Notebook

Some people who would have loved to see this day: Mom and her brothers, all of them. South Side Irish, acutely aware that there was something wrong in the racial situation around them and all determined to a greater or lesser extent to do something about it. Bill — Bill Hogan — gave his life to the cause, Mom found a purpose in the civil rights struggle at moments when her own life was nearly unbearably difficult, and the rest gave what they could. They would be thrilled today. And one other person I'm thinking about: my mentor and our old family friend Max McCrohon. He would have loved this, too.

Dueling ministers: Rick Warren, the Southern California evangelical who gave the inaugural invocation, cut right to the heart of what makes my skin crawl about conservative Christians. His first words: "Almighty God, our father, everything we see and everything we can’t see exists because of you alone." I guess if you're in the god business, that's the position you've got to take. And Warren himself, may the fairy sprites and trickster spirits of the world bless him, talks about the need to build bridges rather than walls with faith. But this particular brand of straight-laced "our way is The Way" preaching, this sort of Christian certainty, bespeaks an openness that's only open as long as you embrace it. Much more to my taste was the Rev. Joseph Lowery's benediction, which began with lyrics from the hymn "Lift Every Voice and Sing" [not "Lift Every Voice and Thing," as I earlier wrote] and ended:

"Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right. That all those who do justice and love mercy say Amen. Say Amen. And Amen."

More later, maybe.

Nellie Bly and Me

Here’s the book I was contributing to in late 2007 and through May 2008: “Irish American Chronicle.” (Me, I would have called it “The Irish American Chronicle”; but I’m hung up on articles, I guess.)

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Anyway, UPS deposited a heavy box on the porch on Friday. Part of my payment, in addition to a writing credit and that old standby, cash, was nine copies of the book. It’s a coffee table number, and definitely in the popular/pictorial history vein.

I could go into my many quibbles with this kind of book, starting with the suspicions stirred upon encountering a foreword by the noted scholar Maureen O’Hara. But I won’t. It was a nice surprise to get the book, which I’d long ago stopped thinking about. For the most part, it’s well written and edited. I got a chance to research and write about a lot of fascinating subjects: Nellie Bly, for instance, who was both a pioneering (Irish-American) journalist and inventor of the 55-gallon oil drum (check out this article — a PDF file — from the American Oil & Gas Historical Society).

Besides, the book’s got lots of nice pictures. Now I have an entry in the Library of Congress database. And eight books to give away.

Guest Observation: Russell Banks

From “Cloudsplitter” (I’ve been reading this for what seems like months. Beautiful prose, and an amazing story — though it really is the first time that I’ve ever encountered the details of John Brown’s story.):

When we reached the road, without a glance or a thought one way or the other, I turned southwest instead of northeast, and Fred followed. cloudsplitter.png

For a few moments, we walked along in silence. “Where’re we going?” Fred finally asked.

“Well, to Kansas, I guess.”

A quarter of a mile further on, he spoke again. “Father wants us to go to the farm in North Elba. That’s what you told me, Owen.”

“Yes. But we’re needed more in Kansas.”

There was a long silence as he pondered this. Finally, “Why?”

“To fight slavery there.”

More silence. Then, “Doing the Lord’s work?”

“Right.”

“Good. That’s real good.”

“Yep.”

A little further down the road, he said, “But what about Father? He won’t like this, Owen.”

“Maybe not, at least at first. But don’t worry, he’ll come along soon to Kansas himself. He won’t let you and me and the boys do the Lord’s work, while he stays out east … . Anyhow, John says there”s going to be shooting in Kansas before long. That’ll bring the Old Man on. He hates it when he can’t give us the order to fire,” I said, and laughed, and he laughed with me.

So on we went, walking and sometimes hitching rides on wagons, barges, canal boats, moving slowly west and south into the territory of Kansas–a one-armed man and a gelded man, two wounded, penniless, motherless brothers marching off to do the Lord’s work in the war against slavery. In this wide world there was nothing better for us to do, except to stay home and to take care of the place and the women, which neither of us wanted to do and neither could do properly, either. We had to be good for something, though: we were sons of John Brown, and we had learned early in our lives that we did not deserve to live otherwise. So we were going off to Kansas to be good at killing. Our specialty would be killing men who wished to own other men.

