Wednesday, October 4, 2006

Personal Asides: Franks-Gidwitz on “Political Shootout” Sunday…Dan Proft’s Response on Tony Peraica.

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State Rep. Jack Franks (D), a fast-rising star of the Illinois Democratic party and Ron Gidwitz, entrepreneur, economic conservative and a former Republican candidate for governor who gives GOP politics a calm, not oracular approach, will guest on my WLS-AM radio show Sunday at 8 a.m. Franks and Gidwtiz are both critics of Governor Rod Blagojevich but nevertheless disagree on a variety of topics. Gidwitz is an expert in inner-city education and business economics.

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Dan Proft, a friend who is political consultant to Tony Peraica, writes the following concerning my criticism of Tony in yesterday’s posting:

“With all due respect, you blog post “Two Faced Tony” is off-the-mark and your moral indignation is a little late in coming.

“Let me elaborate. Peraica’s position has not changed. He has said from jump street in this campaign that, if elected, he would not change the status of the provision of abortion services at Cook county hospital/clinics. He said this publicly at a joint appearance with Stroger on Fox’s morning show to questioning by Dane Placko at the end of July for gosh sakes.

“When Peraica says his views are the same as Todd Stroger’s on this issue, he means specifically the one issue over which the County Board president has dominion—provision of abortion services at county hospitals and clinics. He does not mean his and Todd’s views on abortion generally are the same.

“You can disagree with Peraica’s position and believe it not consistent to call oneself a pro-lifer but be unwilling to go to the mat for it if elected to a position where you could impact is provision. I can understand it and appreciate that view—that is a legitimate critique.

“But don’t mischaracterize Peraica’s position or pretend like Terry Cosgrove illuminated a point in this debate because he did not. Tony has made that his position and has consistently articulated it, at the City Club, at the Trib ed board and everywhere else this issue has been raised. Regards, Dan Proft.”

Any additional comments are welcome.

Flashback: Schmooze the Right People and They Schmooze Back.

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[More on fifty years in politics for my kids and grandchildren].

I saw as a large part of my job, as press secretary to the governor of Minnesota, as schmoozing not just the media but other Democrats (note the redundancy) with the hope that they will schmooze back. It was natural with the media because essentially I have always felt more comfortable with them than any other group. I admire their work and ability to put together the thread of stories within a very limited time-frame. As press secretary I could help them by cutting through red tape in state government and producing experts in a hurry who could answer questions. They were rather indebted to me. I conducted the first “for background only” briefings that had happened up to that time in state government. They didn’t produce one significant betrayal of confidence. Not content to schmooze with them, I went out on the town with them, picked up dinner checks. I scheduled a river-boat cruise that was very popular each summer with a boat full of our administration officials and loaded to the gills with liquor and good food.

None of this was original but I sought to break down the usual barriers between government sources and the media—to the extent of even criticizing off-the-record some of our own actions…being careful to exclude the governor from the critiques…so as to build up the nature of candor and frankness. These things I learned from Jim Haggerty, Eisenhower’s veteran press secretary, who came to Minnesota for a series of University of Minnesota lectures after Eisenhower’s terms were completed and to whom I introduced to thanks to Mrs. Heffelfinger. He spent hours with me over lunches filling me in on what he had learned in many years as a press secretary…starting with Thomas E. Dewey’s three terms as New York governor, Dewey’s two unsuccessful runs for president, Eisenhower’s two successful terms as president and his counsel to New York Governor Nelson Rockefeller who wanted to run for president in 1964. Haggerty’s rough-hewn charm, his street wisdom were invaluable. He was the best tutor I ever had in politics —in academia, business or government. And yet, while Jim was the best in the business for his time—the fact is that he didn’t have to cope with the Internet or cable TV—but his principles still apply.

He taught me that I should take a chance with propriety and regard myself as the ambassador from the media to my candidate …and not the other way around. Jim was the Albany correspondent for the “New York Times” and his father before him had held the same job. He said that when you take a job like this, you have to decide whether or not you are to be the ambassador from the candidate to the media or the other way around…to have the media understand you are trying to help them than trying to get them to slant the news your way. With gratitude from the media will come a favorable slant, he said.

He stressed the importance to be an adjunct insofar as possible for the media to the governor--even though once in a while you may get your boss bad press. There are three reasons for this: first, you can give the governor a head’s up on what the media are concerned about…second you can give the governor an understanding of what he needs to do to get his message across…and third you can get the media indebted to you by this action which will be beneficial. His viewpoint is that the closer you can get to media individuals the better—because if they trust you, you can interpret and even anticipate attacks that may come your way. All his life, Haggerty was the working newsman’s ambassador and it paid off with excellent contacts. It was easy for me to adapt his strategy because I didn’t want to come off as the governor’s robot, someone told what to say but as an emissary have always been somewhat of a rebel—believing that while the media are liberal, they have a duty to report and that my duty was to assist them up to the point where I directly wound my candidate. It has always paid off, never failed. It worked for me as long as I dealt with them and when I dealt with them for myself as client.

And it was easy because I liked those guys (then they were all men: women are different—much different and require much more diplomatic handling; the male-female thing gets in the way). I could throw back scotches and sodas easily with these guys, tell stories with them and generally enticed them to hear my point of view. Many times I assisted them in writing newspaper ledes. As a result, we became almost incestuous and shared much information. A number of people in the state administration suspected my loyalty but the governor did not. As result, I received a number of “heads up” stories that gave us time to prepare.

My closest friend in the press corps was Arthur Michelson. The son of a wealthy Jewish family from New York which owned American Linen Supply, Michelson determined to strike out for himself and avoid becoming entangled in the family business. Instead of going to Harvard or Princeton, he went to the City College of New York, studied journalism, hung around New York city newsrooms and was convinced to get a masters in journalism at the University of Minnesota’s journalism school. Then he stayed in the state and became a television reporter with an independent TV station. He married a Jewish girl from New York and bought a fairly luxuriant house…not on a then TV reporter’s salary…in Wayzata where none other than Elizabeth Heffelfinger lived. He was an avant gard hippie before anyone knew about hippies and hung around with the then Left including Humphrey’s people. He gave Humphrey great coverage which in return the Senator’s aides positioned him close to the Senator. They didn’t know for a long time that when they were out drinking with them on Tuesday night, he was out with me on Wednesday and Thursdays—usually allowing me to vet him of the information he had gleaned.

. He smoked exotic weeds with his wife, had a nihilistic view of life…no absolutes, eschewing his Jewish religion…and was yet very interested in mine. He was an ugly and unwashed newsman who, surprisingly enough, was regarded by women as so much a strange animal that they wanted to tame him. He had many girl-friends—unknown to but suspected by his wife. His wife would call me at all hours of the night and ask if Arthur was with me, whether he was working, etc. I lied brilliantly…not knowing where he was but surmising. In return he would share with me rumors in the trade that pertained to Andersen.

Michelson was the first one to call my governor…who stuttered when he got nervous…”Elmer Fudd” after the Disney character with a similar problem. I was the only one who could out-drink Michelson which I did on regular occasions, helping him into a cab often. In return as I listened to his babble, I learned much. Once in the middle of the night he said, “Fudd is going to be savaged by Humphrey.” I said: yes, I know. He schlepped his drink. I said: what will Humphrey do? He said it would be a breach of journalistic ethics for him to tell me. Then he went on a long rambling disquisition from his nihilism: aping Pilate who asked “what is truth?” to asking what is ethics? What is certainty? He ordered yet another drink and said “Fudd is a decent man and I’m going to tell you so that you can reelect this decent man.” I was all ears.

He said: they simply can’t beat you without a scandal. They are looking for one and think they found a small blip which they can build up to one. At that point, I left the subject alone—because I didn’t want to pursue so hard that Michelson, even in his stupor, would imagine I was eager to find out. I changed the subject. Sometimes this would drive him nuts. He would say: “You hear me? They’re going to get you!” I would say: so what? What is winning? What is losing? Occasionally, who is “they?” He would become agitated and say: Don’t you hear me? They’re working on it! I’d say: so what? It would drive him nuts that I appeared uninterested and so he would go on. All I learned was that they were using former Governor Freeman…then Kennedy’s agriculture secretary…to work on holdovers in state government to uncover things. I feigned total disinterest.

He said: They think they have something in Corrections—the Corrections Department with guard selling drugs…reefers (which was the name for marijuana cigarettes) in St. Cloud (the St. Cloud penitentiary). When I would get home I’d make notes and the next day I would spend time with our Corrections commissioner, Will Turnbladh (not a typo: the name is actually spelled like that with the “h” coming after the “d”). Turnbladh was the former award-winning warden of San Quentin whom we hired at great price. I grilled him on the guard situation at St. Cloud…all the while the next night feigning disinterest with Michelson. Turnbladh would go to St. Cloud on a sudden, unannounced inspection and would come back to me. “Everything’s o.k. at St. Cloud.” The long evenings of drinking with Michelson went on. Why I am not an alcoholic or suffering a seriously damaged liver I don’t know (Michelson is long dead of both).

In my sessions with Michelson, I had the potential for scandal boiled down to Corrections…which didn’t prove out…and Public Welfare. Public Welfare is always a logical candidate. The Commissioner of Public Welfare got grilled by me as well. He would make unrecorded inspections. “Honest to God,” he’d tell me, “nothing’s amiss.” In the meantime, I was schmoozing with others: Adolph Johnson of the Associated Press who was a friend of ours but not in the know. Richard A. Williams of the “St. Paul Dispatch” who was a friend of ours and definitely in the know—who was exploring where the “scandal” would surface. No one really knew but everybody acknowledged that Michelson who would drink with the Humphrey people half the night away should know. And it was clear he didn’t really know. The Humphrey people found out Michelson and I were close so they tried to shut up. But Michelson had so many Democratic contacts, even the Humphrey people found themselves trying to pump him for secrets within their own party.

