Some people follow sports. I don’t, but I follow politics with the same amount of enthusiasm as the biggest sports fanatics. My love of politics began quite young. I was born in Washington, DC in 1971 and grew up in suburban Maryland, so politics was always a part of my life.
It is hard to believe, but my first political memory is of President Nixon resigning. I remember seeing the president cry on TV. It stood out because all the adults were glued to the broadcast.
My next political memory is of the patriotism surrounding the 4th of July 1976. My mother made cherry pies, cakes frosted with red, white and blue icing and I even had a bathing suit with the American flag on it. It seemed to me that everything that summer was all about pride in our nation.
When I stayed with my grandparents on Saturday nights as a child, I was given two options; either I watched Lawrence Welk with my grandmother or Agronsky & Company with my grandfather in the other room. I found Lawrence Welk boring, but the passion on Agronsky & Company was quite compelling. I loved the roundtable discussion format which is now common today even though I rarely understood the substance of the debates.
President Reagan inspired many of my generation and I was no exception. I wrote him a letter when I was 10 and he wrote back. From then on, I watched every single speech. The one that stands out as the most inspiring is his 1986 State of the Union Address where he said:
And tonight I want to speak directly to America’s younger generation, because you hold the destiny of our nation in your hands. With all the temptations young people face, it sometimes seems the allure of the permissive society requires superhuman feats of self-control. But the call of the future is too strong, the challenge too great to get lost in the blind alleyways of dissolution, drugs, and despair. Never has there been a more exciting time to be alive, a time of rousing wonder and heroic achievement. As they said in the film “Back to the Future,” “Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.”
Well, today physicists peering into the infinitely small realms of subatomic particles find reaffirmations of religious faith. Astronomers build a space telescope that can see to the edge of the universe and possibly back to the moment of creation.
I began college at Milwaukee’s Marquette University in 1989 and I was embarrassed to be from Washington, DC which was then Murder Capital of the USA and where Mayor Marion Barry was convicted of drug possession. Later, I began actively campaigning for Pat Buchanan and was actually one of the leaders of the WI chapter of his campaign for presidency. Buchanan appealed to me because he grew up in Bethesda, MD with my mother, aunts and uncles. He proved to be far too right-wing for me and for America at large.
During the 1992 presidential election night, I worked for the Associated Press Milwaukee Bureau helping to tabulate the votes and was stunned when Bill Clinton won. I didn’t share in my fellow co-worker’s excitement and felt left out.
I graduated from college and began working on Capitol Hill for Representative Steve Gunderson and my political views became much more moderate as I realized that the Republican party did include a tent wide enough for a large spectrum of voters. I also gained an appreciation for the majesty of the Capitol. Walking through its halls daily left me awestruck in a way all the grade-school fieldtrips hadn’t. I was a part of things and that was exciting. More exciting still was when the Republicans took control of the House and Senate. I remember clearly when a much older and experienced staffer who was legal counsel said, “Oh my God! Now we actually have to create legislation rather than block it.” His statement shocked me because I knew that wasn’t how it was supposed to work.
Speaker Newt Gingrich’s Contract with America was impressive and I was thrilled to be playing even the smallest role in his plan. It was so refreshing to see a politician follow through on his promises even though those first 100 days were quite exhausting.
The congressman announced his retirement and I went to work for an agriculture association. Each day on my way to work, I walked past Monica Lewinsky’s attorneys’ offices and the media permanently camped outside. I watched fascinated as President Clinton looked straight at the camera (and it seemed at me) and said, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” I read the Kenneth Starr report alternately shocked and disgusted. Clinton had lied and it had been proven with DNA evidence. When Clinton was impeached in 1998 and then refused to resign, I was dumbfounded. When he won reelection, I was both impressed with his tenacity and incredulous at his victory.
The George W. Bush and Al Gore presidential race was riveting. Like most Americans I watched as NBC’s Tim Russert held up a white board and said, “It all comes down to Florida.” The hanging chads situation reminded me of just how important each vote is in the country. I was thrilled when Bush won and grateful he was our president on September 11, 2001. I was proud of him when he spoke at Ground Zero and felt reassured by his State of the Union afterwards. The surge of patriotism that followed was comforting and unifying for Americans. It was wonderful to see something great come out of such a devastating tragedy.
The first time I saw IL Senate Candidate Barrack Obama speak at the 2004 Democratic National Convention, I knew that he had a special charisma. Still I was surprised that he became the 2008 presidential candidate. Senator John McCain didn’t excite me even though his service to our nation was impressive. I was reinvigorated in the election when McCain picked Governor Sarah Palin as his running mate. For the first time ever, I really felt as if it might be possible for a woman to hold such a high office.
While I didn’t vote for Obama and couldn’t believe he won, he is my president because I am an American. I believe strongly in the system our forefathers created and I love watching it play out.
Similar to sports enthusiasts, I’ve found politics is always interesting even if my team doesn’t win.
I’ve been studying politics since before you were born [literally– 1968– and I remember the assassination of JFK] and I agree with you on finding politics a wonderful spectator sport. The stakes are often much higher, of course.
Where I applaud you even more is on also participating in the sport. I have the easier job of sniping from the sidelines, but you have been in the arena 🙂 When you speak of politics, you have that special authority of one who knows how it’s done to turn ideas and ideology into actions of benefit to the country.
Thank you for sharing. This was beautifully written.
May the Republic stand.
I’m very grateful for a system that allows all those different points of view over time. In too many countries these memories would have been replaced by a repeating loop of dictators and one-party totalitarian rule.
(There must be another analogy here about the Yankees or another dynasty, but I don’t follow sports either.)
Having just turned 83 I realized recently I had watched Spanish American War veterans in parades on the Grand Concourse, The Bronx’ famed boulevard that ended with a courthouse build by a borough president for odd dollars and up the street from the first Yankee Stadium built by a roly poly drinker and eater of note.
Our oldest daughter was born on the day JFK was elected and we were living in Pleasantville. He died when we were living in Orlando and the people I worked for hooted with glee.
I served during then latter stages of WWII and in revisiting old days noted I very well could have seen Civil War veterans. The timeline is correct although I don’t recall this as fact.
Time does move on.
Still Liberal at 83
Thank you for reading and for your comment! I am shocked that people were gleeful when Kennedy died. It is a very sad day in America when people cheer our President’s death.
Your article really hit home. Keep up the good work!
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