It’s
Presidents Day. Bear with me, dear reader, and try to sustain the warm glow of that holiday
as you peruse my rambling thoughts.
To
begin with, it’s a bastard holiday,
born of merchant greed on one hand
and the despair of parents stuck
with small children at home twice in February.
The
old Federalists made sure that the nation marked George Washington’s Birthday. It was to be a patriotic celebration emphasizing dignity, decorum, and authority. In short, it was to celebrate a Founder demigod, an old revolutionary stripped of rabble and insurrection. The old
Republicans—the Jeffersonians—not to be confused with the current squatters on than honorable appellation—despised the celebration as monarchical and preferred to swarm the streets carrying Liberty
Caps on poles—French style—on other occasions.
But
Washington deserved the honor. He invented
being President. He served honestly and honorably, and if he preferred the council of his Secretary of the Treasury, Alexander Hamilton to that of his fellow Virginian Thomas Jefferson, at
least he resisted all of the former’s blandishments
toward aristocracy and his desire to
advance himself as Grand Vizier
to the President’s Caliph. Most importantly Washington earned every accolade he has received
by the simple act of voluntarily leaving
the job and allowing his successor to
peacefully follow him into office.
This precedent setting feat
has seldom been matched in post-revolutionary nations. That Americans
take it for granted is astonishing.
Later,
most Northern states added Lincoln’s Birthday to their calendars following the Civil War. It began amid the hagiography of the fallen
leader and his elevation to martyr status and continued as a way for the Grand
Army of the Republic and the new Republican
Party to Wave the Bloody Shirt
at home while sticking their collective thumbs in the eyes of their vanquished foes. Across the old Confederacy Lincoln was reviled
as a murderous tyrant. They preferred to celebrate Jefferson Davis, or better yet the unblemished knight of the Lost
Cause, Robert E. Lee.
Diogenes discovers Honest Abe. |
When
Harry S. Truman finally proclaimed Lincoln’s Birthday a Federal holiday, his very Confederate mother, then residing with him and Bess
at the White House, cursed her son and never forgave him.
So
the nation ended up with two holidays
in inconvenient February. If only they had managed to get born at a decently separated interval of months, both might have been able to
retain their own holiday.
But,
alas, they did not. And the days fell
either inconveniently mid-week or on
a weekend. The former
disrupted the work week for employers. The latter
cheated workers of a paid holiday. Educators
hated the disruption to their pedagogy for two holidays. Parents despaired of rug rats at home. Merchants yearned for an extended week-end of sales.
So Congress, in its infinite wisdom, decreed Presidents
Day, conveniently set down on a Monday between the actual natal anniversaries of the original honorees. Whoopee! Three Day Weekend!
Better
yet, none of the rest of the denizens of the White House need feel slighted—this was going to be their holiday too. Like a first
grade T-ball player spared the sting
of losing by playing a “fun game where no one keeps score,” Rutherford
B. Hayes could rest easy in the comforting knowledge that he was the peer of the Founder and of the Emancipator. It also silenced
the partisans of Franklin D.
Roosevelt on one hand and Ronald
Reagan on the other, who dreamed of raising
their respective heroes to a loftier
pantheon and a place on the national calendar.
In
the Declaration of Independence,
Thomas Jefferson posited that “All men
are created equal…” Unitarian Universalists treasure our First Principle—“Respect for the inherit worth and dignity of every person.” Neither of these are assertions of blanket uniformity of talent, capacity, or wisdom. Nor has there been equality of ability, opportunity,
and circumstance among the occupants of the Presidential chair. There
have been great presidents and there
have been failures. There have been, however, no saints and no pure knaves.
A popular pastime for the holiday is the annual articles listing the best and worse presidents. By almost universal consensus the two original
February honorees are listed one and two, occasionally swapping spots followed by Franklin
D. Roosevelt, his distant cousin Theodore
and either Thomas Jefferson or James Knox Polk (for Manifest Destiny fans.)
The
classic roster of worsts includes of
such luminaries as Franklin Pierce, John Tyler, Millard Fillmore, James
Buchanan, Ulysses S. Grant, and Warren G. Harding.
All
of which begs the question of how more recent Presidents fare.
Lately historians are rating Dwight D. Eisenhower as a comer, even breaching the top five on a few lists.