The night I really got close to Michelson was the night I all but saved him from being severely beaten up. It was his birthday and a number of the newsmen from the Capitol press room went out on the town along with me. A number of off-duty TV reporters and cameramen came along as did one of the best journalists covering the Capitol: Bob Doder of the UPI. He was irreverent, not unlike Michelson himself but was sensitive about only one thing—he had a glass eye. No one brought it up but it was a matter of great secrecy and concern to Doder. He had been a great athlete in high school and in a football injury lost his eyesight which necessitated a glass eye. The injury wounded his psyche and no one…including his own wife…brought it up. About five of us were standing at the bar of a joint on University avenue in St. Paul when Doder, as anti-conformist as Michelson got into a loud argument. They were disputing about sports. Michelson was disproved on a point by Doder, was made to feel humiliated because of his scant knowledge of sports so Michelson turned to his glass of whiskey and said to himself…but loud enough to be heard by all of us: “that’s what comes from fighting with a guy with a glass eye.”

With a lightening move, Doder grabbed Michelson, pulled him off his stool and before I could interfere, struck him square on the jaw sending Michelson spinning across the room where he fell into a group of stools and ended up rolling around in the cigarette butts on the floor (I said this was not an especially fancy bar). The newsmen and cameramen who were with us were not sympathetic to Michelson at all but they picked him up, revived him (he was all but knocked out) and ordered some coffee. Doder, grossly offended, his feelings wounded to the quick was sobbing in anger, threatening to kill Michelson. Whereupon I, as the sober one, decided to be the peace-maker. I talked intently to Doder and said that Michelson was drunk and after a while got Doder to snuffle his tears and down some coffee. Then I went to Michelson and said that as a friend I was disgusted with his behavior, outraged, that his conduct was so mean-spirited that neither I nor any of the people who were with us would ever talk to him again unless he apologized to Doder. Michelson’s eye was blackened; he muttered an assent.

Then…all five of us—writers, cameramen et al…talked roughly to Michelson while in the corner of the bar Doder sat and where he had finally stopped sobbing to himself. All of us said: Michelson—you are going to have to apologize to Bob Doder or we will never talk to you again. Now stand up, apologize and extend your hand for a handshake.

Michelson reluctantly agreed. The entire patronage of the bar was watching. We escorted Michelson over to Doder’s stool. We told Michelson to extend his hand for a handshake. He did; Doder took it and looked up into Michelson’s face.

Michelson said: “I’m sorry—One-Eye!”

All of us…Doder, our group and some onwatchers…punched and kicked Michelson until our arms ached. I finally called a halt and got him a cab. But that was the way Michelson was. And that was the way when we were all young, in our youth (I was 33). Michelson strangely enjoyed infuriating us. He went home and called me the next morning asking if Doder was still mad.

I said: What in the world got into you?

His wife came on the phone and said: You treated Arthur good and proper. Why did you say that, Arthur?

He said: Who knows? And to me: What’s new with Fudd?

What’s new was that the polls which once showed Rolvaag leading now said the Andersen-Rolvaag race was going to be knife-edge close. They had three debates and after every debate, Andersen topped Rolvaag before the contest settled down to its old closeness. Andersen was an excellent debater; Rolvaag was not, was more of a robot-type candidate who relied on Democratic-Farmer-Labor boilerplate issues from which he rarely departed. After the summer when Michelson grew steadily less coherent about where the “scandal” would be found, a major debate came up in September sponsored by the League of Women Voters at the University of Minnesota.

Obviously, as his press secretary I went there with him to spin the press following the debate about Andersen’s good points. The audience was filled with prestigious Republicans and Democrats. It so happened that in that debate, Andersen really creamed Rolvaag, in a university debate where those who appreciated Andersen’s idealism and good handling of the English language were pleased. Michelson, recovering from his beating, was covering it with his television crew. It was a pleasure to be on his evening show and boast about Andersen’s advantages because they were clear-cut. As I left the “spin room” I bumped into…of all people…Wanda the Weather Bunny (see earlier reference) with her adulatory but otherwise bored husband. Wanda was a lissome Norwegian immigrant beauty, in her early 30s, who did the weather, then married a rich Democrat and became a volunteer press relations groupie for Humphrey. She was a kind of platonic (it was maintained) groupie for Humphrey. As I was leaving the briefing room, she came up and hugged me unexpectedly, kissed my cheek in with perfunctory ceremony (as he husband watched) and asked if she could give me a call the next day. And sure enough, on the next morning she did.

In her slight, lisping Nordic accent she said: “The Highway Department. I have talked to your friend Arthur [Michelson] who says you saved him from being killed. We don’t want Arthur killed. e The scandal will be in the Highway Department.” Click: buzzzzzzz. Whereupon I got hold of our commissioner of highways, James Marshall…a professional from the Corps of Engineers with gilt-edged credentials…and got him to run through his files to determine where a scandal—if there was one—could possibly be. I left him after he called a staff meeting to confer on the subject and walked back to my office in the Capitol. There was a phone call from Michelson. “You talk to Wanda?” I said I did: where did you meet Wanda? He said, “she likes me, thinks I’m fey. Did you get Highways?” I said yes, thank you. He said, “Even though you hit me, you saved me from getting killed. This is thank-you. I thought it was better to have her tell you than me. I mean—journalistic ethics, you know?” Click. Buzzzz. That night I spent four hours in the Highway Department with Marshall trying to ponder where the scandal would be, going over construction contracts, employment, personnel. But we could find nothing.

I went to Michelson and said I found nothing. “That’s your tough luck, he said. “You saved me from being killed but you weren’t all that gentle yourself.” Then good-naturedly he told me to go perform a biological impossibility. I tried to call Wanda the Weather Bunny but she never called back.

Tuesday, October 3, 2006

Personal Asides: The Mark Foley Matter…Two-Faced Tony.

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The timing of the Mark Foley disclosure along with the George Soros-funded nature of CREW, the organization that helped tip it, gives every indication of last-minute pre-election Democratic bean-ball…but this doesn’t excuse House Republicans from criticism. Three immediate points—and one over-arching ignored principle. First immediate: there was no excuse for Illinois Republican Congressman John Shimkus, chairman of the group that monitors pages, for not going to his Democratic opposite number when the irregular nature of Foley’s communications with the page surfaced. The impression has gained currency that Shimkus’ first thought and action was to protect the Republican majority rather than look after the well-being of the young page.

Second immediate: House Speaker Dennis Hastert did not cover himself with glory in the follow-up…first denying he heard of the matter, then saying he may well have but he forgot. Evidently again, no one thought to notify the Democratic member of the committee with supervision over page well-being. This dereliction also pertains to Hastert’s staff.

Third immediate: the salutary decision of Mark Foley to resign was generally in line with accepted Republican practice—much at variance with established Democratic policy when caught in a scandal which is to hang on, blast the criticism and flaunt disrespect for laws of morality and convention. As one who used to visit the House every week, I well remember when Democrat Gerry Studds brazenly turned his back on his House colleagues while they voted to censure him for preying on a young male page…Studds maintaining that the page at age 17 had reached the age of consent. Studds continued in the House, was reelected several times At the same time, Illinois’ Dan Crane was censured for having sexual relations with a female page. Crane tearfully accepted his punishment and resigned. Add to this the intransigence of Bill Clinton who was asked to resign by several members of his party for sexual indiscretions with Monica Lewinsky: he refused. None of us can forget Barney Franks’ decision to bull it through and stay in the House where he still serves today, despite romancing a House male page who turned Franks’ apartment into a whorehouse where homosexual trysts were arranged for pay. It is to the nauseating discredit of House Democrats that Frank suffered not a whit for his decadence—and still bellows forth as the ranking loudest mouth of the caucus.

So there’s more than enough scandal to go around and the action of the Senate’s major lachrymose whitened sepulcher Richard Durbin…silent through the aforementioned Democratic House scandals when Durbin was a Representative…and blusteringly defiant in defense of Bill Clinton when Durbin violated the role of a Senator in an impeachment matter to remain neutral as a jury member…to now throw his hands up in holy horror because the Republicans who control the House are embarrassed is rather sickening. Since Durbin is so interested in the morals of the House does anyone remember him screaming when Democratic Congressman William Jefferson was caught with a wad of cold cash in his office refrigerator? Nary a peep out of the sanctimonious Senatorial hustler. But enough about him.

The overarching principle which governs the matter of House ethics is this: Denny Hastert has proved a bad exemplar of legislative integrity. Remember when he joined with the Democrats to protest the FBI’s entrance of Congressman Jefferson’s office—babbling that nonsense about separation of powers? He was seen as believing members of Congress have special rights of privacy that no other American has to protect their swag. There is a good old boy insensitivity in the Speaker that cannot serve the public interest well. There is also a moral ambiguity in the Republican party generally. In an attempt to be all things to all people, the national GOP has endorsed the idea of Log Cabin Republicans, a caucus of those who see as paramount the protection of gay rights…to which a good number of vote-seekers go including former Congressman Foley and current Congressman Jim Kolbe of Arizona (who got his start here as a staffer for Illinois governor Dick Ogilvie).

The Bush White House has an official liaison between it and the homosexual community—which tells us that it is willing to shed privacy for public recognition and, in a sense, approbation of homosexual acts. These are political gestures just as the accordion-playing of Judy Baar Topinka at gay rights rallies is a political gesture. But Topinka is what she is: an affable low-rent. The Bush administration which espouses traditional moral values has no business playing on that side of the street: Topinka can because she endorses gay rights—but when you testify in support of heterosexual marriage and oppose special treatment for homosexuals, you shouldn’t try to wheedle around having it both ways. Does this mean homophobia? No—but if a political party says it disapproves of special rights, it should stick with its position. This Republican party nationally has not.

Mark Foley had always from the first day he ran for Congress maintained that his sexual orientation was his own business. Not so: not when you run for Congress any more than excessive drinking or chasing skirts is your own business. His sexual orientation would have to be the people’s business. The fact that the Republican party let him get away with it until it blew up in its face is to the GOP’s discredit. Kolbe has gone public with his homosexuality. The fact that the GOP thought this was nifty and accepted him as part of its broadened, more sophisticated approach, does not fit well with a party that has campaigned for traditional values.