Odious, Ludicrous, and Legal

A friend points out a piece in yesterday’s edition of The New York Times Magazine. It’s the annual “The Lives They Lived” issue marking the passage of remarkable people. The story to which I was directed is titled, “Mildred.” It’s the story of Mildred and Richard Loving, the black woman and white man whose marriage in the late 1950s led the U.S. Supreme Court to strike down state laws that prohibited interracial marriage.

Of course, one reason the remembrance of Mildred Loving strikes with particular poignancy is its appearance in the midst of the battle over gay marriage. Sure enough, the story touches on that fact, explaining that late in her life, activists approached Mildred Loving (her husband died decades ago) to see if she would endorse the gay-marriage cause. The story recounts:

“ ‘I just don’t know,” Loving told them. She hadn’t given it much thought. She listened sympathetically, a worn Bible on her end table, as the group’s founder, the furniture entrepreneur Mitchell Gold, told her of his own struggles as a teenager to accept that society would never let him marry someone he loved. She was undecided when the group left a few hours later, but told Ashley Etienne, a young woman who consulted for the group, that they could continue to chat about the subject over the phone.”

Eventually, Loving did make a statement. She wrote, in part: “Not a day goes by that I don’t think of Richard and our love, our right to marry, and how much it meant to me to have that freedom to marry the person precious to me, even if others thought he was the ‘wrong kind of person’ for me to marry. I believe that all Americans, no matter their race, no matter their sex, no matter their sexual orientation, should have that same freedom to marry. Government has no business imposing some people’s religious beliefs over others. Especially if it denies people’s civil rights.”

She mentions “religious beliefs,” which also play such a big part in the fight over gay marriage. Why? To get a hint, it’s helpful to take a look at the U.S. Supreme Court’s decision in Loving v. Virginia. In summarizing the facts, Chief Justice Earl Warren noted the trial court’s sentence against the Lovings for violating Virginia’s laws against race-mixing–a year in jail suspended on condition the Lovings not visit Virginia together for 25 years–and quoted Judge Leon M. Bazile’s opinion in the case:

“Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.”

Mind you, that’s a statement from the bench, not from the pulpit (though based on this, I’m guessing the judge, who served 24 years in his circuit court seat, didn’t make too fine a distinction between one and the other.) Lest one think we’re dealing with a rogue jurist with some fringe, antique beliefs, consider the Virginia Supreme Court of Appeals’ explanation of why it was ruling against the Lovings: “the State’s legitimate purposes were ‘to preserve the racial integrity of its citizens,’ and to prevent ‘the corruption of blood,’ ‘a mongrel breed of citizens,’ and ‘the obliteration of racial pride.’ ” The religious language has been replaced by what the plaintiffs’ attorneys called “ludicrous” arguments in support of “odious” laws that had just one object: white supremacy. (Audio of the oral arguments, all two hours and 15 minutes’ worth, is at Oyez.org.)

“Odious” and “ludicrous,” yes. They were also the law in Virginia and 15 other states at the time Loving was argued. The United States was still emerging — not in some ancient time filled with Civil War battle smoke, but within many of our own lifetimes — from a regime in which is was thought proper for the state to subject part of its population to systematic humiliation, to rob citizens of their dignity by erecting daily reminders of their legal inferiority and otherness.

That brings me to Proposition 8 and all the other campaigns to “safeguard traditional marriage.” At bottom, they come back to the same effort to impose a certain religious and cultural viewpoint and to maintain a sense of superiority among one group — we straights, who are free to enjoy the privileges and rights attendant to marriage — over the other and to maintain the distinctions between the privileged and the other. The Prop. 8 proponents teach that God’s law proscribes marriage between members of the same sex; what’s more, if the alleged divine injunction is ignored, the collapse of society looms.

