Friday, January 5, 2007

So After Ogilvie Got Elected President of the Cook County Board, We All Sat Down for Lunch: Charlie Barr, Billy the Kid and Me.

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[More memories from 50-plus years in politics for my kids and grandchildren].

Charlie Barr, the Kansas-born attorney who became Standard Oil (Ind.)’s first full time public affairs officer…and who was the original Illinois board member of what would be the “Draft Goldwater” campaign…was a godfather of 1960s conservatism in Illinois. Barr was far less a lobbyist (although he was required to do some of that) than principled philosopher of business, believing that CEOs should abjure neutrality and get involved hip-deep in saving private enterprise. When he started, he had the enthusiastic support of top management—but when they realized he meant what he said—that business should take tough stands and aggressively support their champions in politics—they faded back, resorting to their public relations advisers who counseled them not to get overly involved.

In the early to middle `60s, Barr was top-of-the-heap, although he was never made a company officer. He didn’t encourage people like his CEO John Swearingen to get too much involved in fund-raising duties for Republicans; he did a great deal of it in Swearingen’s name himself. He was a self-taught strategist and expert in six major activities. First, a brilliant fund-raiser who developed contacts with other corporations to produce on-the-spot money. Second, he was an anti-vote-fraud expert and pioneered a way to fight it. After the 1960 election where vote-fraud in Illinois was credited with defeating Richard Nixon, Barr formed a cadre of volunteer lawyers and specialists to go to the polls in 1962 and spot instances of fraud—calling them vocally to the attention of the election judges and phoning states’ attorney staffers and the media to alert the abuse. He called his cadre “Operation Eagle Eye” which Hubert Humphrey referred to disparagingly as “Operation Evil Eye.” Barr got funding for it (it was an arm of the Illinois GOP), put on anti-vote-fraud clinics and saw that other corporations cooperated in sending out volunteers on election day. For these two reasons alone, the drive-by media of the day—with the exception of the aristocratic banker-like George Tagge, political editor of “The Tribune,” despised Barr.

Third, Barr was a formidable talent-finder. He discovered a suburban leader named Hayes Robertson, groomed him, kept him from making novice mistakes and got him elected Republican chairman of Cook county and later run him for governor (albeit unsuccessfully—since by then Barr’s favor with his Standard Oil bosses was beginning to run out). But until that happened, it was fun for a corporate novice like myself to join Barr and Tagge at lunch and watch them shape the news…Tagge ticking off things for Barr to do, Barr retorting with points Tagge should make—sometimes both exasperated with each other. Tagge was one of the most important figures in Illinois politics: nor was he a corrupt reporter. The story came first but he was firm in his view of interpretative reporting (exactly what Lynn Sweet is doing today for the “Sun-Times”).

Fourth, Barr was indisputably a giant in the field of presidential backroom politics: I’ve sat with such people as Leonard Hall, Thruston Morton, Meade Alcorn, Ray Bliss and Haley Barbour (Barbour the berstof them all) in regional versions of such meetings (not presidential) but for my money Barr, with his folksy down-home rural manner and ingenious poker-player manner which covered a first-rate intellect, had them all of them but Barbour and would tie Barbour in practical application and surpass him easily in conceptual politics. Fifth, Barr was a master in cognitive mastery of how the media should cover a campaign advantageously—which Tagge despite all his druthers had to acknowledge.

Sixth, Barr was a brilliant self-educated political scientist, philosophical idealist wedded to practical vision. Barr’s vision was this: business must supply the same sinew to Republican political activity as does organized labor for the Democrats—but they should play it safe, turning the spade work over to professionals of his own mode. His blueprint showed a political quotient for picking CEOs, board members, forming public affairs departments, re-energizing trade associations, reclaiming errant philanthropic agencies that strayed from their originators designs (all encased in neat legal formulae). His philosophical concepts were based on the reading of Edmund Burke, John Randolph’s views at the Virginia convention, Thomas Babington Macauley, Benjamin Disraeli, Walter Bagehot, Paul Elmer Moore, T. S. Eliot, George Santayana, Michael Oakeshott and Russell Kirk.

Barr’s great worry was hack careerists who would matriculate through government, leave, become lobbyists and capture the Republican party, subordinate its philosophy, debase natural pragmatism to bordello-level for lobbying and self enrichment, meld the party with the Democratic, substitute the gold of principle for base hybrid alloy of cheap metal. For that reason, he believed Republicans should eschew governmental buildup, tax hikes, the creation of multitudinous new state agencies, the wish to appear to be all things to all men—and stick with abstemious conservative dogma: low overhead, tax cuts whenever possible and traditional moral principle. He believed strongly that young professionals Republicans bring to government ought to serve and then go back to the private sector, either as public affairs people who would understand limited government—or go up the ladder in the entrepreneurial and management side of business.

He reasoned that there will be times when this innate conservatism will keep Republicans out of office by the enticements to mobocracy extended by liberal Democrats—but the cycle will turn as the people grow tired of liberal blandishments when voters will turn to Republicans. His mission was to see that corporations should understand and grasp principle themselves.

Armed with that philosophy, Barr got involved early in 1962 in a movement to draft Barry Goldwater for president in 1964. Working with F. Clifton White of New York, Barr became the Midwest operative whenever they would meet, as they would in a rundown motel near Michigan avenue, the Essex. Barr was joined by John Grenier, a Birmingham, Alabama lawyer, a pioneer in the state’s fast-growing Republican party; Bill Rusher, who had been national chairman of the Young Republicans, a former Hill lawyer and publisher of Bill Buckley’s “National Review.” Barr recruited a host of young, aggressive people for the Goldwater effort, including Dick Ogilvie who had just been elected the Republican sheriff of Cook county. Barr’s goal was to send Ogilvie and others forth like the disciples of Christ…go forth and do good: get elected, conservatize government, serve for a time and go back to the private sector to energize it to conservative ways. But it was clear that this wasn’t going to work. After the Goldwater campaign, Ogilvie began a quick climb upward, just like Billy the Kid. He ran for president of the Cook county board and got elected. But rather than try to conservatize the county…which Barr sorely wanted him to do…Ogilvie’s goal was just like Billy’s—use the momentum to run in 1968 for governor and move on, leaving the county to flounder.

Barr was then in his early 50s. His big goal was to retire early and teach. Harvard had just opened the John F. Kennedy Institute of Politics and Barr sorely wanted to be the first corporate public affairs person to be picked to teach at the Institute. Sadly, he was not: in fact, after he faded, it was I, his faithful steward who became the first. f I always felt Charlie should have gotten it. He did start a teaching career at American University in Washington toward the end of his life.

You could not find a man who was more opposite to Charlie than Billy the Kid, another friend of mine…canny, street-smart, laconic, cynical but not crooked…so polar opposite to Barr that as they both struggled to communicate, I feared the both of them—years my senior—in trying to find common ground would dispute so heatedly they would have joint cerebral hemorrhages. At one time, Billy pressed two thumbs to the hollows on the sides of his head and said “wait-wait, goddamit, I’m going to have a nice little stroke right here and you just caused it.” Philosophy wasn’t a big thing for Bill Stratton, two-time U. S. Congressman-at-Large, two-time state treasurer, one-time loser for secretary of state, two-term governor of Illinois, one-time loser (by 1966) for a third term.

The denouement of a longstanding battle between them was waged at the Merchandise Mart’s M & M Club after Billy and I did a coin toss for who paid (both of us were members, Charlie the guest) and Bill lost, meaning he had to pony up on the Canteen Corporation’s dime. The issue was Dick Ogilvie, the sheriff, who just won the presidency of the county board, who was clearly going to move ahead in two years and run for governor.

There: I’ve set the stage. I have to quit because would you believe it, my wife insists I have to go to bed early in order to get up at 5:45 a.m. tomorrow in order to be at the Resurrection Hospital work-out room where all of us post-bypass people work out with the nurses taking your blood pressure before and after…and giving you hell about being overweight which I am. But I’ve set the stage: next time…Monday…the debate between two giants which served as an antecedent to what has happened to the Illinois Republican party. Adios.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Personal Asides: Political Trivia Question…Jack Roeser and Dorothy Brown Kick Off `07 on WLS’s “Political Shootout.”

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Trivia.

Without search engines, who was the last African American to seek a major party nomination for president?

Jack and Dorothy.

After a two-week Christmas-New Year’s hiatus, “Political Shootout” on WLS-AM (890) resumes with two four-star guests…Jack Roeser, often called Illinois Super-Conservative…(no relation to me)…an engineering genius, a progressive re-builder of decayed areas in Carpentersville where his Otto Engineering is located…a philanthropist of countless charities which he declines to name…a far-sighted advocate of educational reform in the inner-cities and elsewhere…

…a generous contributor to political campaigns who unlike many has no pecuniary axe to grind but who insists on integrity-filled performance from those he endorses…a political reformer…a wiry sailor who captained a team that won the grueling Mackinac Island sailing race and which continues to compete…all this and a captivating story-teller who can produce better-than-average dialect stories including ones with Irish brogue. This will be Jack’s maiden voyage on “Political Shootout.” His views are of major importance as the Illinois Republican party seeks to rebuild after a catastrophic campaign season of 2006.

He will be joined by Dorothy Brown…who is vitally interested in a major campaign of 2007…the personable and vigorous Clerk of the Circuit Court of Cook county, a lawyer and MBA, who has taken on the enormous task of running for mayor of Chicago against Richard M. Daley. A woman of great articulation and vision, this will be the second time she appears on “Shootout.” Recently she has mounted an aggressive criticism of the current city administration—pointing out short-comings and opportunities she hopes to capitalize upon if elected.

A Thorny Question of Religion for Obama.

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DID HE BECOME A MUSLIM WHILE ATTENDING A RELIGIOUS SCHOOL AS A KID? IF SO, HE’S GOT A PROBLEM-- NO MATTER HIS CHRISTIAN FAITH NOW.

If He Became One Even Temporarily as a Child, it Could Immensely Complicate His Presidential Candidacy. Father’s Likely Affiliation Basis the “Hussein” Middle Name, Mother’s Remarriage to Indonesian in Heavily Muslim Country Points to Strong Possibility.

Two Pronged Political Headache: Americans May Not Want a former Muslim President…and, As if You Didn’t know, Muslims Vow Vengeance on all who leave the Faith. Is This a Hillary-Fomented Backlash? Just Asking.