One never-married, pro-life Republican candidate in Illinois who has been speculated about because of his gay-rights vote has maintained publicly that he is not a homosexual: fine. He should be taken at his word and not badgered further about it. This speculation has gone on all too long after his denial. But questions should be asked whenever they’re required. More than a decade ago, I asked a single man running for Congress who spoke at the City Club—a man not known for ever going out with women, if he were gay. The room gasped; it should not have. He said no. That settled the matter. Later, he told a friend that he should not have answered the question—which to me indicates he was dishonest in his answer. The point is this: the Democratic party endorses gay rights and therefore it has no right to question a candidate’s sexual orientation. The Republican party does not officially in its platform recognize gay rights and has the right…and the duty… to inquire.

With Mark Foley, the GOP sensed the truth; with Jim Kolbe it knew and winked at the truth. Leaders of the party should have seen that the voters received another choice in those congressional districts; they did not. That was wrong. Mark Foley’s proclivity for young people was an open secret in the Republican House; failure to stop it was a grievous wrong. A report of improper goings-on led Shimkus to do the easy thing—go to Foley and tell him to knock it off. That was ineffective and continued to put the pages in jeopardy.

Shimkus, who violated his term-limit pledge which tells you something about the man, should resign the chairmanship of that group. After this election, the House Republican caucus should reassemble and elect new leadership all down the line. The current leaders…Speaker…Majority Leader…Whip…have not been convincing in their devotion to party principle: either with spending or ethics. Better being in the minority with a Shadegg and Pence as leaders—men of principle—than in the majority with the dregs. If the GOP continues to control the House or if it doesn’t, there should be a drastic overhaul. If it loses control, its past derelictions and failure to muster courage to correct them will be the cause—and reason for reform.

Two-Faced Tony.

The best thing about “Political Shootout”, my WLS-AM Sunday night show, is that it doesn’t need a Rush Limbaugh epithet-spewing moderator to get to the truth. All I do is pick the guests, ask questions…follow up when the answers are too vague…and take the call-ins. Sunday Republican Cook county board president nominee Tony Peraica, a man I’ve endorsed and whom I shall vote for in November, came on for a third appearance. Earlier he had told me flat-out that he was a pro-lifer. But he said also that as a lawyer he ascertained that the Roe v. Wade decision was the law of the land and not to be overruled by any board president. I said nothing at the time, adjudging that Peraica was not all that good a pro-lifer. That argument is specious and one needn’t be a lawyer to know it.

Then at the City Club debate he was quoted as saying to the crowd that there is no difference between his views on abortion and those of Todd Stroger. Clearly there is a disconnect. When he came back on the show Sunday I asked him about it and he sought to clarify. He again said that as a lawyer he had respect for the Supreme Court decision which would preclude his doing what George Dunne had done and deny abortion services to poor women. Then lo and behold, Terry Cosgrove called in. Cosgrove is the executive director of Personal PAC, the pro-abort lobby. Cosgrove and I disagree on all social issues—but Cosgrove supplied an invaluable side to the debate. He told Peraica that it would be within his power to change the abortion practice at the county hospitals just as Dunne had done. He demanded that Peraica come clean.

Peraica did not. He stormed, fussed, obfuscated and fumed—but Cosgrove was right. Peraica is in no way a pro-lifer. He is just trying to appear to be one to pro-lifers and to be pro-choice to others. As smart as Tony is—and he is very smart—he should have learned a long time ago that this kind of two-facedness doesn’t work on abortion. When we try to straddle you alienate both sides. I think there are still strong reasons to vote for Peraica—but his being pro-life is not one of them because…well…two-faced Tony isn’t. And he shouldn’t try to think we’re so dumb we won’t know the different. In other words, Tony don’t b. s. the troops. There: is that plain enough for you?

Monday, October 2, 2006

Personal Aside: Rahm Emanuel—Not Hard Ball, Bean-Ball.

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No one should be surprised that suddenly the Tammy Duckworth campaign has seized the phrase “cut and run”--the generic usage by Peter Roskam and most other Republican Congressional candidates applied to general Democratic Iraq strategy which advocates pulling out as soon as practicable. It took a real political bean-ball expert to deduce that Dems could use the phrase as an insult to Duckworth who has no legs. Emanuel is that bean-ball player, one who were he in the boxing ring would have conjured how to rub resin in his opponent’s eyes without being detected by the referee. As one who introduced him to Bruce DuMont and urged Bruce to let Rahm join us on public radio, I enjoyed him enough in his salad days…and dined with him on occasion as he set his sights on short-term goals, raising money for Richard M. Daley largely from the Jewish community.

He was a charming young slicker who pretended to be nothing less than a political Sammy Glick. After the show we would have lots of fun. We joyfully blew the lid on political correct language—he zinging my Catholicism as mumbo-jumbo wafer worship and I insisting he was as obtuse as his ancestors who nailed up the Messiah. The imprecations were enough to offend everyone. Gloriously politically incorrect. Nobody offended because there was no audience to exploit. That’s when I liked Emanuel. I hugely respected his volunteering to help Israel as a stretcher bearer during Gulf War I when he didn’t have to do it. There was courage there. I invited him, one of very few friends, to my Quaker Oats retirement party.

But later when he went to the White House with Clinton, he took up the art of bean-balling, aiming a pitch not to strike out a batter but to publicly wound him. It was one thing for him to do TV stand-ups in defense of his president’s off-Oval Office fellatio stints (that was more than I could or can stomach but evidently not for Emanuel)…but it is quite another to issue threats of blackmail through porno publisher Larry Flint: circuitously telling House members in the impeachment process who had past extra-marital liaisons that they better desist or their lives would be ruined. No doubt who Flint’s source was as the House prosecution staff discovered. In the Senate, Trent Lott and Stevens of Alaska were told that “we have something on you and you’ll pay with your reputation if you vote to convict.” They quickly backed off and quashed the indictment.

With Henry Hyde, the Judiciary chairman who brought the impeachment bill to the House, it was devastating. Hyde was warned that an episode of his past life would be released—an episode having nothing to do with lying under oath—and that his kids and grandchildren would be affected. Not unlike the Mafia. But to Hyde’s eternal credit and the credit of the system, Hyde went through with it and took the punishment—punishment which was gravely serious for a man of Hyde’s religious tradition…being disgraced in front of your kids. That bears the unique Emanuel trademark of bean-ball.

Perhaps the first bean-ball for Emanuel, came in the midst of the primary of his Congressional campaign. His opponent was a Polish woman state Rep, far too liberal for me but who really deserved the nomination for the work she did in her community; he, the carpetbagger, armed with millions he got through plying his hustler trade in investment banking about which he knew nothing except his Chinaman political connection with Wall Street’s Bruce Wasserstein, a hefty contributor. Emanuel plunked himself in that working class district anyhow as he “seen his opportunities and took `em” in the words of the 19th century Boss Plunkett. The late Steve Neal of the “Sun-Times”, repelled by Emanuel’s crassness, zinged him often. Things didn’t look good for him at the outset. There was great sentiment for another Pole—this time a bright legislative lawyer—in the district and a number of Polish-American groups supported her.

Then there came a break. An elderly gent who headed the Polish National Alliance, who was on his opponent’s advisor staff…in the last stage of senility before he died (he went to my church, St. John Cantius)…was quoted in the press as saying Emanuel carried dual citizenship—one for the U.S. and one for Israel. It was an error, common enough by supporters who get carried away. Minor blip but correctible. The old man hadn’t blasted the Jews, hadn’t made any foul linkage but the very mention was enough.

Emanuel parlayed it to win the nomination—screaming that he was fouled by anti-Semitism, adopting a non-typical hang-dog martyr look of deep hurt but privately hitting high-fives with his buddies at the break-through. His opponent issued a flurry of apologies: condemned the statement, regretted its utterance and almost stood on her head to atone. Not enough for the publicly lachrymose Emanuel who triumphantly loved it as a good “bean-ball.” She shouldn’t even have tried to explain—as hopeless as the Pope trying to explain to the Muslims for his citing an historical remark. The Muslims don’t want to be assuaged nor did Emanuel because he could play it. A supposed victim of “anti-Semitism” in a Democratic primary where powerful minorities are and the major guilt-ridden media thrills to the chase like the running with the bulls in Pamplona. Emanuel rode martyrdom all the way to the Democratic nomination which in the 5th is tantamount to election. It was bean-ball pure and simple.

The crass statement from Duckworth’s campaign manager on “cut and run” being a cruel insult to a woman who lost her legs in combat is vintage bean-ball, vintage Emanuel, mouthed through the lips of Duckworth’s campaign manager. I don’t think Emanuel will get away with it because the 6th in general election is not like the 5th ‘s Democratic primary constituency composed of super-sensitive sacred bulls running to the trumpet of so-called “prejudice”—in this case anti-disabled veteran “prejudice.” . The non-story scored in a major way only in Chicago’s Democratic newspaper of record when Scott Fornek wrote it despite the fact that Roskam hadn’t used the term with reference to her.

The payback punishment upon Hyde in his old age ranks with Bill Moyers ordering Martin Luther King’s hotel rooms bugged and release of the personal stuff as grueling bean-ball. Knowing where the bean-ball came from, I decided not to ever shake Emanuel’s hand again, a pledge I kept when he spoke at the City Club to butter up a Mayor to whom, as Fran Spielman has aptly written, he owes his soul. Enough of bean-ball. Now to taste.

Nina Easton, “Fortune” Washington editor, has this young Faustus dead to rights in the latest issue. The thing that gets me in reading it is the insolence. According to Easton, a liberal journalist, Emanuel dines out on the story when he saw President Bush outside the Caterpillar tractor plant in Montgomery, Illinois on a hot day in August, 2005. The President took note of Emanuel’s deep tan. It prompted Emanuel to boast of his triathlon training schedule. Bush invited Emanuel down to Crawford to do some biking—a civil offer, decent, nice gesture. But civility is weakness to your ordinary political assassin. Emanuel shot back: “I’ll make you a deal, Mr. President. I’ll bike if you swim. Laura can put your water wings next to the lake. You can have your water wings.” He adds with an uppercut: “You’re not one of those trib-athletes, are you, Mr. President? You know—steam, sauna, shower?” Bush had no reply. Haahahahahaha, gotcha-gotcha.