Perhaps the most impressive words in Earl Warren’s opinion in Loving v. Virginia are the final ones: “These convictions must be reversed,” he wrote. “It is so ordered.”

If only prejudice were so easily abolished.

Dueling Seals

The U.S. Department of Justice sent the last governor of Illinois, George Ryan, to prison. And now it’s making a case against the incumbent, Rod Blagojevich. The department might consider opening an office in the governor’s suite from now on.

Anyway, in reading Blagojevich’s official governor’s page and in visiting the website of the U.S. Attorney for the Northern District of Illinois, I noted the striking similarity between the official seals of the sovereign state and the federal department (click for larger images).

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Well, the left-facing eagles, the shields of Union, and the olive branches are the same, anyway. For what it’s worth, the Justice Department seal apparently predates the current version of the Illinois seal by about 20 years. The histories are here:

Seal of the State of Illinois

DOJ Seal: History and Motto

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Your Illinois Governors: Felony Update

With the news that Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich is under arrest for influence peddling, it’s time to freshen my list of recent Illinois governors whose legal trouble reached felony level. As I said five years ago, when George Ryan, the last Illinois governor, was indicted on federal corrupion charges, Prairie State governors have racked up quite a record over the past half-century:

William G. Stratton (in office 1953-61): Indicted (1964) for income-tax evasion (acquitted).

Otto Kerner (1961-68): Indicted (1971) and convicted (bribery and other charges).

Sam Shapiro (1968-69): Never charged with anything, but then he only had eight months in office.

Richard Ogilvie (1969-73): Clean, so far as we know. Probably why he only served one term.

Dan Walker (1973-77): Indicted (1987) in his post-politics career as an S&L thief. Pled guilty.

Jim Thompson (1977-91): His career was about indicting other people, for a change.

Jim Edgar (1991-99): No dirt so far.

George Ryan (1999-2003): Indicted (2003) and convicted on federal corruption charges.

Rod Blagojevich (2003-present): Arrested (at home at 6:15 this morning) for influence peddling, including an alleged conspiracy to sell Barack Obama’s Senate seat. For a glimpse at government at its very best, it’s worth reading the press release from the U.S. Attorney for the Northern District of Illinois. It’s a 12-page PDF. Among the highlights: “In a conversation … on November 11, the charges state, Blagojevich said he knew that the President-elect wanted Senate Candidate 1 for the open seat but “they’re not willing to give me anything except appreciation. [Expletive] them.”

[Update: As U.S. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald just explained in his press conference in Chicago, Blagojevich has not been indicted; he was arrested pursuant to a two-count complaint: count one charges him and his chief of staff with conspiracy to defraud the state of their honest services; count two charges them with a scheme to get at least one editorial writer at the Chicago Tribune fired. The full 78-page complaint, in PDF form, is available here: United States of America v. Rod R. Blagojevich and John Harris.]

Score:

Nine governors.

Four indicted; one under arrest; four unindicted.

Three convicted.

One acquitted.

One with charges pending.

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‘Personal Regret, Bitter Sorrow’

Doing a little research on presidential inaugurations, I came across this, the first sentence in the inaugural address delivered by Franklin Pierce on March 4, 1853:

“My Countrymen: It is a relief to feel that no heart but my own can know the personal regret and bitter sorrow over which I have been borne to a position so suitable for others rather than desirable for myself.”

I haven’t canvassed all 55 inaugural speeches, but I don’t think you’ll find one more reluctant-sounding than that. There was a reason, however, beyond the assumption of office in a nation that was unraveling toward Civil War (in his 3,000-word speech, delivered from memory, Pierce seemed satisfied that the Union had weathered the controversy over slavery).

Two months before taking the oath of office, Pierce and his wife, Jane, were passengers on a train heading north from Boston with their 11-year-old son Benjamin. It was a short train, consisting of a single passenger car and a baggage car in addition to the locomotive, and the temperature outside was around zero. About 20 miles north of Boston, the car carrying Pierce’s family, and many other passengers, derailed. Here’s how the January 7, 1853, New York Times described the scene in one of several dispatches:

Boston, Thursday, Jan. 6–10 P.M.