Media Not Going Out of Their Way to Confront Senator with Religious Question

Unlike the Tack They Used in 1960 Against Catholic John F. Kennedy.

Senator’s Office Insists Question is “Bigoted Attack!”

By Thomas F. Roeser

[Updated Story from The Wanderer, the oldest national Catholic weekly.]

CHICAGO—A Barack Obama Democratic intra-party backlash has started, with a blog item from the “Sun-Times’” astute political writer Lynn Sweet, significant in this birth-state of Hillary Clinton where the regnant Democratic party would have endorsed her for president except for its favorite son, born in Hawaii, who has become a national phenomenon of sorts: Barack Hussein Obama. Sweet is an Obama enthusiast but beyond this is an excellent reporter. The backlash smacks of Hillary Clinton, showing that the little lady won’t take this Obama phenomenon stuff lying down.

Most of the malicious attacks, leaked to the media, don’t come from Republicans but from Hillary Clinton allies. Obama craze not withstanding, the New York Senator commands significant elements of support in her home state. Before we get to the mischievous leaks, take a look at who’s for whom in this prairie state which owns most of the significant action for the Democratic nomination.

The most powerful Democrat, Mayor Richard M. Daley, who has announced his own candidacy for reelection in Spring of 2007, has announced that he supports Obama. This is mandatory because of the clout blacks have in the Democratic party. Also, there is little doubt that Illinois’ reelected Democratic governor, Rod Blagojevich, who will head the delegation to the national convention, will do the same. Rep. Rahm Emanuel (D-IL) is in a particularly tight spot: owing his soul to Daley who supports Obama but whose rise after Daley first hired him came from patronage by the Clintons—although Hillary Clinton caused him to be demoted in White House hierarchy but Bill, who rescued him and plopped him back front-and-center, is heavily involved for Hillary. Look for Rahm to remember that he doesn’t need the Clinton’s animosity. He will most certainly finesse it and come down on the side of a Hillary-Obama ticket.

Intriguingly, Daley has caused to be leaked—in order to placate Hillary supporters—his own private misgiving that Obama is too liberal, scoring 100% on the ADA scale thus far in his Senatorial voting record, six points more than even Sen. Ted Kennedy. Daley, father of a serviceman, worries that Obama’s dovishness on national security could make him vulnerable to Republican charges in 2008 and thereby hurt the Democratic ticket. Nor is the mayor alone in his misgiving. Illinois House Speaker Mike Madigan, chairman of the Democratic party here, is one of the very few Democrats who has tiffed seriously with Obama, calling him derogatorily “the Messiah,” after Obama’s state treasurer with mob ties, Alexi Gianoullias, candidate defeated Madigan’s. So for now while the Obama rock-star fad is hitting a national high, only Madigan has had the guts to low-ball the incipient presidential candidate. But behind the scenes, all Illinois media know the Hillary leak-brigade is hard at work.

Thus far only one Obama backlash news story has done some scuffing of the Obama image: but not much. And it was not a Hillary leak but from a Republican source: the one from the “Chicago Tribune” that details how Obama profited personally thanks to the solicitude of an indicted fixer’s wife. Tony Rezko was indicted by the feds for siphoning kickbacks from firms doing business with the state of Illinois. When Obama bought a Chicago mansion in 2005 for $300,000 less than the asking price a stunning coincidence occurred when, the same day, Rezko’s wife bought an adjoining lot for the full $625,000 asking price, which caused the “Tribune” to speculate that Mrs. Rezko subsidized Obama’s $1 million plus house in addition to providing a park-like preserve with no access to a public street. That was serious enough to draw a public admission of fault from Bambi. Other news leaks bear a shadowy imprint of the Hillary forces. Most are inconsequential. Obama’s path to glory is not going to be blocked by a Tony Rezko indiscretion.

Ah, but one has the potential to do serious damage.

That’s the rumor, reported by Sweet that began with blogster Debbie Schlussel, a conservative talking-head on MSNBC, now carried widely by word of mouth by some political cognoscenti in Chicago bars. Right now the tale is in a decidedly phase 3 cyclonic stage as a key rumor in the bars. The rumor goes: While Barack Hussein Obama is affiliated with the Unitarian-like United Church of Christ in Chicago, he may have, at one time, been a Muslim—or at the very least was accepted as one in his early years: which, if verified, could truly be explosive and possibly disqualifying politically for the presidential nomination of a major political party in a nation at war with extreme elements of the religion. There has been no formal answer to that charge by the Obama people but the rumor gains currency.

First, his Kenyan father, Barack Hussein Obama, Sr., killed in an automobile accident, was apparently a Muslim. No big stuff so far as it goes although it’s interesting to note that Hussein, given to both father and son, is a distinctively Muslim name—derived from that of Husayn ibn Ali [626-680], grandson of the prophet Muhammad. He was killed in the battle of Karbala in A. D. 680 and is a day of mourning and religious observance for Shi’a Muslims. Let’s say if you got a kid running around named Hussein, it means something.

Second, according to best-selling lawyer-novelist, Chicago native and fervent liberal Democrat, Scott Turow in the Internet publication “Salon,” young Obama went to a Muslim school for two years in Indonesia. Third, his mother, Anna, re-married an Indonesian man (most likely a Muslim as Indonesia has the largest Muslim population in the world).

Fourth, while Junior’s affinity is for Kenya which is largely Christian, it has a fast-growing Muslim population which has engaged in a good deal of religious violence and riots against Christians. Kenyan courts apply Sharia (or Muslim) law when the participants are Muslim. Fifth, in Junior’s book Dreams from My Father, after his father died in Nairobi in 1982, Obama was working in Chicago. He met his Kenyan sister, Auma, a linguist educated in Germany who was visiting in the United States. When she returned to Kenya in 11986 to teach for a year at the University of Nairobi, Obama finally made a trip to his father’s homeland. There he fully embraced the heritage and family he’d never known and came to terms with his father whom he had mistakenly believed was a foreign prince but who now realized was a human being burdened by his own illusions and vulnerabilities: this from his best-seller autobiography.

Schlussel puts it out this way: “Even if he identifies strongly as a Christian, and even if he despised the behavior of his father (as Obama said on “Oprah”), Obama is a man whom Muslims think is a Muslim and who feels some sort of psychological need to prove himself to his absent Muslim father and who is now moving in the direction of his father’s heritage.” She asks: Is this “a man we want as President when we are fighting the war of our lives against Islam? Where would his loyalties be?” She goes further: “Is [he] even the man we’d want to be a heartbeat away from the presidency if Hillary Clinton offers him the vice presidential candidacy on her ticket (which he certainly wouldn’t turn down)?

Or, put another way: A president thought to have been a Muslim as a child and who left the faith for Christianity is the last person to “heal”—which is Obama’s favorite word applied to foreign affairs. Even a third way: a president trying to disabuse a suspicious world that he’s soft on the Muslim religion may want to use replete examples to get tough. Finally a fourth: how would a president once viewed as a Muslim who became a backslider do in the concert of world politics?

Now there has been no substantiation or denial by the Obama people of the rumor that Ms. Schussel has put forward other than for Obama people to claim it is (a) racist, (b) vindictive and (c) full of suppositions. Very well, then let them answer it. Racist? It has nothing to do with Obama’s half caste black-white heritage. Vindictive? Not any more so than the theory put forward against John F. Kennedy, when he was the Democratic nominee in 1960. Full of suppositions? Sure: so the best way to clear the air is for Obama or his staff to give out all the facts.

Kennedy was called an inappropriate candidate for the presidency by none other than Norman Vincent Peale who cited Catholic theology on the absolute nature of the Pope in spiritual governance. Peale said that if the Catholic Kennedy were elected president he would not be beholden to the electorate but to the Pope. This writer remembers well the controversy spawned by Peale and others who asked: does separation of church and state mean what it says or does it mean subordination of state to the church or the other way around? Then they linked many interesting questions: the dominant role of the Pope as head of the church and infallible, or immunity from all error, when promulgating a doctrine on faith or morals. Protestant critics confused the doctrine of infallibility with that of impeccability.

It got to the point in 1960 that Peale found some quotations from St. Paul which he used to assume that Kennedy would be subservient to the papacy in a number of secular actions. Peale’s affirmations went on to specify numberless questions until none other than Adlai Stevenson, a wordsmith, was asked on a Chicago street by a television reporter to comment while the TV camera rolled. Here was an example of brilliant political answering almost unrivaled. The reporter asked Stevenson: “Dr. Norman Vincent Peale has questioned John Kennedy’s loyalty to the country by citing an epistle from St. Paul. Would you comment, sir?”

Stevenson said: “Yes. You can say that I find Paul appealing but Peale appalling!”

That quip got the country chuckling and gained Kennedy time until he could make a definitive statement to the Greater Houston, Ministerial Association on September 12, 1960. Kennedy specified that if elected president he would follow an independent course and if there ever came a time when he could not in conscience he would resign the presidency. The key sentence was: “If the time should ever come—and I do not concede any conflict to be remotely possible—when my office would require me to either violate my conscience or violate the national interest, then I would resign the office, and I hope any other conscientious public servant would do likewise.”

That answer satisfied. Interestingly enough, the man who wrote the speech for Kennedy was John Cogley, a radicalized Catholic, a writer for Commonweal who later became religion editor of The New York Times whose difficulties with the Church later led to his leaving it over the issue of Humane Vitae and dying as an Episcopalian.

“Schlussel’s article is the latest example of the bigoted conservative attacks against Senator Obama,” said Karl Frisch, a spokesman for the Senator. But, come on: that’s won’t satisfy. On the December 5 edition of Fox News’ “Special Report with Brit Hume,” senior political correspondent Carl Cameron told viewers: “Though he’s written two books about himself already, most people know very little about Barack Hussein Obama, Jr.’s uncommonly privileged life.” They know nothing about whether Obama was ever a practicing Muslim or if the school he attended required adherence to that belief.

If he had professed as a Muslim even as a kid and backslid, Obama would likely have more to worry about than merely losing a presidential election. His life could be in danger from Muslim sources. As an expert in Islam, Robert Spencer, has written in The Politically Incorrect Guide to Islam (and the Crusades), “…[I]n traditional Islamic law, when a Muslim converts to another faith, it can bring a death sentence. This is not, mind you, `extremist’ Islam. It is the Islamic mainstream, based on a statement of Muhammad: `Whoever changed his Islamic religion, then kill him.’ It is also based on a statement of the Qur’an: `But whoever of you recants and dies an unbeliever, his works shall come to nothing in this world and the next and they are companions of the fire forever” [Qur’an 2:217]. Spencer writes, “This has been widely interpreted by traditional Muslim commentators as giving sanction to the death penalty for apostates—which they derive from the verse’s assertion that the apostate’s work will come to nothing in this world’ as well as the next.”