It’s like me insulting Presidents Clinton, Carter, Johnson, Kennedy, Truman or Roosevelt to their faces. Please God, keep me around long enough to see Emanuel get his.

Stuart’s “America First” Frustrates FDR’s War Strategy. “Lone Eagle” Comes Aboard with Dubuque Catholic Archbishop. Charge of “Anti-Semitism” Refuted as Prominent Journalist Hertzberg

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The second article in a series of three on the “America First Committee,” the Chicago-based committee formed to keep us out of World War II. Its president, Robert D. Stuart, Jr. has just marked his 90th birthday with a brilliant privately circulated memoir. It brings home to a new generation the original concept of this patriotic organization which was filled with luminaries who later became part of the premier U. S. establishment, It appeared in the nation’s oldest national Catholic weekly, The Wanderer.

By Thomas F. Roeser

CHICAGO—A 24-year-old Yale law grad puts together a grassroots movement that seemingly blocks the president of the United States from rushing headlong into war.

The movement is not populated with hippies or draft resisters. It is composed of much of the cream of the establishment—big industrial names, liberals, Democrats, Republicans, conservatives, socialists, war heroes, environmentalists, clergymen, journalists, authors, Nobel Prize winners, actors and actresses. Its spokesman is the most legendary hero this nation had seen since Davy Crockett. Only a skillful manipulation of events leads the nation into war. Tame historians ever since maintain our entry into the war was essential—disparaging the anti-war drive as unpatriotic and counter-productive: alleging that if the anti-war move had succeeded, America would be talking German today.

Gradually the U.S. is discovering more than sixty years after the event that the old pro-war rationalization has been bunk. For generations the history profession has lain low, neglecting to clear up the record and fearful of being tabbed unpatriotic. Some of the truth has come out. But now, the 24-year-old law grad—now a venerable retired CEO of Quaker Oats at age 90—has told his story as the last surviving member of the organization he founded: the America First Committee.

Conventional wisdom, propagated by contemporary history texts, say that America’s entry into World War II was inevitable: that Adolf Hitler meant to conquer the U. S. and that along with Japan’s Emperor Hirohito and Italy’s Benito Mussolini to run the world. Further the isolationists and members of the America First Committee didn’t understand the realities of the new internationalist age. Finally, there was the charge of anti-Semitism: the allegation that the America First Committee was insensitive to the plight of the Jews. These have been the allegations bruited around for more than two generations. The facts are far different in a first-hand report of the America First Committee, written by its founder, Robert D. Stuart. He was my leader at The Quaker Oats Company but I never knew the entirety of his background. His book, Making a Difference, tells it and fills in much history.

It started with a needless war: the unnecessary involvement in World War I to satisfy the need of a president who pretended Christ-like sanctity in order to establish an international global consortium after the peace—a consistory he believed only he could rule: Woodrow Wilson. But the Versailles treaty produced a Carthaginian peace and bitterness in Germany. The bitterness led to the rise of a brutal dictator, Adolf Hitler.

International cowardice in the institution Wilson founded, the League of Nations, led to the strengthening of Hitler and his ally Benito Mussolini. Meanwhile a new U. S. president, failing to solve the Depression with his stock prescriptions, saw a need to solve unemployment and stimulate the economy once and for all: by going to war. Subtly Franklin Roosevelt preached peace but stealthily he pursued war. After elected to an unprecedented third term, he set aside the old plan and began to seriously court our entry into World War II on Britain’s side. Like his old mentor Wilson, FDR sees himself as a potential leader of the entire world with a new international organization. In this dream he is aided by a crafty, brilliant British premier, Winston Churchill, who sees Britain’s survival pegged on the U.S. entry into the war.

Now FDR took dramatic steps to increase possibilities of involvement: extending the navy’s neutrality zone from 300 miles offshore to the mid-Atlantic and moving U.S. troops to Greenland and Iceland. In Spring, 1941 he ordered naval troops to aid the British to search for the German battleship Bismarck without sanction from Congress..

But his efforts were being hobbled by The America First Committee, headed by Robert D. Stuart, Jr. The committee was formed in September, 1940, three months after France fell. Then things looked bleak for Britain. But the gallant Royal Air Force slowly won mastery of the skies. Soon Hitler’s dream of conquest of Britain was shelved. Poll after poll showed the American people steadfastly opposed to entry into the war. Franklin Roosevelt was dismayed. Wherever he looked, America First seemed to be dominating the conversation on the war.

That was because Stuart had put together a very impressive group called America First. In Chicago a number of powerful business leaders had signed up headed by a World War I legendary ex-quartermaster general. He was General Robert Wood, head of Sears, Roebuck. The committee had branches in all the major cities. In Massachusetts, Democrat Jack Kennedy the son of the U. S. ambassador to Britain (a young Harvard grad who sent $100 in support). Also the grandson of the Senator who opposed Wilson’s creation of the United Nations, Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr. To supervise publicity, the double threat team of Benton & Bowles, Madison avenue’s hottest company: Chester Bowles and William Benton who had just joined Encyclopedia Britannica as its vice president. Also on board: a former FDR ally, Brig. General Hugh Johnson who had headed the president’s National Recovery Administration (NRA), now a vehement opponent of the war.

The list went on: General Hanford McNider (ret.), a heavily decorated hero of World War I and former national commander of the potent American Legion. Mrs. Alice Roosevelt Longworth, daughter of Theodore Roosevelt and widow of House Speaker Nicholas Longworth. Lillian Gish, Hollywood actress, manufacturer William H. Regnery (later to become a famed publisher). Amos Pinchot, bearer of a legendary environmentalist name, brother of Gifford who had helped Theodore Roosevelt design his conservation program. Then, Mrs. Burton K. Wheeler, wife of the New Deal supporting Montana Democratic senator. Followed by none other than the socialist party candidate for president whose ideas on social policy were borrowed by Roosevelt for the New Deal-- Norman Thomas.

There was the progressive Republican Senator of North Dakota, Gerald Nye who had run a Senate probe of the munitions industry. Then none other than the budding liberal novelist Gore Vidal. Young prize-winning journalist Murray Kempton was a key member. Topped by the Nobel Prize-winning novelist Sinclair Lewis, author of Main Street whose journalist wife, Dorothy Thompson was rooting for war. Also sitting with the committee, a distinguished son of a U. S. president who was judged highly qualified for the presidency himself at some future time: Senator Robert A. Taft of Ohio.

The impressive list continued. Jerry Ford of Michigan, an assistant athletic director at Yale and an All-American football player from Michigan. Potter Stewart, another Yalie who later became a Justice of the Supreme Court. Sargent Shriver, who had married Eunice Kennedy, running his father-in-law Joe’s Merchandise Mart in Chicago. Kingman Brewster, later president of Princeton. None other than Charles A. Beard, the foremost historian in the U. S. Also Eddie Rickenbacker, America’s greatest World War I ace and first president of Eastern Airlines. Then Oswald Garrison Villard, the nationally known former editor of the most liberal magazine in the country, The Nation magazine who quit his job there to fight against the war. Non-board members included former president Herbert Hoover, Robert Maynard Hutchins, at 32 the youngest major university president in the country, president of the University of Chicago. Waiting impatiently outside the Committee but clamoring to get in: American entrepreneurial legend Henry Ford. Once he got accepted he was quickly booted off because of his earlier anti-Semitic writings. National publicity was handled by Sydney Hertzberg, prominent former “Time” magazine correspondent (and father of Hendrik Hertzberg, former editor of “The New Republic” and now political editor of “The New Yorker.”

This dynamic committee was holding the war-planning 32nd president of the United States at bay. But Stuart was still looking for the single most charismatic leader who could galvanize the country with his presence. Then at a meeting at the home of William R. Castle, undersecretary of state to Herbert Hoover, he met him. The tall, lanky, freckled fellow came up, extended his hand shyly and said, “Hi. I’m Charles Lindbergh.”

The Lone Eagle! He was the man Stuart had hero-worshiped since the legendary one-man flight to France, made when Stuart was 11 years old. Stuart writes: “…Lindbergh was my hero as a boy…for years I dreamed of meeting him. My dream went like this: I would be in bed on theporch of Mother and Dad’s old house…I’d hear the Spirit of St. Louis flying overhead, its engine sputtering. The Lone Eagle was out of gas! He ‘d make an expert landing in our garden…and there to greet him, like a St. Bernard coming to the rescue with a can of gasoline, would be Bobby Stuart!”

The dream more than came true. Lindbergh was enthused with America First. Stuart wanted to criss-cross the country to sell the idea. Lindbergh volunteered to fly him. Together they flew long hours, once Lindbergh grinning and turning the controls over to his young admirer. “Don’t worry, relax,” Lindy said. “I’m watching you.”

He was a strong man, this Lindbergh, Stuart writes: “…yet always courteous and helpful. But if anyone insisted that he do something he did not believe it, he just wouldn’t do it. This trait caused him—and us—much trouble.

“When interventionists pressured him to return a medal presented to him in 1938 by Hermann Goring, he refused. Lindbergh explained—quite logically—that he had been presented the medal in a U. S. government-owned residence in Berlin, gathering information on the German military for the U. S. government. He was at a dinner party at the request of Ambassador Wilson. Moreover he had received countless medals and decorations from rulers, many of them probably corrupt or tyrannical. Was he supposed to cause a series of international incidents by rejecting them as well?”

Lindbergh proved to be easily the America First Committee’s biggest draw. He spoke often and it turned out he had a soft, commanding voice and a stunning power over people—speaking not loudly but rather like a Ronald Reagan of the future. He was seen to be a close competitor to Franklin Roosevelt on the radio. Indeed none other than Robert Sherwood, the president’s chief speechwriter and famed dramatist, explained it this way: “Lindbergh was undoubtedly FDR’s biggest competitor on the radio.” But he was also one-up on Roosevelt. Lindbergh insisted on writing his own speeches.