By a special train just returned from Andover, we learn that General Pierce was uninjured, except some sprains and bruises. Mrs. Pierce also escaped serious bodily harm, but is almost frantic at the loss of her son. The poor boy’s head was nearly smashed to a jelly.”

Two weeks after her son perished, Jane Pierce wrote a letter to him; it’s one of the manuscripts that appeared in a New Hampshire Historical Society exhibition on Franklin Pierce. She wrote, “I know not how to go on without you.”

In mid-February, President-elect Pierce was obliged to begin his journey from his home in New Hampshire to Washington, D.C., to begin his term. It must have been a somber trip. Before Pierce got to New York City, his personal secretary sent word that the president-elect was not to be disturbed. As the Times reported on February 17, Pierce appeared to be “much fatigued” upon reaching the city and “did not wish any public demonstration in the way of a reception, or being compelled to receive the visits of persons at his rooms [in the Astor House hotel]. He expressed himself in plain terms on this subject, and said if his desire was not complied with he should take the first train South.” A club of New York Democrats nonetheless drafted a resolution of support for the new president in which they noted his “recent melancholy affliction.”

Pierce isn’t one of those figures you learn much about–no: learn anything about–in the ordinary course on American history. Aside from his son’s violent death, a tragedy that he and his wife seem to have endured but never gotten over, his term in office was troubled, too. Among other episodes, he presided over the harrowing events of May 1856, including the attack by pro-slavery guerrillas on Lawrence, Kansas, John Brown’s bloody adventures in the same territory, and the brutal beating of Massachusetts Senator Charles Sumner by a South Carolina congressman on the Senate floor. Pierce’s performance was such that the Democrats ditched him, their incumbent president, in favor of James Buchanan.

Holiday Gift-Buying Guide and Presidential Memento Treasure Chest

Vanburen

Today is just another day, unless you happen to be a “President Martin Van Buren admirer.” Fans of the eighth president convened today in Kinderhook, New York, his hometown, for the U.S. Mint’s unveiling of the handsome and valuable $1 Martin Van Buren commemorative coin (good for all debts, public and private, unless incurred in a vending-machine environment). Van Buren is a long-ago-deceased chief executive whose legacy is often associated with lack of stature–he was our second-shortest president . But his other accomplishments must be remembered. Among them is co-creator credit for the Panic of 1837. In fact, he might be looked on fondly as being one of the few presidents more economically inept than the current resident of the White House.

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Dwell not, though, on hard times. The holidays are near, and someone close to you might want a single Van Buren buck, a roll of them, or a whole sack. Hurry! you can get a 25-dollar roll for $35.95 and a 250-dollar sack for $319.95! Or if you want just a single handsome Van Buren proof dollar in a stunning Van Buren proof dollar folder (pictured above left), that’ll run you $5.95. It’s a chance to buy a piece of history, grab on to a conversation piece, and sock away cash for your Emergency Gruel Fund — all in one.

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And if you’re wallowing in this year’s hedge-fund profits — among the top pastimes of this site’s readers — you can secure the “2008 First Spouse Series Half-Ounce Gold Proof Coin: Van Buren’s Liberty” for only $549.95. If you’re on the fence about this purchase, consider: “The reverse … depicts Martin Van Buren as a young man at the family-operated tavern in the village of Kinderhook.”

Today’s Time Waster

I took an online survey, which got me to thinking about whether it would be hard to come up with something like that myself. So I went to a site and cooked up … well, not a survey, but a quiz on the vice presidents. Have fun (and give me some feedback):

Know Your Veeps

[Later: OK — one thing is clearly deficient in this approach, and I'm surprised I didn't see it before I posted the quiz: there is no immediate feedback about the right answers or the quiz taker's score. Apparently, the service I'm using — SurveyMonkey — doesn't offer those options. So to partly compensate for that, I'll put the correct answers after the jump on this page. Later, I'll post the results. ]

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