Questions concerning whether or not he ever embraced the Muslim religion will be front and center before Barack Obama gets very far along in the presidential campaign. They aren’t questions Hillary Clinton is asking but assuredly are ones some of her supporters are spreading in rumor form before the mainstream media—enthusiastic Obama sycophants—will be pressed to ultimately ask. As eager as Lynn Sweet is to see Obama win, her better nature—that of an outstanding reporter—won out. Good for her.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Personal Asides: Richard Viguerie’s True Record…The Baffling Jewish Failure to Defend Their Defenders.

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Viguerie’s Record.

The conservative mailing-list king Richard Viguerie has written a book expressing his oh-so-keen dissatisfaction with George W. Bush’s lack of conservatism, “Conservatives Betrayed.” Viguerie says Bush “talked like a conservative to get our votes but never governed like a conservative.” Evidently the appointment of strict constructionist jurists including two justices to the Supreme Court has meant nothing to Viguerie who, more than anyone else in the conservative movement, has made big bucks from 501©(3)’s and candidacies…never hesitating to pull the plug on institutions and campaigns when his pecuniary needs are not met. It is noteworthy that in this book, Viguerie compares Bush to his icon-idol, Ronald Reagan, who, Viguerie says, had a flawless record of serving the movement well.

But the short-haired, even shorter-tempered tycoon hopes we will forget. In July, 1981, Viguerie wrote an Op Ed for the “Washington Post” which it entitled “For Reagan and the New Right: The Honeymoon is Over!” This was only six months after the 40th president was inaugurated! It followed by only four months the assassination attempt on the president’s life. The reason for the Op Ed, Reagan had displeased Viguerie by not implementing his entire agenda in the first half of the year. Not only that, by December, 1987, Viguerie was at it again, charging with spectacular inaccuracy that not only had Reagan disserved conservatism but he had actually “changed sides” and was then allied “with his former adversaries, the liberals, the Democrats and the Soviets.” In the final months of his presidency, Viguerie shot off his cannonade again pronouncing that the conservative movement “is directionless.” The probable reason for these verbal assaults was that the Reagan administration had not hired Viguerie’s mailing list firm to do work for the RNC and other adjuncts.

How can anyone accept this jerk as a conservative leader?

The Baffling Jewish Failure.

As many know, I am a consummate reader of “Commentary,” which I believe is the most intellectually satisfying of publications bearing on international affairs. It is put out by the American Jewish Committee and its editor in chief is a man whom I admire very much, Norman Podhoretz. The latest “Commentary” considers what I and it see as an egregious Jewish failure: the refusal of the Jewish community to support an administration by loyal words and votes which is putting its political life on the line—not to gain Jewish adherents (although that would be graciously received)…but to wage the fight, not in behalf of Israel but a fight that if successful can only redound to Israel’s well-being. The 2006 election once again validated that Jews are notably disinterested in supporting anything but the Democratic party which in notable aspects is not just non-sympathetic to Israel but, in the case of Jimmy Carter and others, openly hostile to Israel with an unreasoning passion that borders on deeply-held animosity.

About 88% of Jewish votes went to Democratic candidates, most of whom reinforce the liberal stereotype of animosity to Bush’s notable pro-Israel stance. Twelve percent went to Republican candidates. With only 2% of the national population, Jews hold 13 seats in the U. S. Senate of which only two—Arlen Specter of Pennsylvania and Norm Coleman of Minnesota—are Republican. Indeed, there is no sophistication or legitimate pressure placed on the Democratic party for its passionate support of people like Louis Farrakhan’s first Congressman, Keith Ellison, the first-ever Muslim Congressman, an African-American, who has called for establishment of an independent black republic in the U.S. south and who has long extolled the anti-Jewish sentiments of Farrakhan…who worked closely with the Nation of Islam, the Rev. Jesse L. Jackson who labeled New York “hymie-town”—Jackson, the pouting media-hound, receiving lavish attention and contributions from Jewish sources across the nation and whose publicists write doggerel masquerading as legitimate opinion in Chicago’s craven lefty-worshiping daily Democratic newspaper of record, the “Sun-Times.”

All of which validates what Ariel Sharon, then an out-of-office decorated Israeli general, told me when we met many years ago in Skokie. He recounted that just as many Catholics support causes that are non-Catholic and anti-Catholic, many Jews endorse trendy lefty propositions that are non-Israeli or anti-Israeli. “I believe you will find that the Jews who do so are secular, non-observant ones just as you will find, I am sure, that Catholics who fail to support programs and parties that defend their faith are secular and non-practicing. That is the great problem today in Israel. I daresay that it may be the problem with your church in America.” And of course, he is right. “The New York Times,” the most powerful newspaper in the nation, is heatedly anti-Israel in foreign policy formation and run by secular, non-observant Jews such as the Sulzbergers. Is multi-billionaire George Soros, a Jewish-born immigrant, interested in Israel? Not in the slightest. He’s just announced that he will turn his attention to what he calls the “Israeli problem” in the U.S. by forming a new group to counter the American-Israel Public Affairs committee, to mobilize support for putting pressure on Israel to take, what Soros says, are “the necessary steps for peace” which include to extend recognition to Hamas which has pledged never to recognize Israel. He appears to be in total agreement with former president Jimmy Carter who has written the book “Palestine: Peace, not Apartheid” which describes Israel as a racist state reminiscent of South Africa.

The intriguing point is that just as successful Jews become influential, and rightly so, commercial and social success out of proportion to their numbers in the population…and expand their support of the Democratic party, they are joined as allies with a growing number of Muslims who likewise support Democrats…such as in my old homeland of Minneapolis-St. Paul where many émigrés from Somalia have gathered…and in Dearborn and Detroit, Michigan where Arabs to zealously oppose a foreign policy that is dedicated to the preservation of Israel and establishment of Middle East peace. The Democratic party doesn’t change to respect their influence. Take a look.

In the House, Democrat Nick Rahall of West Virginia is chairman of the Arab-American caucus in the House…Democrat David Obey of Wisconsin, aided by Jewish contributions, is the new chairman of House Appropriations which will give his criticism of foreign aid to Israel new momentum…his counterpart, 89-year-old shaky Bobby Byrd, ex-Ku Klux Klan member, the leading Senate Israel-baiter, is chairman of appropriations…Democrat John Dingell of Michigan is now chairman of Energy and Commerce, the same Dingell who said during last summer’s Lebanese war, “I don’t take sides for or against Hizballah or for or against Israel”—in recognition of the rising Muslim presence in his district.

When New York’s Rep. Gary Ackerman met with Israel’s prime minister Ehud Olmert recently and Olmert supported the U. S. position on Iraq, Ackerman admonished him saying, “Most of us here understand that our policy has been a thorough and total disaster for the United States” meaning that Olmert should agree with the Democratic program calling for withdrawal from Iraq. Last year in the House when the Palestinian anti-Terror Act of 2006 was considered which ruled that the Palestinian Authority receive no funds until the president could certify that terror groups were not among the recipients, of 46 representatives who either actively opposed the bill or were unwilling to vote for it, 41 were Democrats…including Rahall, Obey, Byrd and Dingell, now committee chairmen.

Then there’s Democrat Maxine Waters who address the anti-Israel, pro-Muslim CAIR post-election celebration banquet last month, the grassroots Democratic support that nominated Ned Lamont over Sen. Joseph Lieberman in Connecticut with Hillary Clinton and Tom Dodd pledging Lamont support in the general against Lieberman who ran—and won—as an independent. California Democrats elected Gerald McNerney whose links are to the crackpot Holocaust deniers at the Institute for Historical Review. Stepping up ahead in seniority is Democrat James Moran of Virginia who has said the U. S. would never have gone to war in Iraq but “for the strong support of the Jewish community”—when, in fact, American Jews by every index of public opinion strenuously opposed U. S. entry into the war.

Democrat John Conyers of Detroit with the chairmanship of House Judiciary after he celebrated a procession of witnesses blaming Israel for its “agents of influence.” The most outlandish statement of all came last summer from the far-left front group called the “Israel Policy Forum” which is anything but pro-Israel…a group which declared, “If there are members of Congress who are truly antagonistic toward Israel, they keep their views secret.” W-h-a-t? Let this non-Jew ask: What in the name of God has happened to Jewish efforts to protect legitimate self-interest in the political process? If Jews don’t recognize their friends, if they continue to support their enemies, why should the Republican party continue to maim itself with public opinion as the sole defender of the only democracy in the Middle East?

Flashback: 1945--The Man Who Came to Dinner…and What Followed.

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[More memories over fifty years of politics for my kids and grandchildren].

Carrying back to the last installment, one day in 1945 when I was a junior in high school, I was told we would have a guest for dinner. A guest in that era of penurious saving of red-stamps for beef and blue-stamps for butter and eggs, was very rare in most households which didn’t patronize the “black market.” Who could it be?

The guest was a serious, dark-haired, calm-voiced, well-dressed, attractive young man in his late `30s who gave his name as Walter Devereux and who said he was Father’s boss. He said he was the special agent-in-charge of the Chicago office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. His presence was to thank us for—and officially tell me of--Father’s continued service to the Bureau first as a consultant, then as a special agent, which he had provided for several years during the war as a valued expert in German-American affairs—and that his translation and interpretation of domestic German subversive documents pertaining to such pro-Nazi underground operations as the German-American Bund headed by one Fritz Kuhn in New York had made him particularly valuable. His service went far beyond Chicago and extended to analysis of certain decoded material from overseas—material from some American-born subversion agents of the Nazi government that puzzled even Washington.

Devereux continued: When the O. John Rogge investigation started, the Bureau determined that since my father was our agent in-place, he would have to testify along with other Germania Club officers, else his cover would be blown: but, Devereux smiled, the thought that the Germania Club by itself was a hotbed of Nazi intrigue belonged only in the fevered brains of O. John Rogge and his superiors in Washington who wished to make a Chicago connection for political reasons: here he gave a droll wink…the implication being the president who wished to draw a noose around the “Tribune” and such “America First” individuals as could be embarrassed. The embarrassment and opprobrium to my father was, he said, but the way Father bore up under it, all the while going to the FBI office where he worked…which caused some mirth there…was particularly gallant. He included my mother in his praise. I was not told at the outset of my father’s FBI employment because I was believed to be too young; but now it was adjudged that I was not. But under no circumstances was I to reveal the employment until long after the war was concluded…and long after Father left. Well, I think I’ve respected that order because it is now 61-years later.