Standing close to the America First Committee—and just outside the circle—was Senator Harry S. Truman, the Missouri Democrat. Truman was the first to argue that we should stand back and watch Naziism and Communism fight it out to the death. Said Truman: “If we see Germany is winning, we ought to help Russia. And if Russia is winning, we ought to help Germany. And in that way let them kill as many as possible although I don’t want to see Hitler victorious under any circumstances.”

Truman’s view was shared by the nation’s prime journalistic military strategist, Hanson Baldwin of The New York Times : “There is no doubt whatsoever that it would have been to the interest of Britain, the United States and the world to have allowed—and indeed to have encouraged—the world’s two great dictatorships to fight each other to a frazzle. Such a struggle, with its resultant weakening of both Communism and Naziism, could not but have aided in the establishment of a more stable peace.”

With that formidable Committee, it proved to be tough going indeed for Franklin Roosevelt to make his case. Once FDR thought he had it cinched: when France fell, caused more from moral dry rot than from Hitler.. Britain came under siege and the country squire from Hyde Park warned that all democratic freedom was in peril. Churchill warned: “The battle for France has been lost. The battle for Britain has begun!”

But in the Battle of Britain, Hitler’s Lufftwaffe huffed and puffed but lost the engagement. Britain did not topple. German plans for an invasion of Britain were shelved. Supposedly good news for the West but not for Roosevelt and Churchill who wanted the U. S. to go to war.

Then Charles Lindbergh came before the House Foreign Affairs committee. As the world’s greatest authority on air power, he now made a point that seemed irrefutable. How could Hitler invade the U. S. with no surface ships to attack us and with our air power and Britain’s dominant in the west Atlantic? As the nation’s young radio networks carried his calm, young voice, he told America: “If England is able to live at all with bases of the German air force less than an hour’s flight away, the United States is not in greater danger across the Atlantic ocean…[N]ot a single squadron of trans-oceanic bombing planes exists anywhere in the world today…I do not believe there is any danger of invasion of this continent, either by sea or air, as long as we maintain an army, navy and air force of reasonable size and in modern condition and provided we establish the bases essential for defense.”

The news wasn’t getting better for Roosevelt, Churchill & Company. Six months after Lindbergh testified, Hitler made the catastrophic move of his career and attacked the Soviet Union, a nation with many thousands of tanks and planes and untold millions of men in uniform. There was never a danger that Hitler would come over here with armies to land in New York harbor—but now any inkling of that happening was ridiculous.

But it was at this very highest point in America First history that the Committee played into its enemies’ hands. That came with a Lindbergh radio speech in Des Moines, Iowa on September 11, 1941.

Stuart writes, “to the extent that `America First’ has an historical black eye, the damage was done on that date.”

Lindbergh told his Des Moines audience, “The three most important groups who have been pressing this country toward war are the British, the Jewish and the Roosevelt administration. Behind these groups, but of lesser importance, are a number of capitalists, anglophiles and intellectuals…It is not difficult to understand why Jewish people desire the overthrow of Nazi Germany. The persecution they suffered in Germany would be sufficient to make bitter enemies of any race.

“No person with a sense of the dignity of mankind can condone the persecution of the Jewish race in Germany. But no person of honesty and vision can look on their pro-war policy here today without seeing the dangers involved in such a policy, both for us and them.

“Instead of agitating for war, the Jewish groups in this country should be opposing it in every possible way for they will be among the first to feel its consequences. Tolerance is a virtue that depends on peace and strength. History shows that cannot survive war and devastation. A few far-sighted Jewish people realize this and stand opposed to intervention. But the majority still do not. Their greatest danger to this country lies in their large ownership nd influence in our motion pictures, our press, our radio and our government.

“I am not attacking either the Jewish people or the British people. Both races I admire. But I am saying that the leaders of both the British and the Jewish races, for reasons which are as understandable from their viewpoint as they are inadvisable from ours, for reasons that are not American, wish to involve us in the wsar. We cannot blame them for looking out for what they believe to be their own interests but we must also look out for ours. We cannot allow the natural passions and prejudices of other peoples to lead our country to destruction.”

Stuart was listening to the speech on the radio with Richard Moore, (later to be top aide to Richard Nixon, George H. W. Bush’s ambassador to Ireland and finally the producer of the nationally syndicated television discussion program “The McLaughlin Group.” Stuart writes, “…[A]ll I could say was `oh, God!’ Charles had, of course, not submitted the speech to us for approval—he was not the sort to ask others to vet his remarks. We knew he would never apologize for what he said, for he had spoken what was in his heart.

“And in fact, one cannot find anything demonstrably untrue in what he said. The British, the administration and the Jewish community were the primary advocates of war. Moreover, Charles had openly expressed his sympathy for Europe’s Jews. But truth is seldom an effective defense when the press and the establishment smell blood. Much of the outcry was, I felt, hypocritical…

“What to do? We could not disown Charles; he was our friend; he was honest and courageous and he was still a hero in the eyes of millions of Americans. The reactions of America First directors and speakers was mixed. Some, like Kathleen Norris and liberal essayist Oswald Garrison Villard, supported Lindbergh all the way and decried the press criticism as politically motivated cheap shots. Some, including Norman Thomas and Sterling Morton [head of Morton’s Salt of Chicago] privately believed that Lindbergh had spoken the truth but wished that he had shown a better sense of public relations… Still others, such as Kathryn Lewis (daughter of United Mines Workers leader John L. Lewis) resigned from the committee.”

One leader, Boston Brahmin with the very snooty name of Tudor Gardiner, Jr. wanted the Committee to ask for Lindbergh’s resignation. This Stuart refused to do. He shot back: “If we become brittle in our thinking and fight amongst ourselves, we will be doing exactly what the Morgan boys [J. P. Morgan and the Wall Street investment bankers] want us to do. They are trying to isolate the isolationists, one from another, and thereby bring our ranks crumbling down…You know as well as I do that this committee is not anti-Semitic. Therefore, regardless of misrepresentation by a hostile press and regardless of your disapproval…I am confident that you will stick with us in fighting off the dirty attack made upon our name.”

Lindbergh had many flying stops after Des Moines. When he flew to Chicago a few days later, Stuart met him and expressed some concern. Lindbergh said, “Bob, be realistic. I’m right.” Stuart said yes but he should have been mindful of what the press would say.

“That doesn’t make a bit of difference to me,” said the Lone Eagle. “If it’s right, I should say it.”

Lindbergh’s wife, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, saw the danger politically but smiled and told Stuart, “If he had listened to others,” she told Stuart, “he would never have gotten to Paris.” Stuart summarizes his good friend Lindbergh: “In the end, Charles stood as tall as ever for me. He was a genuine American hero. The sniping never even dented his greatness.”

The Roosevelt administration seized on the Lindbergh speech as a pretext to build more allies—but then it was hit with another salvo. A man who had listened carefully to Charles Lindbergh’s speech in Des Moines and a member of America First, determined to say what was on his mind and in his soul.

Born in Cincinnati, educated at Mt. St. Mary of the West seminary there and at the Catholic University of Louvain and the Pontifical Gregorian University in Rome where he received a doctorate in sacred theology, he was 66-year-old Archbishop Francis Beckman. He had been bishop of Lincoln, Nebraska before coming to Dubuque in 1930. He had made a few national broadcasts from Dubuque but they had been suffused with academic language. Now he would change and speak plainly.

On Sunday, October 19, 1941 he became an outspoken critic not just of the war but of the Roosevelt administration. He was first and only Catholic bishop to do so publicly. I’m indebted to The Wanderer’s able news editor, Paul Likoudis, for the text which he unearthed from a yellowed copy of Fr. Charles E. Coughlin’s magazine Social Justice dated November 3, 1941.

That Sunday, the Archbishop called on the American people over NBC radio to resist President Roosevelt’s designs to go to war. Speaking to American mothers, he said: “The time is short for speaking and I will be brief. I will mince no words. People, we are at a crossroads of Constitutional government. Our laws are hypocritically evaded and then explained away under the guise of a `national emergency’; the greatest dictatorship on earth is made or is in the making.



“War or peace in this sad land is a question crying for immediate answer. Bitter history attends to the downright hypocrisy, faithless and ruthless cunning which has led a nation of peace-minded people to the very brink of war. The plan of the interventionists has been well drawn and adroitly pursued: Step by step and lately, inch by inch, our people in their guilelessness have been betrayed, betrayed, be-spoiled and disillusioned. At the moment the culmination of this plan is simple: `Arm the ships and create the incidents.’ The intelligence of the American people can no longer be limited by `measures short of war’: the appeal now is to the passions and prejudices…The war hysteria and propaganda put forth in this country has no parallel as a deliberate, studied appeal to the emotions. Hitler is to be stopped if it takes ten years, 10 million men, $300 billion with never a thought of where we shall begin and where we shall end. I fear lthis is either folly of men who are mad or who are eager, through war, to cover their own mistakes.



“My dear friends, liberty is the corpse of war and in this critical hour we should be most concerned for it. Hard-won by men who would turn over in their graves if they were to view the revolting spectacle in Washington today. It is time for the peace-loving people of this nation to get down to the business of salvaging their rights…I am not willing for the sake of decorum to remain silent. I have no choice but to remain unswervingly true to my sacred office. A worthy shepherd of his flock deserts them not in the hour of their need.

“Religion is concerned primarily with spiritual affairs, yes; but when a course is set by temporal authorities (an obviously wrong course) which ends in courting godlessness, war and the loss of religious liberty, every single man of the cloth, be he Catholic, Protestant or Jew, in my mind has no alternative but to stand up to the government, tell his people the truth whether they like it or not. ..This is America and we should not fear to love it, honor it, defend it first, last and always.”

War came less to the country less than two months later at Pearl Harbor. What officially happened at Pearl Harbor and who was responsible has long since been in dispute. But the maneuvers to impose on Japan an oil embargo that it felt it could not live with—together with a taunting from official quarters in Washington—has consistently been in disrepute. When war came, Bob Stuart, Jack Kennedy and many hundreds of young men involved in America First enlisted in the armed forces.

