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Senator Edward M. Kennedy
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I have nothing of substance to contribute to the assessment of his
career right now but just wanted to add my respect, sympathy, and
sadness. The most impressive and winning aspect of his personality was
the way he kept on going, with good humor, despite defeats and
tragedies of all sorts and vanished ambitions. With his physical bulk
he made me think of some big, proud, beautiful animal -- a bull in the ring with
lances hanging out of its neck, a lion or elephant that has been
tattered or wounded but not brought down. As everyone has noted, his
most impressive and dignified period was after he realized he would
never be president but would still bring campaign-scale passion and
charisma (overused term, but right in this case) to causes he cared about.
I realize to my surprise how vividly I can remember the dramatic moments of his progression through the news. The summer night forty years ago, when I was sitting with college friends in a Northeast Washington backyard when word started circulating that Kennedy, still in his 30s, had been in some kind of traffic accident on Martha's Vineyard. The chilly fall day ten years later, when I was watching TV with friends in DC and saw in real-time astonishment that Kennedy hemmed and hawed but could not answer Roger Mudd's simple question, "Why do you want to be president?" before his run against Jimmy Carter. The unforgettable speech on the floor of the Democratic convention the following summer, when he thundered "The dream will never die!" In the hall you could feel how completely star power had drained from the beleaguered sittingformer* president Carter. (The only
thing I've seen at a convention remotely as electric: Barack Obama's
keynote/debut speech in 2004.) And, in keeping with the lanced-bull
image, his unbelievably brave speech in favor of Obama at last year's
convention. This was brave not in its content, as his opposition to the
Iraq war and original endorsement of Obama had been; it was brave in
the most elemental sense, that he insisted on walking to the stage unassisted
and collecting himself for what was his last real public performance.
The point is the way he commanded attention over his long public life.
A flawed man, who started unimpressively in life -- the college problems, the silver-spoon boy senator, everything involved with Chappaquiddick -- but redeemed himself, in the eyes of all but the committed haters, with his bravery and perseverance and commitment to the long haul. And his big, open heart. A powerful, brave, often-wounded animal at last brought down.
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* Rushed Freudian-error typo. Former president now; sitting president then.
I realize to my surprise how vividly I can remember the dramatic moments of his progression through the news. The summer night forty years ago, when I was sitting with college friends in a Northeast Washington backyard when word started circulating that Kennedy, still in his 30s, had been in some kind of traffic accident on Martha's Vineyard. The chilly fall day ten years later, when I was watching TV with friends in DC and saw in real-time astonishment that Kennedy hemmed and hawed but could not answer Roger Mudd's simple question, "Why do you want to be president?" before his run against Jimmy Carter. The unforgettable speech on the floor of the Democratic convention the following summer, when he thundered "The dream will never die!" In the hall you could feel how completely star power had drained from the beleaguered sitting
A flawed man, who started unimpressively in life -- the college problems, the silver-spoon boy senator, everything involved with Chappaquiddick -- but redeemed himself, in the eyes of all but the committed haters, with his bravery and perseverance and commitment to the long haul. And his big, open heart. A powerful, brave, often-wounded animal at last brought down.
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* Rushed Freudian-error typo. Former president now; sitting president then.
