but let me play it once more: When a black candidate
is a major-party nominee, there’s huge pressure on that electorate
to elect that candidate, lest it be accused of racism.
About
that Democratic primary in New York: Cornel West, the Harvard-Princeton
philosopher/hustler/Sharpton booster, is supporting Cuomo over McCall,
damning the latter as “a timid brother,” “a hesitant brother.”
Thus does West come close to calling McCall a Tom. Seems to me that someone
so fearless as West ought to say it outright.