But what happened to Charles Lindbergh and the outspoken archbishop of Des Moines who gained the undying enmity of the Roosevelt administration? The details of their punishment from on high will be told in the final article next week.

Friday, September 29, 2006

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Tony Peraica and Russ Stewart on “Political Shootout” Sunday…States Attorney Dick Devine, Federal Judge Bill Bauer, to Speak at Roosevelt …Oprah-Daley Promo Leads “Sun-Times” Front Page As Experts Try to Stop Circulation Hemorrhage…Falwell and Robertson: a Heavy Burden for Evangelicals.

Peraica-Stewart.

Tony Peraica, fresh from an encounter with the energized anti-right wing devil exorcist Todd Stroger, will be on my WLS-AM “Political Shootout” Sunday along with Nadig newspaper commentator and prescient news analyst Russ Stewart. Peraica will seek to prove that he does not emit sulphur from his nostrils. And that he won’t sign legislation to force all women to conceive more and more children if he becomes county board president. Nor will he give a top job to Alan Keyes. Stewart, a noted wizard of electoral statistics will calculate a change from what initially looked like a Peraica defeat to the beginnings of a very slight chance Peraica can win. Question: can a Republican candidate with not-so-great funding capitalize on unparalleled county corruption to win? Stewart is one of the few who can chart the heavy odds.

Devine-Bauer.

Cook county states attorney Dick Devine, a popular Democrat, will be guest lecturer on my Roosevelt University political science course on Thursday, November 16th at 6 p.m. Devine was born on the North Side, one of five children of William Devine, a city employee and Helen, a housewife. He attended Loyola Academy, Loyola University where he received a degree in history and Northwestern University law school. He went to work for the city, became an executive assistant to Mayor Richard J. Daley. Three years later he left for private law practice; then in 1980 returned to public life as first assistant states’ attorney to then States Attorney Richard M. Daley.

After three years in law partnerships, Devine ran for state’s attorney in 1996 and scored what many saw as a surprise upset of Republican Jack O’Malley. He lives in the same north side neighborhood where he grew up with his wife Charlene. They have three sons and a daughter—including two high school teachers, a law student and a police officer. If you were to drop by Hoops, the gym on Chicago’s near West Side at noon any Monday, Wednesday or Friday you would see a group of middle-aged men playing basketball in the Windy City Senior Basketball League, one of which is the 59-year-old Devine. The states attorney will speak on state prosecutors and the Courts at 6 p.m. Thursday, November 16.

Another guest lecturer who will talk about prosecutors and the Courts from a wide perspective will be retired federal Circuit Court of Appeals Judge William Bauer, a candid, witty and no-holds-barred speaker who is famous for his memorable lectures on the circuit. Bill Bauer started off as the elected states attorney of DuPage…was named U. S. Attorney for the Northern District of Illinois where he hired Jim Thompson as his first assistant…ran the office that prosecuted Otto Kerner…after which Bauer was named a federal judge and then elevated to the Court of Appeals. We’re very lucky to have him speak to us on his many roles: elected state prosecutor, appointive federal prosecutor, appointive federal district judge and appointive circuit court of appeals judge. He will speak on Thursday. November 2 at 7 p.m.

Circulation Hemorrhage.

In an attempt to stanch its circulation hemorrhage, the “Sun-Times” under new editor Michael Cooke spun up yesterday as its front page story POWER LUNCH (aping the back sports page) featuring Oprah and Mayor Daley at pro-abort Hedy Ratner’s Women’s Business Development Center lunch. Ratner should pinch herself at her luck. It would have rated placement on page 57 behind the corset ads at any normal newspaper era. But John Barron didn’t give the paper enough oomph and now the crass sensationalist Michael Cooke will try.

In the story, Oprah, who earlier endorsed Barack Obama for president (wonder why?), told a pathetically groveling Rod Blagojevich that she is grateful for all he does (huh?). Inside the taste-debased paper, huge railroad gothic headlines proclaim juicy divorce stories and black exploitative sensational stories. The style is based on the New York “Daily News” format of sticking a little ginger under the editorial horse’s tail to purportedly promote style. Question: are Chicagoans truly so drugged by entertainment that they will not read newspapers—reacting like the people in Aldous Huxley’s novel “Brave New World” who only responded to sensations transmitted from screens known as “the feelies”? If so, God help us all.



Evangelicals.

I used to think Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson are getting bad press because they do not share mainstream media’s liberal preoccupations…but after meeting them both I have to say they are so medieval, laced with mindless staccato biblical quotes, that they richly deserve the opprobrium. When he was running for president, Robertson told me about a terrific storm that was headed for his mammoth television studio in Virginia Beach. He said he knelt down to pray and the storm detoured and took out a third of Front Royal. Anyone who believes God acts that way…that he is on such a wave-length with Almighty God…and that by force of his prayer can re-direct a storm to hit innocent people (God being convinced Robertson is worth more than they) is a nut-bar…which unfortunately threatens to hold all Protestant evangelicalism to be held in disrepute.

Likewise, the clownish Falwell, complete with pinky ring, who could easily be cast as Willy Loman in any second-rate theatrical production, brings cynicism to true evangelism. He recently said Hillary Clinton resembles the devil incarnate. When he spoke at the City Club 29 years ago, picketers showed up with “Down with Falwell” signs. They stirred up excitement. I thought they were rather illiterate leftists when they talked to me, and sure enough one told me they were hired by Falwell’s people to gin up media excitement. Suffice it to say he belongs in the same Jesus Jumper cadre as the late Amy Semple McPherson and the fictional Elmer Gantry…a disreputable stereotype which blackens all legit evangelical ministers. Robertson and Falwell are seldom mentioned—because they are an embarrassment—in the most impressive, classic evangelical Protestant publication in the country which I read every week, “World” magazine.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Personal Asides: The Awfulness of the New “Sun-Times” Makeup Courtesy of the Returned Michael Cooke the No-Taste Guy…Remember the Haymarket Center Dinner Dance…And Here’s to Jake Parrillo, Trustee!

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Awful Makeover.

As you picked up your “Sun-Times” today you noticed the huge black headlines with the grace of railroad sign warnings…which tells you that the paper finally found something for its foundling Michael Cooke to do—screw up its appearance. Cooke is the guy who left amid much applause to take on the prestigious job of editor of the New York “Daily News”—only to be relieved…as the New York staff was itself relieved…by his removal not long afterward. Only to return like the bad penny. He is noted for his lack of gracefulness and sensational tabloid bluntness. And you saw the result today when his power kicked in and he can cook the stew to his liking. It’s one thing to be the Democratic party newspaper of record…and another to splash the makeup with such low taste as to rival the cheapest issue that can be found of the “National Enquirer.”

Haymarket.

As a board member of Haymarket Center…the organization founded by Msgr. Ignatius McDermott to treat alcoholics and drug addicts…I am honor bound to keep reminding you of the group’s dinner dance which is the only fund-raiser on its calendar. It will be a sumptuous evening, really. It’ll be held on Tuesday, October 24 at Drury Lane, Oakbrook Terrace, reception at 6 p.m., dinner at 7 p.m. and dancing to the lovely strains of the Stanley Paul orchestra. Honorees will be members of the Chicago Police Department. For reservations call (312) 226-7984 extension 314 and tell them Tom Roeser wants you to get a good seat or table. Cost: $50 a seat, $500 a table. Come there and meet the entire group of a very worthwhile organization.

Jake’s Night Out.

The adroit webmeister of this Blog is a young man who’s doing a great job—for me and for all his clients: Jake Parrillo. Jake is a Frankfort Village Trustee and he’s up for reelection. He’s holding “Jake Parrillo’s 3rd Annual Oktoberfest Celebration” on Monday, October 30 at Chef Klaus’ Die Bier Stube, 679 LaGrange Road, Frankfort 60423. Keynoter will be none other than Rep. Tom Cross, Republican leader of the state House who has done a wonderful job in supporting bright young talent like Jake. Lillian and I will be there to contribute to Jake’s political betterment. It goes for $30 a ticket, $50 a couple with a whole list of prestigious sponsorships. Time: 5:30 to 8:00 p.m. Here’s a link to more information. Take the time to honor Jake and meet a good number of his fans including the Roeser’s.

Flashback: The Premier of Ireland Arrives Amid a Hubbub. Humphrey’s Sage Advice About the Premier’s Wife: “You’ll Want to Watch Her. She’s Nuts.”

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All the planning in the world to get my governor reelected in 1962 had to take second place, on occasion, to defer to the ceremonials of the job as state chief executive which Elmer Andersen took very seriously indeed. While my mind was filled with strategies for defeating Karl Rolvaag, I was called into the governor’s office and told to set these things aside for a time. Something really big was about to happen. What could possibly dwarf our interest in getting reelected? The prime minister of Ireland was about to come to heavily Irish St. Paul and attend Mass at the Cathedral of Saint Paul. It was loaded with political significance for it would be the first time a high Irish dignitary would visit the city. Which meant that all the public officials would be at Mass to be celebrated by the Archbishop of St. Paul and Minneapolis, Leo Binz. The governor of Minnesota, obviously, would be the host. Attending would be the two United States Senators, Hubert Humphrey and Eugene McCarthy, the entire roster of state constitutional officers, the Congressmen from St. Paul and Minneapolis, the mayors of St. Paul and Minneapolis, heads of the two branches of the legislature, the city councils of both cities and many senior business and labor union officials.

“Since I am to be the host and am not Catholic,” said the Governor, “and since you are the only Catholic working for me, I nominate you as the minister of protocol. And you must run liaison between the archbishop and his people and us. For example, what am I as a Lutheran supposed to do at Mass—kneel? I won’t kneel because it is not sanctioned in my church. Obviously I shall not receive the Lord’s Supper…” which I corrected as Communion. “…Communion, then. See? That’s why you have the job. At the same time, I want to show my deepest respect for the Catholic religion [meaning in this election year]. Another question: I take it my wife and I will be in the front of the church—the front pew, do you call it? I will want to sit directly next to the Premier so as to be in the pictures when they are taken. Where will the two Senators sit? Where will Judd sit who isn’t particularly fond of me? Now the Speaker of the House is not a Catholic but he should be right up front, because I like him. The Lieutenant Governor [Karl Rolvaag his gubernatorial opponent]: where will he sit? If he is sober, I don’t mind him sitting in my pew. If he’s drunk as he usually is I don’t want him sitting near me. His wife is also frequently drunk. You will have to handle this and make such decisions on a moment’s notice so as not to embarrass us. Okay?

