AL Sharpton, leaning back in his chair at his office in Harlem, is waving his hands and talking excitedly about, of all things, Wm. F. Buckley Jr. “Since I was in high school, one of my greatest dreams—and I have not achieved it—is to debate William Buckley,” Sharpton says. “Buckley would make mincemeat out of people. I used to go and sneak into tapings of his show. I remember one night I was there and he tore Gunnar Myrdal to pieces.”
Sharpton, with a deep, raspy voice, speaks always with the staccato inflections of a preacher. He says he admires Buckley for his rhetorical and writing skills (“I, I’m telling you that by the time I was 16 I read God and the Man at Yale [sic] at least three times.”) But he is on Sharpton’s mind for another reason too. “When I was a kid, Bill Buckley ran for mayor,” he says. “The Goldwater movement that locally Bill Buckley was, you know, on that swing, in many ways, is like Jackson-Sharpton. So, who knows, in ten, fifteen years we’ll decide who’s the outsiders and the mainstream?”





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