After Devereux divulged this at dinner, all of us in the family (not Devereux) teared up. I had a heavy burden of guilt because I had not been able to fathom why Father kept receiving German newspapers. It turned out that when there were no newspapers or documents to translate, Father discovered that there was a domestic German-American, pro-Nazi underground in Chicago that was smuggling young draftees out of the country to avoid the law and to make life interesting for him, they engaged him in knocking on the doors of apartments where the draft resisters lived in order to nab them before they fled. Devereux mentioned that in one engagement, someone from the FBI…a new recruit…led the way into an apartment, grabbed the young man, pinning his arms at his sides while at the same time shouting “Throw up your hands!”—the guy struggling to try to obey while at the same time the FBI guy was holding his arms at his sides. When all at the table laughed, I got the unmistakable idea that this was Father’s first episode on the active job for the FBI.

From that time on I wondered—but never asked Father—when his employment with the FBI began. When we went to Europe in 1938, was he involved? The answer seemed to be yes but as a offerer of information not as an employee: our trip was paid by the Hamburg-American Line-North German Lloyd company for ace salesman’s bonus. Long after Father’s death, Lillian’s first cousin took a job with the Chicago FBI. I asked him to pull Father’s records. His service began in 1939 and he received many commendations. Now you fully understand why Father was the first…and probably the most central…male role model in my life.

A postscript concerning O. John Rogge, the assistant U. S. attorney general in charge of the inquisition. He became increasingly vocal after he left Justice as a defender of supposed pro-Communists. He defended David Greenglass, the brother-in-law of Julius Rosenberg and brother of Ethel—the executed Soviet spies in the 1950s. Not content with merely defending alleged Communists, Rogge then dropped the role of legal advocate and became an American delegate to the Soviet-sponsored “World Peace Conference” in Paris in the mid-1950s which was used as propaganda foil by the USSR to condemn this nation as an imperialist war-monger during the Cold War.

In the postwar years, Father returned to his central love: the travel business. He actively discouraged us from mentioning his FBI connection for the reason that he wished the past to be over…much in the same way, I suppose, veterans of World War II who saw heavy combat disliked to talk about it. But there is no doubt that Father was an active combatant in that war. Our tutorials on the Republican party and conservatism continued until I graduated from high school. They were interrupted, of course, when I went to college in Minnesota but were reconnected whenever I would come home. There was some good-natured disagreement with his analyses as I grew older. He was an old-style isolationist Republican of the “Chicago Tribune’ school: no foreign entanglements that could get us into war. I became more of an internationalist because of my later association with Walter Judd’s anti-Communist views. Now it could be said that I am a George W. Bush neo-conservative, embracing things that Father would heartily disapprove of: free trade, the role of America as a preemption mechanism if that is the correct term regarding terrorism (views Lillian most emphatically doesn’t share either on trade or strategy). But Father’s and my differences did not arise to heavy disagreement. We were both Republican, both supporting the GOP throughout.

When I graduated from college, I returned to Chicago and we resumed the tutorials but more on a healthy sharing of views basis. My mother, a very strong woman, wanted me to take a whack at advertising and to please her I did. I worked at two advertising jobs: one as a copywriter for Simmons & Simmons, a medium-sized agency that represented agricultural and pet-food accounts wherein I was assigned to write copy for Perk Dog Food, inheriting a lamentable slogan the client preferred: “Dogs drool for Perk” with a garish photo of a slobbering hound salivating over the product. I couldn’t take it for long and switched to the A. J. Nystrom Company, makers of maps and globes where I became the assistant advertising manager, preparing small ads in educational publications and layouts for the company’s annual catalog. I couldn’t take that, either. I was employed there when I first met Lillian on a double-date where she was the date of my best friend. We both fancied each other from the start but since she was the date of my best friend, I was hard-put to breach a friendship…until she broke it off with him and we joined forces.

We dated while I tried a number of times to get a newspaper job. But the City News Bureau and city newspapers were obliged to follow veterans’ preference first; then they pursued the course of hiring only journalism grads from Northwestern, the University of Missouri, the University of Minnesota or other highly regarded J-schools. Nothing there for a liberal arts English major. But I was determined to get a newspaper job, so when a former classmate came through Chicago and convinced me that I should try to get a job on a small daily such as The Saint Cloud Times, I decided to do it. This meant interrupting our courtship with Lillian which brought both of us great anguish—but I was a hard-headed German.

Leaving Chicago in 1953…a girl-friend whom I loved dearly and the two parents of this only child…was difficult but I felt I had to do it. First, I was not sufficiently mature enough to get married, even at 25. Second, were Lillian and I to get married, the likelihood of being able to support two…and ultimately more…was dim at best on a small town newspaper reporter’s wages. After moving to better-paying political work, I finally found it possible to ask Lillian to marry me and we did so in Chicago on October 10, 1959 at St. Thomas Aquinas church in the Austin neighborhood. But we left immediately for a honeymoon and then to Washington, D. C. During the entire time we spent in either Washington or Faribault, Minnesota or St. Paul we were both thinking seriously of eventually coming back to Chicago. Her parents and my parents were getting older and our kids really had no contact with their grandparents. So, as previously related, I signed up with Quaker Oats in 1964 and we moved back.

I was very gratified for many reasons—one of which was that we would be able to spend time with our parents and that at least three of the four children we had, had the chance to meet their grandparents. When we came back to Chicago, father was much the same. He was running his small travel business at 109 N. Dearborn with my mother working at his side…he smoking steadily, switching from cigar to pipe and back to cigar…until his death. The two years we had were extraordinarily good times for Father and Mother: getting acquainted with their new daughter-in-law and three grandchildren. But our time together was not long enough.

Two years after we returned, on July 4, 1966, after a quiet family picnic, where he sat in a camp chair seemingly exhausted as our children frolicked, he looked ashen and grey. I became concerned for his health. He was a stubborn German to the end: refusing to go to a doctor, saying he did not want to pay a physician to receive bad news. After that pleasant afternoon, we disbanded…we going home and Father and Mother going to their home just a few miles away. That night, while saying his long litany of self-imposed night prayers…in fact while he was on his knees in his study reciting his rosary…he collapsed. I came over just as the doctor arrived. The ambulance came soon later and it was deduced that he had suffered a major heart attack…so major, the doctor said, that it was problematic as to whether or not he would survive. That was before the era of extensive heart surgery which , much later in 2004, prolonged my life.

From the night of July 4, 1966, he was confined to the hospital where, on August 9, he died with Mother and me at his side, the oxygen tent pulled back since nothing more could be done. He was 68. Lying in the open casket as is the custom with most Catholics to whom death can be seen as a kind of merciful release to a better life as reward for virtue, wearing the inevitable bow-tie, thinner than he had been in many years, the rosary entwined in his fingers, his face looked much younger than my own does now (it should have: he died a full decade younger than I am), his dark hair, un-retouched as always, brushed back with faint traces of its old rust color (which had earned him on the semi-pro baseball and football fields the name “Red Roeser”). His life and selfless service to family, church and country…his acceptance of some temporary public humiliation with the calm resignation of a spiritual offering-up, while few knew of his exemplary service to his country in wartime…has inspired me ever since. And now for the first time, my children and grandchildren will have learned the extended full details of his quiet, modest, courageous life.

If I get to heaven, God-willing from the point of death in an immediate journey straight upward, but if not, after long purgatorial purifying of my faults, I will be looking for the man…to the world, mild-mannered with a flare for telling uproarious stories…to us, a passionate upholder of conservative tradition…to the Judeo-Christian order known to God and to me as a courageous upholder of virtue…whom the German immigrant pastor at St. Alphonsus christened in 1899 as Nicholas Harold because no Saint Harold then existed. But now one does exist: as I have just testified from personal observation.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

Personal Asides: The Big `50s Songfest Trivia Game…The Cloven-Footed, Fork-Tailed “New York Times”…Answers to Political Trivia.

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`50s Songfest.

All right: no search engines. A big hit was Ernie Ford’s “Sixteen Tons.” Without Internet help, complete these lines…

I was born one mornin’ when _____________
Picked up my shovel and _________________.
I hauled Sixteen Tons of __________________.
And the store boss said, “Well____________ !”

Chorus:

You haul Sixteen Tons and _______________?
Another day older and ___________________.
St. Peter don’t you call me cause___________
I owe my soul to _________________________.


New York Times.

It’s amazing…absolutely amazing…how “The New York Times” allows its liberal, secular-hedonist mind-set which we have come to accept as sophisticated, to dominate all its coverage: from obituaries to entertainment and features. The canonization once more of Betty Ford in its front page stories of Gerald Ford’s funeral is a case in point. The role of First Lady has always been that of a model for the nation’s standard morality (notwithstanding her own private attitudes or behavior) from Martha Washington to Laura Bush. I can’t tell you how comforting it was for Lillian and me as parents of teen-agers in the `70s to have Mrs. Ford shrug off the idea of pre-marital sex in her own daughter in an interview that so delighted Manhattan impiety. In one interview on “Sixty Minutes,” she endorsed “Roe v. Wade” and said she would “not be surprised” if her attractive eighteen year old daughter, Susan, had had an affair. And then, in the replay last week, have her remark that Susan had asked her, “what’s an affair?” which “The Times” swallowed delightedly. Give us all a break.

That shocking statement of the Fords’ acquiescence to pagan culture ricocheted around the conservative electorate to the extent that Ford himself estimated it cost him 60,000 votes and Rumsfeld said it was easily “double that.” It had no future effect on Jerry as after he served as president, he endorsed her view on abortion. By putting her instantly on its cover at the time, “Time” magazine’s slavish covetousness of unchristian pop culture may well have produced a fall-off of more. And even now as Ford lay in the coffin, the good, grey “Times” couldn’t help but gush its praise for a mod woman so insouciant that she would shrug off what has been the Judeo-Christian constant in child-raising and personal behavior for 2000 years.