“The House majority leader, Donald Wozniak, is a Catholic but I cannot stand him so don’t by any means put him near me. My wife’s first cousin, Senator Stan Holmquist is not Catholic but she wishes him to sit near us. What are the rules for the media to attend and take TV shots of the Mass? I would like them to attend but what is the protocol in your Church for this kind of thing? I am handing this all to you. The Archbishop is a new man and has not been here very long. I’ve only met him once. What do I do when I meet him on this occasion? Don’t tell me I kiss his ring because I will absolutely not. Do I shake his hand? Also does the British consul sit near us? The Irish consul, I would imagine, would take precedence. You are not known for your expertise at protocol so you better get out of here and learn about it. And don’t let this interfere with your other duties like handling my news conferences, writing my speeches, writing my news releases. And you must give me a thorough briefing paper about the situation in Ireland with respect to Britain so I can sound knowledgeable. That’s all I can think of at the moment.”

When I got back to my desk I got a phone call from the Governor: “I just thought of something else. Other church dignitaries will attend. My Lutheran bishop—I’d like him up front. The Episcopal bishop should be there, too. Then Rabbi Gunther Plaut will be there and he is usually ignored. Don’t let that happen to him. He should be up front. But if the Unitarian minister comes I can’t think of his name just now, I don’t want him in front because I don’t like him and disagree with his theology. One more thing: can you arrange it so the Catholic members of the legislature tend to sit more up front as they would like to be there I am sure. Finally, watch Humphrey. He’s a showboat and will try to get in the picture. Don’t put him near me. Put him near Rolvaag. Okay? Also what about security? The Premier is a high official. We don’t want him assassinated on our watch. Coordinate with the state troopers. That’s all I can think of for now.”

So I called a meeting of state troopers, none of them Catholic, who agreed to help me run this thing. Then I ran over to the Cathedral and sat down with the archbishop, the Most Rev. Leo Binz. He said, “This is what I am going to do. Every dignitary from Minnesota should arrive early and be seated. I have talked to the Irish consul and they want the Premier and his wife to be escorted in later, after everyone is seated—so as to make a big splash. Okay with me. In fact, I will start off by blessing the Cathedral which we do at High Mass. Do you remember how the blessing goes?”

I thought so. “Let me fill you in. The celebrant of the Mass—me—takes what is known as the Aspergirrom which is this spoon-like device, dips it into a bucket and walks down the aisle shaking off the holy water first one side then another. Like this” and he waved a make-believe Aspirgirrom to his right and left. “I will be notified that the Premier and his wife will be standing at the rear door of the Cathedral so I will march down the center aisle shaking the holy water to and fro. When I get to the rear door, I will greet the Premier and his wife and they will follow me up the center aisle to take their place in the left front pew right next to the Governor and his wife. Be sure that they wait. You will learn that I am a stickler for ceremony and I am relieved that you as a Catholic will be in charge of protocol.”

Mass was to be at high noon. The dignitaries—Senators, congressmen, state lawmakers, mayors—all arrived on time, surprisingly and were shown to their assigned seats much as if they were going to a wedding with the state troopers escorting them which the elected officials thought was nifty. As Humphrey and his wife were escorted down the aisle, Humphrey beckoned to me with a raised finger. I thought: what now? I went over. He whispered, “you will want to watch out for her.” I said: “who?” He said, “Her. The premier’s wife.” I said: “why?” He said, “she’s nuts.” I said, “huh?” He said, “she’s nuts. I watched her when she was in Washington. Mad as a March hare.” Our whispering was being frowned at by my boss the governor who didn’t care for the fact that I knew Humphrey pretty well—so I said, “okay, I’ll watch out.” Humphrey said: “Do that. Really nuts.”

I headed back down the aisle to the rear door so as to be on hand when the Premier and his wife arrived. They were walking up the steps. She didn’t look nuts to me—but I never have doubted Humphrey’s acumen at times like this. Then the bells rang and the Archbishop came out on the altar. He took into his hands a bucket of holy water and the Aspergirrum, a kind of bulb on a wand that looked not unlike a portable microphone. He dipped it into the bucket and to the sound of majestic organ music led a procession, followed by priests and curates down the aisle, waving the bulbous instrument filled with holy water as the Catholics in the pews blessed themselves and knelt. At the back to the church, I was holding the Premier and his wife back from entering, telling them that they would be greeted by the Archbishop. The TV cameras decided to film this ceremony, running—improperly, I thought—backwards and filming as the Archbishop approached. The Archbishop didn’t seem to be perturbed that they were filming him so I decided it was all right. The backward running photographers with their cameras whirring detoured gracefully and the Premier and his wife approached the Archbishop as he held in his hands the sacred bulbous instrument with which he had blessed the church.

Then I found out what Humphrey had meant about the Premier’s wife. She advanced on the startled Archbishop, took the bulbous instrument from him and spoke into it—thinking it was a microphone—saying, “On behalf of all the people or Ireland my husband Sean Lemass the Taoiseach [literal title in Gaelic] are happy to greet you, Archbishop!” The irreverent TV cameramen tittered with laughter and one, backing up to get a wider arc film, went over backward, falling head over heels, shouting in fear, with camera rattling down the 27 marble steps to the sidewalk while all the other cameramen decided to record it, angering the Premier’s wife, Kathleen Hughes Lemass who felt they were being topped by a stupid cameraman. She made a pass for the bulbous instrument which the Archbishop pulled away from her. Finally, they followed the Archbishop into the cathedral and down the aisle, the prelate handing the blessed bulb to an altar boy.

When I got back to my pew, I could feel Humphrey’s eyes on me. I looked at him and he gave me a sign that meant: I told you so. That Mass was the first time I saw Wanda the Weather Bunny, the former non-meteorologist TV star from Norway, the volunteer DFL publicist who was such a fan of Humphrey’s—there demurely with her rich husband. At a reception—coffee and rolls—in the Church hall she approached and said with a lilting accent: “Your governor is such a nice man. He is of Norwegian descent, no?” Yes, I said. “I am very impressed with him,” she said. I said—“but you are a Democrat, no?” She said surprisingly: “no—just for good government.” I wondered about that—but not long. I grabbed a cup of coffee and seeing Humphrey across the room, told him how the Premier’s wife mistook the Archbishop’s holy water bulb for a TV microphone.

“It could have been worse,” he said. Then as we joshed, he turned serious and said: “Don’t get used to your fine surroundings, Roeser.” I won’t, I said. By the way, I fortified old Rolvaag over there with a good shot of sacramental wine. Was that okay? I walked away, vowing: Hubert, I’ll see you in hell before you take the governorship away from us—even from this weak liberal haphazard nondescript Republican governor I’m working for.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Personal Asides: Did Clinton Really “Lose it”? Or Was it Another Mahton…Bahton…and Fish?...New Additions to the Roosevelt U Lecture List: IL Manufacturers’ Greg Baise..State Senator and DuPage GOP Chair Kirk Dillard…Former GOP Gubernatorial Candidate

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Clinton, Mahton…Bahton…and Fish.

Tempting as it would be to think that Bill Clinton really blew it, referring to Chris Wallace’s smirk on his face, raising the specter of the Far Right conspiracy yet again, tying Rupert Murdock into it…in an attempt to cover his hind quarters over his failure to kill Bin Laden…this skilled politician skillfully applied the axiom: never lose your temper unless for effect. You must remember that in that interview Clinton had no place to go. A technically bad decision to be interviewed by Fox News led to questions to which no one—not even Clinton—can give supportable answers. So when confronted with that problem, the political axiom goes, appeal to your base: defend yourself with visible anger, resurrect the notion of persecution by the far-right.

In 1936 with a recession begin to revive casting doubt on his palliatives, FDR looked around and saw the Republicans gathering strength. He was being assailed by Joe Martin the House GOP leader…by ad money raised by ad mogul Bruce Barton of BBD&0…and by insults to his patriotism by his own upstate New York Congressman, Hamilton Fish. That led Robert Sherwood to write the diatribe wherein FDR listed his enemies as economic royalists and harpooned a litany of names which an excitable Democratic crowd helped him say by shouting back to him—“Martin…Barton…and Fish!” We have fought the reactionaries through passage of Social Security and farm aid, said Roosevelt—but we have been hobbled by the trio of…

Crowd: “Martin, Barton and Fish!” Or as FDR said in his sonorous New York accent: Mahton…Bahton…and Fish.

He didn’t have the time or Sherwood to think up a variant of Mahton…Bahton…and Fish, but by and large, Clinton came out all right…with just a little hair singeing…in what could have been a very dangerous situation. He electrified the Democratic party’s base. He was overheard later in the anteroom threatening to fire the staffer who had signed him up for Fox which more than anything else showed the magnitude of the danger. Going on Fox was the error—but Clinton got out of the box by feigning anger and did it well. That doesn’t mean that there is no doubt about his performance as president anent terrorism. A host of lies and overstatements came from his lips in his own defense…especially the whopper that Richard Clarke was fired (a blooper that appeared also in the ABC documentary)…but Clinton survived an ambush by Wallace that no other reputable newsman would try. The bluster may not have been effective with independents and Republicans but won well with the liberal base and Clinton escaped without much political harm. The residual effect of the ABC program and the Wallace questions harms his reputation, no doubt. But it could have been oh so much worse.