During
his occupancy of the office I boldly suggested
that George W. Bush may have done the impossible and reached the pinnacle of presidential awfulness. He left
office with few fans even in his
own party, who were beginning to hate him not for his unnecessary wars but for being the champion spendthrift of all time. Even his staunchest supporters have pretty
much given up the campaign to paint
the Shrub as a misunderstood Lincolnesque figure, boldly pursuing a noble cause while the ignoble people doubted. It
was simply too ludicrous to be maintained.
Does
my harsh judgment hold up? Most of the bottom dwellers on the list got there not for doing bad, but for
being lazy, incompetent, drunk or
for not doing anything at all to stave off the long slide to Civil War. Grant and Harding presided over notoriously corrupt administrations, but neither did lasting harm to the nation or Democracy.
But
the legacy of George W. Bush was far
more damaging and longer lasting. He sponsored
and presided over unnecessary
war, prosecuted that war with stunning incompetence, nearly destroyed the ground forces of
the U.S. military, proclaimed a doctrine of preemptive war
that left the nation nearly friendless
in the world, embraced a policy of torture, systematically attacked the civil
liberties of American citizens, subverted the Constitution by
asserting a new doctrine of the unitary
executive, turned a budget surplus
into a staggering Federal Debt,
pursued a policy of showering the rich
with tax breaks and relief from
regulation that has compounded the
class divide in the nation to 19th
Century levels, allowed an American
city to be virtually destroyed
and abandoned it citizens, attacked the “bright line” separating
Church and State, ignored science whenever it drew conclusions that threatened his ideological preconceptions,
and ignored Global Warming as a tipping point crisis nears. And he exited
shoveling money at the bankers
who caused the greatest economic
disaster since the Great Depression—and
managed to make people think that
that was his successor’s idea. That’s
a pretty impressive list. It surely means that he must at least have a spot alongside the “Northern men of Southern Principles—Pierce
and Buchanan—whose malfeasance set the stage for the Civil War.
And
what of the current occupant? It is, of course, too early for the ultimate
judgment of history. Barack Obama certainly came into office at a time of crisis—a boost to any chances to make one’s mark. Brilliant
men and able men have served and been forgotten simply because of the relative tranquility of their terms. Faced with almost unprecedented economic disaster
and two unpopular wars almost impossible to easily and safely withdraw
from, Obama soldiered on with dignity and surprising success given the implacable
opposition of an ideologically driven
opposition in control of Congress.
He even managed to secure the
passage of the first major health
care reforms since Medicare,
however half-hearted and flawed they may be. And after stunning the world by winning
re-election by solid popular and
Electoral College majorities he staked out a bold progressive agenda for his second term. Finally giving
up on hopes of compromise with the
Republican Congress, he became more daring in shaping the national agenda by executive
orders where possible.
But
there is a major fly in the ointment—the
fatal flaw that overwhelms real achievement and merit. Lyndon B. Johnson advanced civil
rights and social reforms continuing
a New Deal legacy but was bogged down in a senseless and unpopular war.
Richard Nixon had foreign
policy triumphs like opening relations
with China and presided over the establishment
of the Environmental Protection
Agency and the Occupational Safety
and Health Administration but was undone
by his own paranoid criminality. Woodrow
Wilson’s international idealism
and reluctant support of women’s suffrage was matched by unprecedented domestic repression of labor and socialists and by the introduction
of Jim Crow segregation into the Federal
Government.
Desperate for a way to extricate ground troops from Iraq and Iran and to counter the lingering threats of an
already largely smashed and dismantled terrorist enemy, Obama embraced the star chamber secrecy and brutality of a secret war established
by the Bush administration and which he
had once railed against. And he came to rely on war-at-a-safe distance drone technology and a policy of targeted assassinations. Not only have the targets included American citizens, more
importantly they have also been blunt
instruments with plenty of civilian
deaths in collateral damage and
by simple mistake. Every Pakistani
village hit earns generations of implacable
new enemies sworn to revenge. Far from restoring,
as the world hoped after his first
election, American prestige and respect, these policies have further isolated this country and made
us the most despised nation in the world. Further policies of domestic surveillance and coordination
of attacks on the Occupy Movement
and other social protests threaten freedom of speech and protest in this country.
If
the President ever hopes to be enshrined
as an extra head on Mount Rushmore
he needs to reverse course on those policies which will surely poison his reputation.
On
the other hand, he may come off looking pretty good by comparison to the parade
of Republicans seeking to replace him,
each one a shoe-in for the worst
list if elected.
At
any rate, happy Presidents Day to one and all.
Go and buy a mattress. Millard
Fillmore will thank you.
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