Even now the vapid words of the woman who earned the title “Betty Boop” are regarded by secularists as courageous. Go figure. All the Carters, man and wife, had to do was to continue being mum to embody tradition: they did. The fall-off from the socially conservative base was stunning. You can recount all you want about Ford’s typifying decency but the veneer as applied to philosophy was only wafer-thin. It was “The Times’” pleasure to recount last week how close Ford was to Carter because of dislike of the conservative views of Ronald Reagan which had defeated both. Rather than grouse about the views, Ford could have ruminated about the anomaly of one regarded as so straight as to be boring losing the image-war to a divorced, remarried, abortion-bill-signing ex-Hollywood star. Betty was the reason.

One answer to how Betty Ford got that way came to me about the same time of that “Sixty Minutes” show from the wife of a contemporary House Republican leader who was also to be a presidential aspirant…one who herself was no conservative shrinking violet (although probably not dismissing as trivial her own daughter’s teen promiscuity). Keke Anderson, wife of John B., said that years and years of Minority Leader Ford being on the road, speaking at every town, village and hamlet in behalf of GOP congressmen…one year alone clocking 297 evenings away…and leaving his wife at home to nurture her grievances and take to the bottle, produced a resentment-filled wife—caused by Jerry’s selfishness and vaunted ambition at its worst.

To Keke who knew Betty well (Betty the wife of the minority leader, Keke the wife of the chair of the House Republican Conference) Betty’s embrace of secular values showed an inner resentment at her husband chase of political power which made her a stay-at-home widow. Now if we could only plumb the full texture of resentment which transported “The Times” from one-time nurturer of the American moral ethic to the scandalously nihilistic bible of irreligion…disparager of marriage to rooter for America’s defeat in its latest wars to prime supporter of try-it-you’ll-like-it varieties of sexual perversion…we’d be getting somewhere.

The second “Times” slur of the same day came with a feature profile of a beauteous actress I regard with admiration. She is Patricia Heaton, who played Raymond’s wife in “Everybody Loves Raymond”—a sitcom I didn’t particularly care for, but which lent her the recognition to speak-out beyond her stage-character…in far different terms than did Mrs. Ford. Patty Heaton, married and the mother of four teen boys, declined to appear on some stages where traditional values were being scourged by the oh-so-intelligent modern arts. A pro-lifer (also anti-death penalty advocate) she is Honorary Chair of “Feminists for Life.”

She committed the cardinal sin to the “Times” lifestyle by going public and opposing embryonic stem cell experimentation in the Missouri plebiscite. That, of course, casts her into the netherworld of hell in Manhattan-style uplifted eyebrow society of “The Times.” Heaton, by the way, is no blue-nose prude. She was born to a daily communicant Catholic family and, going to the stage, lost her way, had a failed marriage, went on binge drinking, searched through varied churches, remarried and fighting her way back has a solid marriage and motherhood, is an evangelical Protestant with a mature, let’s-not-be-polarizing-about-it demeanor but is her own very independent…and very beautiful, let it be stated…actress and mature individual.

Of course, the “Times” can’t handle that. I mean: can’t handle it! It had the unutterable nerve to reproduce a U-Tube-based lefty attack on Heaton for of all things having “cosmetic surgery”…having some twerp saying that if embryonic stem cells could improve cosmetic surgery, Heaton would be for it in a minute. The “cosmetic surgery” was to repair the muscular damage that came from four C-sections for this woman to continue to earn her living as an actress. I tell you, the “Times” is no longer just liberal but gushing with malevolent cloven-hoofed demonolatry against Judeo-Christianity.

Answers.

John Titus gets the George Wallace quotation right. What two words did Wallace utter on his inauguration as governor of Alabama as a hurled barb to the federal government? “Segregation forever!”…Terrell Bryant is on the right track but hasn’t gotten it right when he says “segregation now.” He also has the right president being sworn in on January 20 rather than March 4—Franklin Roosevelt—but the wrong year, 1941 instead of 1937. Other answers have been replayed here. Thanks one and all. And Happy New Year!

Flashback: FDR Brooks No Criticism: The Justice Department Probe of Chicago German-Heritage Organizations led by O. John Rogge (Which Came to Nothing).

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[Memoirs from more than fifty years in politics for my kids and grandchildren].

The key research into Franklin Roosevelt’s paranoia about being frustrated in his drive to put the U. S. into war on the side of Britain pre-Pearl Harbor…a drive that, ironically, affected both my father and the man much later to be chairman of my company, Quaker Oats…is outlined brilliantly in The New Dealers’ War: FDR and the War Within World War II [Bonus Books: 2001] by Thomas Fleming (whom, I hasten to add, is not the Dr. Thomas Fleming president of the Rockford Institute, of equal stature, but an historian, author of some forty books and commentator on the History Channel, NPR, PBS and A&E). Fleming was unlucky in that his book came out at the time of 9/11 so it didn’t receive its due analysis, but it is the most systemic study of Roosevelt’s actions during the time immediately before and post-Pearl Harbor.

Roosevelt, like his distinguished cousin the brilliant but equally egomaniacal 23rd president, wanted his presidency to culminate in great international acclaim as savior of the West. Indeed, Conrad Black’s book adds to the old luster but the hero-worship is blinding. While TR won the Nobel peace prize for negotiating an end to the Russo-Japanese war, Franklin approached the end of his second-term and expected retirement with great apprehension that the war he hoped we would join would proceed without us. These were some of his concerns: First, the Depression had by no means been solved although ameliorated with short-term, some salutary, solutions which strengthened the corporate state. Unemployment was still high and nothing short of a massive mobilization of industrial resources could rectify it.

Second, the European war posed a definite threat, in Roosevelt’s mind, to the West; the fall of France he viewed as catastrophic and a fall of Britain to the Nazis would change the dynamic of world politics for generations which necessitated that he be ordained to save the Anglo-Saxon heritage. Not that anyone remotely believed—aside from some extreme pro-administration propagandists—that Adolf Hitler would send his Luftwaffe across the Atlantic to Manhattan, bomb the Statue of Liberty and soften America so that he could land troops which would battle the U.S. block-by-block in New York. But in a very realistic sense, the power of Europe would be galvanized in the grip of Germany—no doubt about it. And Roosevelt seemingly could do nothing to join his great fellow world strategist Winston Churchill in an exciting endeavor which would make both their names imperishable as saviors of the West. With Churchill as the patriotic Briton co-worker (a crueler writer than I might say “co-conspirator”) and undoubted genius historian-publicist that has indeed happened as history records them: up to now.

Third, there was a real determination by the American public to stay out of war. In 1940 as France fell and the British evacuated Dunkirk, Gallup showed 86% opposed to war, 5% wanted to fight and the balance uncertain. The next year, the “America First” committee, headed by Robert D. Stuart, Jr. added to the majority; it was filled with popular figures from both parties and exerting a tremendous influence to keep the peace. Fourth, the claims by FDR’s interventionist allies that Hitler was embarked on world conquest were belied by the fact that the dictator had made no move to jeopardize U. S. interests (indeed, he would have been a fool to do so). His forces occupied the Atlantic and channel ports of France; his tanks were halted at the Pyrenees; he turned over the governing of France to the Vichy pro-German forces headed by Marshall Henri Phillipe Petain, a hero of World War I, originator of the immortal slogan that made French troops stand firm at Verdun: “They shall not pass!”

Hitler refused to take France’s valuable colonies in north Africa. He offered Britain a guarantee to its empire. His real goal was not the West, as he subsequently made clear: it was the East. As he said in Mein Kampf “we terminate the endless German drive to the south and west of Europe and direct our gaze toward the lands in the east…But if we talk about new soil and territory in Europe today, we can think primarily only of Russia and its vassal border states.” Hitler followed the blueprint in he had outlined in Mein Kampf. Albeit implementing fearful atrocities at Auschwitz, he did not contemplate the overtaking of Britain and the United States.

FDR realized it was futile to whip up a war against Hitler because Hitler wisely wouldn’t play along. Then, in June, 1941 Hitler did what he had written he would do. He invaded Russia which made his purported “threat” to the U. S. even less likely.. General Robert Wood (ret.), CEO of Sears-Roebuck and an honorary officer of “Americas First” issued a statement that said plainly: “With the ruthless forces of dictatorship and aggression now clearly aligned on both sides, the proper course for the United States becomes even clearer. We must continue to build our defenses and take no part in this incongruous European conflict.” It was at that point that a junior Senator from Missouri named Harry Truman said the best thing that could happen was that Germany and Russia would knock each other off.

But Roosevelt was in a box: the German “threat” was dying off. So after Hitler invaded Russia, the president turned to Japan as a likely prospect to promote a war. When France fell, Japan seized its Asian colonies. It signed a tripartite agreement with Germany and Italy and occupied French Indo-China (Vietnam). After the invasion of Russia, FDR froze all Japanese assets in the U. S., cut off all trade including oil and pressured the British and Dutch to follow which they did. Finally, FDR was getting somewhere. Japan depended almost totally on oil from the U. S. and Dutch East Indies. Without oil, the Japanese would lose the war with China; more than that, it would curl up and die. Rear Admiral Richmond Turner, the chief of naval war plans, wrote FDR and said “shutting off the American supply of petroleum will lead promptly to an invasion of the Netherlands East Indies [by Japan]...It seems certain that, if Japan should then take military measures against the British and Dutch, she would also include military action against the Philippines which would immediately involve us in a Pacific war.”

By October 22, seven weeks before Pearl Harbor, Secretary of War Henry L. Stimson wrote in his diary the question was “how we should maneuver them [the Japanese] into the position of firing the first shot.” It worked. To make war with Germany inevitable, FDR then caused to be leaked to his arch-enemy, The Chicago Tribune, a secret war plan outlining his plans to defeat Germany. The leak by FDR to the paper which published it on December 4, 1941 was a stratagem worthy of Machiavelli: it might cause Hitler to respond with a declaration of war and it could be used by the feds to prosecute the Trib for breach of security: thus killing two birds with one stone. After we declared war on Japan on December 8, Hitler still didn’t declare war on us which exasperated FDR. Then Hitler, enraged, declared war on December 11. The president breathed a sigh of relief and turned for a few minutes to play in diversion with his stamp collection. His future in world history lay before him.

