Almost a year to the day that my grandfather passed away, just after reaching 100 (which I wrote or rambled about here and here),
comes this year's Presidential Election. Between the fact that this
year it falls on my grandfather's birthday and then hearing the sad
news that Barack Obama's beloved grandmother had passed away, it is
impossible not to think now of him again.
And to wonder about how he would have reacted to this election, and how he would have voted.
For you see, my grandpa Lou was a lifelong, well, what I'd call an
FDR Democrat (and he could certainly remember FDR -- in fact, he could
vividly remember Coolidge and Harding!) He couldn't stand nor trust
most Republican leaders, and up until the last few months of his life
maintained a keen sense of interest and active engagement in political
affairs. I sometimes felt his abject hatred of George Bush was one of
things that kept him going in his final years. (In fact, I swear I
think one of his final active physical movements from his deathbed was
to shake his fist at the TV screen as CNN showed the president from the
Rose Garden.)
But for a long time he also seemed to have a bit of a paternal
racist side, not, alas, uncommon among older Jewish retirees in
Florida. Feelings about African-Americans in particular, while not at
all spiteful, were definitely of the patronizing variety. My dad loves
to tell the story of us driving around Golden Gate Park during one of
my grandparents visits to San Francisco, and my grandfather from the
passenger seat noticing one of the street names in the park, Martin
Luther King Blvd. "I see they made a concession to the coloreds, eh?"
And the rest of us sinking down as low as we could into our seats, my
poor grandmother digging her nails into my knees -- though she often
did that to represent her terror at whoever was, and how they were,
driving. On the other hand, my grandfather also spoke respectfully at
other times about MLK and what a great man he was. It was like that --
the occasional disrespect at African Americans followed by a surprising
statement to show he appreciated their contributions.
And so here we have this year's model, an African-American
presidential candidate, of mixed race to be precise, versus a
"maverick" Republican whom I'm pretty sure my grandfather couldn't
stand. We joked that if he was still alive this year, this election
would've killed my grandfather anyway.
I'll never know how he would've voted in this one, had he been both
still alive and capable of voting, but I like to use an anecdote I
heard today from Miles Gerety (volunteering down in Florida), as
reported on Huffington Post:
Sometime after 2:30 a man with a Jamaican accent called me and asked me
to help an elderly man who was "fading." The elderly man, George McLain
(85), father of a police officer and of a speech therapist and
grandfather of twelve, looked very tired. It was obvious he needed to
sit down. So I walked Mr. McClain across the grass (avoiding the longer
sidewalk path) and into the library and found him a seat. The system
was that someone in the line would have to act as Mr. McClain's
placeholder. Mr. McClain had laughed when I'd softly said I thought
Obama would be our next president and he responded "a black man can't
be president." He looked frail, I didn't want him to be kept waiting
too long inside, so rather than having the Jamaican man act as his
place holder, I asked a group of women closer to the front of the line
to claim Mr. McClain as their own.
Sometime later, I saw Mr. McClain leaving the polling place. He had
voted. I said."Mr. McClain can you tell me who you voted for?" He
looked up (I noticed he had a cataract growing in his right eye),
tilted his head close to mine, and whispered "Barack Obama, who did you
think I'd vote for."
In
the last months of my grandfather's life, as his health faded, he was
cared for by a lovely Jamaican man whom I had the pleasure of meeting
when I had to go say my goodbyes. I saw pictures of the man's family,
and heard stories of how he patiently fed my grandafther, gave him
liquids when he couldn't eat, even held his hand when he was in pain.
As his life slipped away, I heard and then I saw how my grandfather
grew to appreciate, even, I think, love the man who helped care for him
and could care less about the color of his skin. Some people, as they
get older, get even more stubborn with their racist tendencies,
clinging to them as if a tattered security blanket. But I think even
more people let go of such pettiness.
I will never know how my grandfather would have voted this year if
he had the chance, but that anecdote from Florida and my own experience
at the end of his long, long life make me think he would've whispered
"Barack Obama" and quietly voted for him, too.
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