Compare this to the tirade the Stroger people unleashed under the tutelage of Mike Noonan, the campaign manager to obfuscate decades of misrule by Stroger and the Democrats. The Cook county Democrats are in grave trouble and there’s no way to escape except by throwing up a ghost scare of far-right zanies. In the City Club debate, Todd Stroger obediently used Noonan’s catchwords including “Alan Keyes Republicans.” He had a full house of county employees at the City Club and so the Stroger tirade worked out pretty well in the short run. But carried on by Noonan on WTTW-TV later that night in a debate with Dan Proft of Peraica’s staff, the rant didn’t score. Noonan was too excitable, relying too much on repetitive far-right hysterics. You mean to tell me that the most Democratic county in the nation is on the verge of falling into the hands of…gasp…Alan Keyes and the blue-nose anti-aborts, anti-birth control freaks who force women to have children and who warn of Communists overdoing the fluoride in the water, turning government over to the strident evangelical campground Jesus Jumpers? Mike, my spiritual son, give all of us a break.

Still…you must remember that Mike Noonan is the best campaign manager and strategist the Democratic party has: he is the man who managed the campaign in the heart of Republican McHenry county that got Democrat Jack Franks elected by an eyelash…and enabled Franks to build on that victory to an unassailable position now. What Noonan has to do now is to devise a completely positive, even stringent, progressive platform for his candidate, outlining cuts, eschewing tax hikes, issuing a blueprint for reform. Mike’s weakness is that he will try to make Alan Keyes the perpetual hob-goblin in the campaign. If Keyes is, Noonan and his candidate marionette, could lose. I have faith in Noonan the savvy. But if you continually keep hearing Alan Keyes-Alan Keyes and see the pumpkin-head always raised on a stick as a far-right gargoyle, you know that Noonan hasn’t hit on a positive program for the campaign yet. If he doesn’t, the Democrats may very well blow it. Time is ebbing fast.

New Additions to the Roosevelt Lecture Circuit.

New additions to my Roosevelt University lecture circuit are Greg Baise, former Illinois Secretary of Transportation and holder of one of the most prestigious jobs in economic policy-making: president of the Illinois Manufacturers Association. Greg has an inventive proposal for reform of the Illinois General Assembly. He has been in the forefront of state policy-making since he began with Governor Jim Thompson many years ago. He will speak on October 19 at 6 p.m. Baise can talk about his experience in the governor’s office, as a governor’s choice cabinet officer and now a major advocate for business in the state. He was also the highly successful campaign manager for Ronald Reagan in this state in 1984—and Reagan carried the state. So he can talk about several constituencies: executive, bureaucracy, business and political party.

Following him on the same night, October 19—only at 7 p.m.—will be a powerful leader of the Illinois Republican party, State Sen. Kirk Dillard, who is also the Republican chairman of DuPage county. Kirk was administrative assistant to Governor Jim Edgar and is also in the private practice of law. Like his friend Greg Baise, Kirk Dillard can talk about several constituencies: the executive office of governor…the legislature…and the political party.

Speaking the next week—October 26 at 6 p.m. will be Ron Gidwitz, former CEO of Helene Curtis, now a private entrepreneur and a candidate for the Republican gubernatorial nomination in the March primary. He is former chairman of the state Board of Education and has been a Republican committeeman of the 43rd Chicago ward and has been a key player in business circles in Chicago for many years. Thus he is well equipped to talk about the constituencies of business…state government…and political party. More speakers coming.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Personal Asides: Peraica, Stroger, Noonan Himself All “Personally Opposed--But”—So Cut the Subterfuge, Mr. Noonan…Sign Up Today for the “Father Mac” Haymarket Dinner Dance...Congratulations to John Kass for Writing Up Stufflebeam.

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At the City Club of Chicago debate and later on WTTW-TV, Todd Stroger manager Mike Noonan has attempted to evade legitimate charges of misfeasance and malfeasance of the Democrats’ management of Cook County government. How? By charging that Tony Peraica is “pro-life,” that he is “anti-gay” and that he is a far-right tool who is going to block poor women from receiving abortions with county funds. Noonan, a personal friend of mine who is always welcome to be on my show, knows that this is a subterfuge and cover-up—a dodge and diversion to evade with code-words the true assessment for the Democrats’ responsibility for mismanagement of the county—a mismanagement that is readily documented in daily headlines, FBI records seizures and journalistic investigation stories. If Noonan can frighten blacks and the poor into thinking that the specter of Herbert Hoover in a celluloid collar is coming to slash funds, he can get his pawn Todd Stroger elected on the cheap—without having to outline a program. So Noonan has raised the charge that Peraica is not only “pro-life” but will inflict his medieval view on all citizens of the county. The charge ranks with the worst demagoguery of the past quarter century in local politics.

First, much as I regret to say it, Tony Peraica is not in any strict sense a pro-lifer. God knows I wish he were. He is a “personally opposed” Catholic who has said on my radio show that he will not lift a finger to return to the old days when fellow Catholic—and philosophically committed—George Dunne ended taxpayer paid abortions at county. “Personally opposed” Catholics on the issue of abortion are a dime a dozen. They include John Stroger and Todd Stroger, who have insisted that they are Catholics and probably “personally oppose” the practice but allow it to continue as a matter of public policy. They also include Richard M. Daley, Maggie Daley, Mike, Lisa and Shirley Madigan, Pat Quinn, Dan Hynes, Judy Baar Topinka, Richard Durbin, Mike Quigley, Tom Tunney and Carole Mosley-Braun to name only a few of a host of other rudderless Catholics who in the interest of getting elected and reelected rise above principle on the greatest moral issue of our time. The list of “personally opposed but” Catholics includes the Kennedys, Joe Biden and Chris Dodd. Catholic Mike Noonan belongs in that group along with Peraica—as Noonan well knows. Unless he wants to formally renounce his Church right now—and I take it he doesn’t—Noonan and those listed above are “personally opposed—but” Catholics. No different from Tony Peraica. Why then have I endorsed “personally opposed—but” Tony Peraica and not “personally opposed—but” Todd Stroger?

I have endorsed Peraica despite the fact that as a Catholic myself, I abhor “personally opposed—but” Catholics not because I have any illusions that he will restore a sense of pro-life to our community—but because in contrast to the weak, flailing and inept Todd Stroger he is the only possible choice for people who want to see someone shovel out the trash and corruption from county government. Period. Here I have no expectant illusions about Peraica…any more than the “Sun-Times’” Mark Brown, an abortion rights supporter, has any illusions about Peraica…or the editorial board of the “Tribune” about Peraica…or Rich Miller who calls himself a progressive Democrat has any illusions about Peraica. The choice of Peraica is a necessity because of the gross incompetence and venal exploitation of the Strogers and the Democratic party.

Again, the “personally opposed—but” Mike Noonan (who still is a personal friend and who can get on my program any time he wants) who has launched this smokescreen is no different from “personally opposed—but” Peraica. As an observant Catholic who upholds all the traditions of its theology, I wish they were not “personally opposed—but” but that is not to be. But for the sake of honest discussion of the issues, Mike Noonan and his creation, Todd Stroger ought to give the issue of abortion a rest. It is a duplicitous subterfuge as all these evasive faint-hearted Catholics are the same on the issue of abortion…and, for that matter, the same on the issue of gay-rights which is another prime moral teaching of the Church. Tony Peraica and the other Catholic Republicans on the Board first supported the Gay Games, then withdrew their support but in the cover-up insist that, just like abortion, they are “personally opposed—but.” Traditional family values doesn’t belong in this debate because you can’t trust a single one of them, Republican or Democrat, on this issue.

So let’s begin to conduct the debate over who is the best choice of manager for county government by putting aside the patent evasion that campaign strategist Noonan and his created candidate Todd Stroger have raised…that Peraica is a kind of Operation Rescue right-to-life activist. I wish he were but he’s not. There are too many other things to take legitimate issue about other than who is more “personally opposed—but.” I don’t give many of the Catholics in public policy much credence on this issue—least of all Peraica, the Strogers or Noonan. I wish I could. But Mike Noonan and Todd: don’t try to kid the troops with a phony issue involving clothes hangers and back alley abortions. Since all the players are duplicitous here, it doesn’t wash. The issue is: who is better suited to clear up the corruption…a party that has been in county power for 40 years or a party with a new leader? I am willing to give Peraica a chance. It’s now the option of Todd Stroger and the man who pulls his strings, Mike Noonan, to proceed with the campaign and outline their plans for budget cutting and fiscal responsibility—with specifics.

Father Mac.

Here’s the first in a number of invitations you’ll get from me to sign up to be with all of us at the annual Father Ignatius D. McDermott “Haymarket Center Dinner Dance” on Tuesday, October 24 at Drury Lane in Oakbrook Terrace. It costs $50 a plate, $500 a table the funds going to the upkeep and support of Fr. Mac’s creation, Haymarket Center on the West Side of Chicago. You’ll have a chance to greet all of us…I’m a board member of Haymarket…eat delicious food, dance to the music of the renowned Stanley Paul orchestra. Social hour begins at 6 p.m., dinner at 7 p.m. The dinner will pay tribute to the Chicago Police Department and its many workers who take care of the indigent and homeless, bringing them to Haymarket which turns no one away. Phone your reservation in to Haymarket (312) 236 -7984 extension 314…and tell them Tom Roeser asked you to call!

John Kass.

The “Tribune” columnist is the very first major league political columnist to give serious thought…and he hasn’t said he will do it, remember…to writing in the name of Randy Stufflebeam for governor as a protest to the lousy choice we have in Illinois between Rod Blagojevich and Judy Baar Topinka. There’s no thought whatsoever that Randy Stufflebeam, an earnest, top-notch ex-Marine can win…but for those of us who are dismayed at the choice his name provides a welcome escape. The idea that one should hold his/her nose and vote for Topinka is unacceptable since she will continue the domination of the Republican party to the “Combine’ that John Kass has astutely called the bipartisan collection of rogues who profit from politics and cut deals in the interest solely of their own financial bettement. That has to stop. It won’t stop if you elect Topinka. Allowing the Republican party to lose gives us one more chance to purge the leadership and set up the machinery for an honest party—so this state will have a truly two-party choice again. S-t-u-f-f-l-e-b-e-a-m: there, that wasn’t too hard, was it?