Modern history says almost to a scholar that Hitler had indeed embarked on a quest to take over the world. I think now, more than sixty years later, we’re mature enough to come to a more realistic appraisal without being called pro-Nazi, whacko or eccentric. Unquestionably Hitler was evil incarnate; unquestionably he was a mass executioner of Jews; unquestionably had he succeeded in subordinating the USSR and Britain, he would have been dominant in Europe, fulfilling the dreams of Napoleon. Unquestionably he would either scoop up Britain or render it impotent. Unquestionably he would be a major competitor of influence with the U.S. But I think there can be no doubt that he could not have “taken” the United States if we continued our national defense buildup. Add to that the fact that by every yardstick of public opinion, the American people did not want to go to war. The question then remains: was Roosevelt’s maneuverings to get us into war justified by events? By Aquinas’ doctrine of the just war?

The answer would have to be no: especially from Aquinas. The first condition (damage to be inflicted must be lasting) yes; as is the second (all other means of putting an end to it were impractical or ineffective) and third (there must be a serious prospect of success) but not by the fourth (use of arms must not produce evils and disorders graver than the evil to be eliminated. Digression: George W. Bush’s Iraq decision more nearly fills the Aquinas bill—yes on 1 and 2, a guesstimate of yes on 3 and 4.) In WWII, Aquinas would rule for the “America First” solution: By continuing our buildup, we could meet the threat—especially as the USSR battle was going from bad to worse. Looking at the long-range, was it justified by the fear that Hitler would get the bomb and we would be rendered a near-vassal?

Again no. When Hitler invaded Poland, in 1939, it was already clear that a man-made atomic explosion was possible. We, Hitler and the Japanese were working on versions. Our entry into World War II didn’t advance our efforts to get it. As it was, we got the bomb first and could have used it to dramatic effect to show the world in a peaceful experiment: dropping it on an atoll in the Pacific and have it disappear. The U. S. with the bomb while Hitler was ascendant would prove no different than us with the bomb vis-à-vis the Russians who quickly got the bomb thanks to adroit spying by U. S. traitors. To me, Roosevelt’s wish to go to war cannot be justified by the argument that without this we would never have gotten the bomb and the swastika would be flapping from the U.S. Capitol.

When younger, I, like all my colleagues, viewed this threat in popular terms. I trotted through most my life with that comfortable assumption. But growing old, I’ve developed a different rationale about this: The reason we went to war was not (a) because Hitler was coming over here to get us, or (b) that Japan bombed Pearl Harbor (because we maneuvered to get them to do just that) or (c) the frightful holocaust repelled Roosevelt so that he had to act out of humanitarian concern. None of these; Roosevelt was so callous about the fate of the Jews that he stopped a ship carrying Jewish refugees from coming here, telling Henry Morganthau he should understand that as Jewry was not dominant in the United States, the ship should be refused-- hearing of which caused the treasury secretary to be shocked, then depressed.

We went to war because Franklin Roosevelt wanted us to. To beat Britain’s enemy, Germany, like a game of good old fashioned Groton prep sport: to protect Britain—yes, but mainly to propel him to world stage center as leader of the Free World. Churchill was his loyal ally for a completely understandable reason: without Roosevelt and the U. S., England would have been done for. As I review it from the vantage-point of 60 years, the only one with relatively clean hands (save withholding much details in his famed histories) was Churchill: patriot, brilliant provocateur who got FDR to side with Britain, ace journalist, hero of the Boer War and—in the vantage-point of history, as an enormously influential historian with superb rhetorical skills, a great propagandist on a par with Plutarch whose histories gilded the memory of the Athenians for two thousand five hundred years…Churchill. convincing all major historians that the West was “saved” because England survived and that salvation was accomplished jointly by himself and his great comrade, FDR.

But this version while popular is not indelible. Herodotus wrote in the 5th century B. C. the true pros-and-cons of history with marvelous objectivity. Since he didn’t praise Athens sufficiently, he was downgraded by generations in favor of Plutarch until our own 19th century when scholars found out that, more likely than not, Herodotus was the truth teller, the real historian and Plutarch a pro-Athenian publicist. I hope it won’t take 2,500 years to get to the truth: indeed, brave historians like Thomas Fleming are revising the hoary old story of FDR saving the West even now. And Churchill’s shade need not worry: his gallantry, oratory, literary genius and courage shall never be dimmed. Not so Franklin Roosevelt’s, I feel. While the story of how Pearl Harbor eventuated has begun to be told, the story of how we were caught so unprepared to allow Pearl Harbor to happen will unfold—it’s as certain as rainfall during a monsoon.

However, let us go to post Pearl Harbor. Invested with almost unprecedented war powers, Roosevelt was determined to punish those pro-peace patriots who had stayed his hand for so long. In another place (in my series of articles concerning Robert Stuart in The Wanderer), I chronicled the retribution that was meted out to people active in opposing the war. Fleming describes the attitude of FDR’s attorney general, Francis Biddle. “In the early months of 1942, when FDR turned to the attorney general at cabinet meetings, there was not a trace of the fabled Roosevelt charm in his manner. `He looked at me, his face pulled tightly together,’ Biddle recalled. “`When are you going to indict the seditionists?’” he would ask.”

Biddle soon obeyed his chief and the FBI was unleashed to cooperate with a specially called grand jury. Thoroughly, step-by-step, Roosevelt got rid of his peace adversaries: Fr. Charles E. Coughlin, a demagogue and anti-Semite, disruptive to the cause of serenity in any era, first a radical lefty, capitalist foe, anti-Wall Street near fascist and FDR idolater, then an anti-FDR radical reactionary and hater, who ran his own candidate for president on his own party label, was silenced by his bishop as arranged by FDR and surprisingly obeyed his bishop; Archbishop Francis Beckman of Dubuque was humbled when the Treasury department threatened his archdiocese’s investments, leading Rome to force his early retirement; Charles Lindbergh’s offer of service to his country was denied; he was refused security clearance and could only get a job in the private sector through the sufferance of Henry Ford, no FDR fan—but Lindbergh’s character has been irredeemably tarnished for his basic delivery of one impolitic speech in Des Moines which was also balanced by realization of Jewish persecution. Pretty damned good work in persecuting his enemies by FDR, say I.

The retribution continued. On July 21, 1942, twenty-eight people were indicted of sedition for opposing the war, including a Chicagoan, Elizabeth Dilling, an ex-professional harpist with scathing tongue and a group of noisy eccentrics and anti-Semites. Justice department attorney, William Power Maloney, was deputed to prosecute them. One Chicagoan was arrested for booing FDR at the showing of a newsreel! But these were small-fry and the prosecutions didn’t hold up. A higher Justice official was given the job of trying to prosecute so-called pro-German Americans, including a group in Chicago, home of the pesky Tribune and “America First.” His name was O. John Rogge, then assistant attorney general. In his memoirs, Biddle says he was kept awake at night by the flimsy text of Maloney’s indictment and Rogge’s plans for indictment which violated the 1st amendment in spectacular degree. Civil liberties mattered not to the president and Biddle endeavored to please.

Pleasing to Roosevelt was the work of O. John Rogge who was working the Chicago front, home of the Tribune. Rogge sent subpoenas to officers of German fraternal groups throughout the country to the drumbeat of press publicity. My father, as secretary of the Germania Club, was called to testify with other Chicago officers. The Tribune, staunch opponent of FDR, played it down. Hearst’s Chicago American, played it big with pictures of those called to testify entering the court. The national broadcaster who would blast out the news of the probe of suspected pro-Nazi, was the widely syndicated and much listened-to newspaper and radio columnist Walter Winchell.

Winchell aired on prime-time network radio on Sunday night and well do I remember the broadcast where he zinged the Germania Club. He skimped on celebrity news to get to the real meat. He always started the same way with his famed staccato voice. I obviously don’t have a tape but sitting with my family heard him on that fateful Sunday evening begin as usual with his boilerplate patter. His sponsor, Jergen’s Lotion, went big-time with his endorsement; later, much later, they dropped him because he had become too-too much. But I can hear it now: “Good-evening-Mr.-and-Mrs.-North-and-South-America-and-all-the-ships-at-sea, let’s-go-to-press! Flash! A pro-German fraternal club in Chicago…ha-ha, get that: fraternal!, the Germania Club is being probed tonight as I speak by J.Edgar Hoover in an effort to flush out…” The windup was: And so with lotions of love, this is your New York correspondent Walter Winchell with a toast to the German Navy and Nazi-ratzies in hiding in so-called fraternal clubs…ha!...to the German Navy: bottoms up!

I had just graduated from grade school and had received a certificate of merit for my interest in American history from the Mel Tierney American Legion post of Park Ridge and there was serious talk of the Legion calling it back because my father was a suspected Nazi sympathizer. I said they could take it back if they wished—but this was emblematic of the furor that existed at the time. The man who cracked the whip, hurling imprecations across the nation, was an unusual choice for the Roosevelt administration: Winchell, a former vaudevillian who was so tight with the FDR administration that he was allowed to serve as a part-time Navy lieutenant commander on certain weekends…strutting in a gold-braided uniform when he frequented his pals at his home-base, the Stork Club in Manhattan. Colonel McCormick labeled him “the Gents Room admiral” and soon navy secretary Frank Knox was forced to rescind the uniform-wearing privilege.

Winchell’s national broadcast was picked up in the Chicago press and came across swiftly to our neighbors: Here you had a middle-class family where the father worked for a German steamship line…making a luxury trip to Germany just one year before the war...at the exact time Hitler took over Austria, mind you, and now the same man, an officer of a pro-German club, is part of a probe by J. Edgar Hoover for supposed Nazi ties! After my father testified and brought the Germania Club records that was the end of it and O. John Rogge, satisfied with the press he received, went back to Washington with an armload of clippings. No indictments, no nothing; Germania was not different from a Rotary: luncheons, dinners and colored slides of the old, bucolic Germany. Everybody was cleared: no sweat but the government didn’t announce it at all.

The residual effect on our family was heavy. My father toughed it out; my mother was supportive and I had to face a host of new classmates at the public high school I entered that September. I remember we switched Sunday Mass from St. Juliana’s to a neighboring church because there was some animosity. Here’s an interesting thing that showed remarkable weakness of family ties: Father’s own mother…my grandmother…was afraid to phone us because she feared she might get entangled: how do you like that as demonstration of maternal support? Notwithstanding the fact that, not long later, as a widow with severely limited funds she lived with us from the early 1940s until her death in 1949. Nor was his sister particularly supportive. My mother’s Irish family was—in dramatic ways…denouncing Roosevelt in many ways including his support of the British, damning the British to the hell they as Irishmen believed it belonged, using a stridency we wished they’d drop. Some of our neighbors were supportive; some not. I remember I told a boyhood pal that when I go to college I’d like to study journalism. He thought I said “German-ism!” and he raced home with the news. Before long the entire neighborhood believed I would devote my college years to study German-ism.

I could not imagine how the stress affected Father because he went to the office every day (I believed at the time he was in insurance or something related)—but it was not particularly tough on me, beyond the “German-ism” furor. Assuredly, as the war went on, although as young men continued to be drafted, some of our ex-high school upperclassmen were killed in the war, and I had a lingering reputation of belonging to a family that was pro-Nazi. On D-Day, June 6 ,1944, when I was 16 and a sophomore, the announcement of the Normandy landing was made at our high school. One athlete popular with the girls nudged me and said loudly, “Bad news for you, Heinie! We’re winning!” To my mortification his female audience giggled as he proudly took a bow.

Not bad—just two unhealthy events over the entire high school span--considering that the nation was tied up in knots. Later my poly sci instructor, a great liberal Democrat. Dr. Kenneth O. Osbon, put on an assembly debate for the 1944 presidential election and chose me to speak for the Republican candidate, Thomas E. Dewey (Elizabeth Schmalfuss, much prettier than her name, who asked me out to the girl-ask-boy dance which I am still red-cheeked with embarrassment sixty years later to say I didn’t reciprocate and return the favor by taking her to the prom instead of Janet Perry, another beauty, took the FDR side). At the assembly, when introduced, I wondered if I’d get some boos. Nothing: but there were some for Elizabeth…not directed to her but FDR…showing astoundingly more support for Dewey than I had reckoned.

Now the interesting denouement: One day in 1945, after V-E Day in May, when I was 16, when I came home from school, I was told we would have a guest for dinner. A non-holiday guest for dinner in those years when red meat was rationed with red stamps, butter and eggs with blue stamps and the guest would have to drive out to our house using gasoline stamps, was very, very rare. Families rarely congregated for dinner in those days except for Christmas and Easter. Who could he be? You’ll discover next time.

Monday, January 1, 2007

Personal Aside: Reorganization--the Only Thing that Can Unite the Illinois GOP. And the Need for a Council of Trent.

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I was talking with a good friend who has been involved professionally with the Republican party both nationally and locally—a friend who reads this Website, incidentally. In discussing what could be done for the Illinois Republican party which is riven by dissension, we both hearkened back to my experience with the then moribund Minnesota Republican party in the latter 1950s. Then as now with Illinois, the Republican party had no respect. The two Senate seats were filled—with Hubert Humphrey, a national figure, and Eugene McCarthy, who was coming to be regarded as a national figure. A majority of the U. S. House seats were Democratic. The legislature was Democratic, the governor Democratic. The Republican party was split between the conservative Taft forces, represented by a formidable leader in the state House and the more moderate Eisenhower forces, represented by the faction for which I worked at the state party. There seemed to be utterly no unifying point that could solidify the GOP.

The Republican National Committee people were progressives; leaders of the Republicans in the legislature were conservative. Key leaders in the GOP House delegation were harshly anti-Ezra Taft Benson, Eisenhower’s ag secretary. Everywhere one turned, there was dissention. The party had a paid chairman, an executive secretary and a publicist. When I moved to Washington, it was seen as a hopeless cause to resurrect the party and build unity. It so happened that the charter of the GOP allowed for its huge—some 200-members—State Central Committee which contained in general assembly county chairmen, county chairwomen, congressional district chairmen and chairwomen to elect as its chairman anyone it wished. One need not be a county chairman or State Central member. So the worsen the situation, the conservatives mounted a campaign and elected as state chairman, a dynamic, Rush Limbaugh-like character, a former television and radio announcer with pronounced conservative views. Everybody believed that this was the final step to the ultimate dissolution of the GOP: a passionately ideological chairman who would intensify the split.

I didn’t believe this because I knew the guy who was elected chairman. He had been campaign manager for a Congressional candidate in the darkest part of the agriculture recession who had elected him by a scarce handful of votes—411. When this guy, Ed Viehman, took over the GOP he announced that he would concentrate all his energy on the nuts and bolts of political organization. He hired me and others to put together a program called “Neighbor to Neighbor” which featured grassroots organization of the party. Armed with that plan, the chairman took to the highways and turned the consciousness of the party away from division to the very constructive effort of organizing itself. I never believed political organization could be made interesting—but he did so: with wit, fervor, zest. By the time he died at the terrible age of 39, he had built an organization that was ready for any candidate: conservative, moderate or progressive. The very liberal Republican National Committee-woman, my mentor, was the chief mourner at his funeral---the same woman who had predicted the end of the party when he got elected. He didn’t change from his original conservatism; he changed the subject. And as liberals, conservatives and moderates vied to build organizations, county-by-county, a healing occurred. It was wonderful.

I repeat this now because I firmly believe the only salvation for the Illinois Republican party is to pull itself together in that way. Ladies and gentlemen, if Bob Kjellander were to be swooped up and carried away in a fiery chariot to either perdition or beatific reward…and he as an issue were removed…the Republican party of Illinois would be in the same funk: divided over issues, abortion, stem cell and all the other things that go into platform writing. This idea that we run a day-clock ticking off how many minutes and hours before Kjellander goes means that we are neglecting all the other elements. The party will either take care of him and he will exert enough power to block them. But whatever happens, we are blindsiding ourselves by being controlled by that damned day-clock. Take a look at brother Diersen’s excellent daily blog: so many days and hours remain before the SCC makes its decision. There are many, many more important things to decide to get ready to meet the challenge of 2008 than this. Decide about him what the party will…and I have been on the record on this as well…this is not the overriding reason this party was formed. At least I hope not.

The only way for the party to survive is to change the subject, get on with the organization building as (a) a vitally needed thing and (b) therapy of a sort. This is not to argue that issues shouldn’t be debated and discussed: of course they should and I am on record on each one of them. But this party is in a state of unconscionable weakness at the precinct level, up through the counties and the congressional districts. Campaigns and candidates are the ones who determine the issues and we can all divide up after they spring up. But no candidates and no campaigns and no fund-raising are worth anything if the party’s political organization is as supine as it now is. By all means have the SCC elected on the ballot: but if you think that alone is going to do it, think again.

If you think Kjellander’s leaving is going to do it and after he’s gone we will stride forth anew into the Valhalla of perpetual victory, think again. If you think a victory in Iraq will do it, think again. What will do it is to have a Council of Trent…composed of SCC, county chairmen…precinct committeemen…legislators, business activists, church people and movement leaders only if they are willing to do party tasks and so pledge to be Republican movement people…and have it ratify or elect a leader who will be concerned with only one paramount thing at the outset: organization.

Your comments, please.

How Father’s Interest in German Language and Culture Made Him an Object of Neighborly Suspicion as the Second World War Struck Home.

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

My father, Harold Roeser…the greatest man I ever met and loved…who died in 1966 at the age of 68, was in some ways similar to me and quite different: similar for interest in writing and politics which he engendered in me…different because, unlike me, he was a very private man: didn’t particularly care to be known outside his family for hotly expressed views and avoided most opportunities apart from a close circle of family and friends to make pronouncements. Yet with me, he was a particularly well-informed and articulate commentator on public affairs: particularly with respect to his favorite Republican party—and vocal also to me on the bad aspects of socialism which he attributed in its modern phase to Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal.

I guess it’s fair to say that in his very private, sedate demeanor, he was very different from me: a political person, journalist, commentator, radio guy, blogster…who knows what next? as Lillian is prone to sigh. But we were identical in religious conviction (he far more scrupulous in his devotions, far less irreverent in attitudes to some churchmen, than I; he was far more Germanic and European than I despite the fact that he and his parents were born here). Born on December 28, 1898 to a Germanic family in a city where neighborhoods were pluralized rather than integrated: the Germans with their own parishes on the north side, the Polish on the near West with their own churches, the Irish on the South Side and West where there was even difficulty between resolutely Irish pastors who were foreign-born Irish and domestic Irish…he and my Irish mother were products of their time—the Germans more nearly Republican and the Irish almost entirely Democratic.

The neighborhoods were heavily and quite properly, I think, clannish. That is the way it should be when immigrants cluster together: they propagate their own myths, tout their own national pride, demean other rival nationalities, elect their own aldermen, patronize churches of their own nationality and are buried in their own cemeteries: all told, the American way. The Germans had their own funeral parlors and cemeteries as did the Irish, Italians, Poles and Lithuanians. Blacks at the time were a much smaller minority, not so much despised by the whites as ignored and viewed as somewhat irregular, confined to the South Side and the edge of the West Side nearer the Loop.

That blacks seldom came downtown was an anomaly: State street’s pedestrian traffic was almost 100% white. Blacks patronized stores such as those department ones run by S. B. Fuller on the South Side. To digress a bit: on VJ Day, in August, 1945, when I had just turned seventeen, my mother and I went to the Loop to celebrate the end of World War II. Standing in a thick mob at the corner of State and Madison, we were captured by a “Tribune” photo and as two faces in a sea of others—many hundreds, actually—with Mother and me showing up as very-very tiny faces in the crowd of celebrators. Not a single black face is to be seen in that photograph as I re-view it today. Where were the African Americans? Did they have their own celebration on the South Side? The newspapers never recorded it if they did. On the other hand there was no obvious hatred between the races (and I can remember the segregation very well). My wife who was born on the West Side, in the Austin neighborhood which was then all white, would travel to see her cousin on the “L” which went through many-many blocks of black neighborhoods without the slightest discomfiture—but such discomfiture exists in this so-called “enlightened” age when one makes the same trip. Racism indubitably existed in a terrible degree but neither blacks nor whites were as self-conscious of distinctions as

The times were certainly far from good for racial harmony. Blacks were recipients of the demeaning “n” word they have quite justifiably shunned—at least until recently when some of their more radicalized leaders began to apply it to themselves as a mixture of self-loathing and pomposity, to serve as a badge of discrimination which they insist is still meted out in surreptitious ways by the aggrandizing whites. I made to make a speech some years ago at an African-American convention which was so convivial, it was difficult for the chairman to gavel to order.

The chairman was none other than Daryl Grisham, a leading black businessman of the city, many times honored by the Urban League, president of Parker House Sausage, a leading African-American-owned food company in Chicago, longtime president of the Cosmopolitan Chamber of Commerce with which I worked as a Commerce Department official. I was the only white in the entire convention hall. As Grisham sought to get the friendly, folksy crowd to settle down, he said over the microphone in what could be taken as a rebuke-insult: “My, don’t we n------ have fun when we get together!”

The epithet rang out over the hall and prompted whoops of convention laughter. He smiled at me, covered the mike with his hand and whispered, “don’t you try to say that, Brother Roeser.” No need for the caution. Anyone of my generation learned in the 1960s to steer clear of designations that may be sensitive remembering Bob Dole’s immortal line delivered to a group of black state legislators: “I like to call a spade a spade.” One never knows when, behind one’s back, a new name will be generated as insult without our knowledge.

“Micks” was the name the Dutchies—the slang name for Germans--called the Irish, receiving in return the epithet “Kraut.” All these names have fallen into disuse now but I shall try to recall some of them: “Polack,” of course, for Poles; “Bohunk” for Bohemians or Czechs, “Loogans” for Lithuanians; “Dagos” for Italians; “Chinamen” for Asians which unaccountably got sportscaster Mike North in trouble with the politically correct--but the name also had a venerable Chicago political coinage: attached to any political patron in City Hall who could reward political service with jobs. There were so few Hispanics that I don’t believe they had a derogatory name. There I have exhausted the ancient vocabulary.

My father and mother—Kraut and Mick—grew up in the era when those names were current. All the same, it was fairly uncommon for “mixed marriages”--Germans marrying Irish. My father, who had to the end of his days a Germanic accent he gained from speaking the old language to his parents and grandparents, journeyed to the Irish portion of the North Side to pick up my mother, Frances Catherine Cleary, for their first date in 1922 when he was 24, an apprentice newspaper reporter and she 26, a clerical worker at the advertising firm of J. Walter Thompson (and who was probably making better wages than he). He was all spruced up, hair slicked down and sat in the front parlor to talk to his date’s mother, Anne Kenny Cleary (Mrs. Thomas F., the wife of a marble-layer), she determined to inspect him to see what sort of man he was, while he was keenly aware that through the slightly drawn curtains, my mother’s kid sisters were studying him as well. There was an uncomfortable silence as his date’s mother cleared her throat and he did his.

Then his date’s mother said, quite abruptly: “You know, Cardinal Mundelein is part Irish.” It may have been true, but Mundelein who had become the first Cardinal of the West, was a Brooklyn-born German of whom the Germans in Chicago were preternaturally proud: so German, in fact, that when he was named Bishop of Buffalo, N. Y., the Catholics from Canadian towns objected to his appointment as an affront to Britain which was then at war with Germany (talk about a stretch!). To my father, her words hung on the air: “You know, Cardinal Mundelein is part Irish.” He was never known to be rude to elders but it struck him that by bringing the Cardinal’s nationality up in that way was a kind of insult to the Germans, he resolved not to take it…notwithstanding that the girl he was very-very much interested in was Irish.

So he put on a superior smile and said: “Yes, but they’re trying to keep it quiet.” She smiled politely and soon excused herself. Behind the curtain she told my mother, “He’s rather a German smart-aleck.” If there was anything my father was not, it was a smart-aleck but my mother made her own determination and chose to marry the German smart-aleck in 1923.

When they married, the custom was for the woman to quit her job and be supported by the husband. This she Frances Cleary Roeser did but with serious misgiving. Then she had the title of Production Director for J. Walter Thompson: the person who saw that the ad copy was conceived and written by the proper deadline, that the art department had its finished products done on time and that the art work was sent to the photo engravers on time, returned on time, etc. for final client inspection before publication. On occasion she would be asked to go back to the agency to fill-in on vacation. He was not particularly happy but to keep peace in the family, he assented. For her part, she loved advertising so much she very nearly screwed me up by talking up the business all during my youth and insisting that I at least give it a try. I did; became a junior copy-writer at a small agency and hated it. It didn’t help that I had to write copy for a client who owned Perk Dog Food and whose favorite image was that of a sloppy hound salivating over a dish of the stuff—with the inherited slogan, “Dogs Drool for Perk.” I had to get out of there and get a newspaper job as soon as I could.

My father soon quit the newspaper business (he hated journalism for a reason that I never understood) for a job that he gloried in. His head was always filled with faraway places with strange-sounding names, far away over the sea: and so he landed a job as a salesman for a German steamship line where his excellent German was a great asset. It was the Hamburg-American Line-North German Lloyd, owner of the two fastest ships afloat, the twin liners “Bremen” and “Europa.” They made the voyage to Cherbourg in four days which was then unheard of. The Brits with Cunard got to work and built the “Queen Mary” which either topped it or was a dead-ringer. Harold and Frances saved their money and he took her to Europe on a German liner (the tiny “Berlin”: 16,000 tons) to get the lay of the land for the steamship business. Both of them enjoyed the trip hugely. To go to Europe and come back was a feat of great notoriety in the 1920s that only the very rich could afford. Back home, however, they were having no luck in having a baby. It took five years of their marriage to have me: the doctors telling my mother that she was unable to have children. They figured it out and always wanted more…as I wanted brothers and sisters…but I was it.

In the 1930s, my father received several promotions, based on the fact that with his knowledge of German, he could go to German communities and sell the idea of European trips. He became active in Chicago’s sole remaining German social club, the Germania Club and served as its permanent secretary. He also became assistant western passenger manager for the line which covered the Midwest—not a bad job in the 1930s which some supervisory responsibility over an office in Milwaukee as well to which he would travel once weekly on the train.

It was because of him that I went to St. John’s University in Minnesota, a Germanic Benedictine monastery in the heart of the most Germanic county in the nation—Stearns. Discovering that the Benedictine abbot there was taking a group of monks to Germany, he contacted the Abbot, Rev. Alcuin Deutsch, and made a trip by rail to the abbey, arriving in the middle of a blizzard. He was put up at the abbey and delighted Abbot Alcuin and some of his monks by conversing steadily in their favorite German in the refectory at their meals. He returned to Chicago having made a huge sale and a guarantee that in future years the Benedictines would travel solely via the “Bremen” or “Europa.”

Before he left the abbey, he marveled at the institution as an historic treasure of Benedictine learning and said he would entertain the thought of sending his son there. The Abbot said they would be delighted to consider me and asked when I would apply. I was then one year old but the Abbot promised him that if he were still alive and Abbot when I got ready to go to college, he would personally handle the application. That was in 1929. By 1946 when I was ready to go to College, with the GI Bill in effect, giving veterans preference, the colleges were jammed in that first postwar year. My father wrote the school; the Abbot was still alive and functioning and I was immediately accepted. That started my connection with Minnesota which has stayed with me for life, even though I have lived in my home state of Illinois since 1964.

In 1938, my father was named something like the best-all-round salesman of the year and received, free, a trip for him and his family first class on the “Bremen,” to Europe, along with an all-expense-paid European tour to attend the Eucharistic Congress then held in Budapest. It was so classy that mother and father had to put on evening clothes each night for dinner and I wore little dark suits with, to my pleasure, long trousers, white shirts and ties.

That was a year before the war. We visited France, Italy and Hungary in addition to Austria and Germany. They arranged for me to take off from fifth grade early on the pretext that the trip would be very educational—which it was. We were in Austria following the Anschluss of March 12 and in Vienna were in the crowd when the crowds cheered Austria’s favored son, Adolf Hitler whom I, at age 10, saw as a tiny figure from afar. All the while I was receiving tutorial lessons in Americanism from my father who would comment on the news as he shaved. The only newspapers were in German which I couldn’t read and for some reason which I have never figured out to this day, my father strongly disapproved of me learning German. However the tutorial lessons in patriotism with a slant to conservative Republicanism, were in some nuanced ways while we were traveling there. He did not comment on the situation in Germany while on the trip because he made it clear that conversations were closely monitored by German housemaids, tradesmen and hotel personnel. I thought his concern was unfounded; later I found out the reason for his concern and discovered it was not.

It is hard to realize it now, but when we returned from Europe, we were regarded with great fascination as celebrities. No one in our acquaintance had gone to Europe since the end of World War I. I had been given leave from grade school in early March to go and when I returned, I was required to visit all the classes and make a report: European travel was that unusual.

It was fun to be a kind of celebrity but not long later our trip to Europe and my father’s German connection was recalled in very unflattering ways.

The year after we returned from Europe, on September 1, 1939 the European war began, the Hamburg-American-North German Lloyd line was dissolved and my father was instantly out of a job. There was some concern as to what he would do; he was then 41. He worked for a time as an insurance agent but was dissatisfied. Then he picked up work at whatever I wasn’t told but he went to work at the regular time and came home on schedule. And he continued his civic life at the Germania Club…which struck me as being almost defiant of the opprobrium that was devolving about so-called pro-Nazi groups. The invaluable tutorials centered around his early morning shaving ritual continued with its accent on the need for conservatives to triumph.

At the same time, he seemed to grow more involved in German affairs rather than less considering we were on the brink of war…and both the “Bremen” and “Europa” had been stalked by Brit submarines: the Germans scuttling the “Bremen” and the “Europa” sunk which prompted lots of neighborhood questions to us: “We see your favorite ship was scuttled and the sister ship sunk!” We began to be considered as definitively pro-German and even bordering on being pro-Nazi by reason of the trip to Europe, his employment with a German steamship line and memories of my earlier report to my grade school on my experiences. Therefore, I rather wished he would stop receiving German-language newspapers and quit the Germania Club. The news commentator Walter Winchell, then far more than a gossip columnist, was insinuating that there was a vast pro-German conspiracy to subvert the nation and my father’s undeviating interest in the German newspapers made me nervous. But I said nothing.

. When the war came, on December 7, 1941, he took a job as the editor of a small Catholic newspaper published in Chicago. I noticed he worked late into the hours at home at his typewriter and read voluminously of German newspapers that came to our house including the “Abenpost,” the Chicago-based German daily. I brought up to my mother at age 13 going on 14 that perhaps his deep interest in German affairs was unhealthy at a time when we were at war…with movies and radio beaming out anti-German feeling. She listened but kept her own counsel. By now our former celebrity in the neighborhood as the only ones in our neighborhood who had gone to Europe at all--especially on a German ship and had spent time in Germany a year before the war started—had become a topic of some embarrassment.

About a year later—in 1942, when I was graduating from elementary school and preparing for high school, I discovered the reason for his scholarly work in German but it wasn’t until the newspapers exploded with charges about the Germania Club that complicated our lives for a long time…charges that drew us—the three of us—much closer as a family than we thought possible. That story next time.