Sunday, February 03, 2008

Phi Slamma Obama

I worked for John F. Kennedy's election in 1960 before I could vote. Like a cat who sat on a hot stovelid, I've never worked in a presidential campaign since. My presidential ballot has been the kiss of death for all of the candidates since 1964, with the exception of Jimmy Carter in 1976. My endorsement will be a Judas kiss, so I will withhold it. However, I noted with interest that the Austin Fishwrap endorsed Barack Obama on the Donkey side; John McCain got their Dumbo endorsement. Now, Leonard Pitts weighs in for Obama without playing the race card. If this is (fair & balanced) idealism, so be it.

[x Miami Fishwrap]
'We need a leader,' not a politician
Leonard Pitts Jr.

I was 6 years old when John F. Kennedy was killed.

I don't remember much about that time, but do I recall that people felt as if hope had died. The murdered young president had embodied transformation, the startling power of the new, a sense of promise, optimism, unexplored frontiers. Four decades of revelations about backstage politics, marital infidelities, gangsters and Marilyn Monroe have not stopped people from looking back on that era with longing. To his admirers back then, Kennedy represented a promise that we the people could be better than we were.

Much as Barack Obama represents for his admirers now.

That realization was crystalized for me by two events of recent days.

• The first was public. Shortly after the Illinois senator won South Carolina's Democratic primary, John F. Kennedy's daughter Caroline announced her support of him in a New York Times column that compared him to her father. This was followed by an endorsement from her uncle, Sen. Edward M. Kennedy.

• The second event was personal. A chat with one of my best friends. Michelle, 46, said she intends to volunteer for Obama's campaign. As far as I know, she's never volunteered for any candidate, ever. In that, she's like my brother, also 46, also a first-time volunteer, also working for Obama. Michelle, a registered independent, told me that if Obama is not the Democratic nominee, she will vote Republican, even though none of the GOP candidates excites her. She feels she'd have no choice, because she can't stand Hillary Clinton.

Clinton is a politician, Michelle said. And at this crucial juncture in our history, "We don't need another politician. We need a leader." Which strikes me as the most succinct explanation of Obama's appeal I've ever heard.

For months now, we in the punditocracy have struggled to frame the question of What It Means, this Obama phenomenon. We have talked about charisma, but that doesn't half explain it. Bigger crowds are coming out for him. Republicans are switching parties for him. People who have never volunteered before are volunteering for him.

"We don't need another politician. We need a leader."

I submit that the answer to the question lies there. I submit that maybe a critical mass of us have grown sick of the politics of acrimony, the politics of red versus blue, the politics of addition by division. I submit that there is a yearning to be called into the service of something larger than self or party.

It's not that Obama is a tabula rasa, bereft of political ideology. He has an ideology, and moreover, that ideology is — pardon my language — liberal.

Indeed, I interviewed him once and described him as a centrist, whereupon he promptly corrected me. It's more accurate, he said, to say that he tries "to understand the arguments that are being made on both sides and to see there are ways of finding common ground. But that common ground may not always be in the middle."

Yet if Obama has an ideology, he has managed to avoid being trapped by it or defined by it. He has not sacrificed intellectual honesty for ideological purity. He comes across as a man not so rigidly enslaved by political creed that he cannot be persuaded, a man who is, in a word, reasonable. And reason has become a rarity.

Obama appeals to American characteristics that have lately seemed used up, forgotten, discarded. Meaning our capacity for reinvention and the native idealism that powers it. That appeal has been Obama's most valuable political asset, his Teflon and shield through the rough and tumble of this political season.

"We don't need another politician. We need a leader."

If I were a politician, I'd be taking notes.

[Leonard Pitts Jr. won the Pulitzer Prize for commentary in 2004. He is the author of Becoming Dad: Black Men and the Journey to Fatherhood. His column runs twice weekly in the Miami Fishwrap.]

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This Is Rich

Frank Rich is the leadoff Op-Ed hitter in the NY Fishwrap's Sunday lineup. JFK's ghost is walking our political landscape. Frank Rich, between the lines, is endorsing Obama. If this is (fair & balanced) punditry, so be it.

[x NY Fishwrap]

The Ghost Of JFK?

Click on image to enlarge/Copyright © 2008 Barry Blitt


Ask Not What J.F.K. Can Do for Obama
By Frank Rich

Before John F. Kennedy was a president, a legend, a myth and a poltergeist stalking America’s 2008 campaign, he was an upstart contender seen as a risky bet for the Democratic nomination in 1960.

Kennedy was judged “an ambitious but superficial playboy” by his liberal peers, according to his biographer Robert Dallek. “He never said a word of importance in the Senate, and he never did a thing,” in the authoritative estimation of the Senate’s master, Lyndon Johnson. Adlai Stevenson didn’t much like Kennedy, and neither did Harry Truman, who instead supported Senator Stuart Symington of Missouri.

J. F. K. had few policy prescriptions beyond Democratic boilerplate (a higher minimum wage, “comprehensive housing legislation”). As his speechwriter Richard Goodwin recalled in his riveting 1988 memoir “Remembering America,” Kennedy’s main task was to prove his political viability. He had to persuade his party that he was not a wealthy dilettante and not “too young, too inexperienced and, above all, too Catholic” to be president.

How did the fairy-tale prince from Camelot vanquish a field of heavyweights led by the longtime liberal warrior Hubert Humphrey? It wasn’t ideas. It certainly wasn’t experience. It wasn’t even the charisma that Kennedy would show off in that fall’s televised duels with Richard Nixon.

Looking back almost 30 years later, Mr. Goodwin summed it up this way: “He had to touch the secret fears and ambivalent longings of the American heart, divine and speak to the desires of a swiftly changing nation — his message grounded on his own intuition of some vague and spreading desire for national renewal.”

In other words, Kennedy needed two things. He needed poetry, and he needed a country with some desire, however vague, for change.

Mr. Goodwin and his fellow speechwriter Ted Sorensen helped with the poetry. Still, the placid America of 1960 was not obviously in the market for change. The outgoing president, Ike, was the most popular incumbent since F. D. R. The suburban boom was as glossy as it is now depicted in the television show “Mad Men.” The Red Panic of the McCarthy years was in temporary remission.

But Kennedy’s intuition was right. America’s boundless self-confidence was being rattled by (as yet) low-grade fevers: the surprise Soviet technological triumph of Sputnik; anti-American riots in even friendly non-Communist countries; the arrest of Martin Luther King Jr. at an all-white restaurant in Atlanta; the inexorable national shift from manufacturing to white-collar jobs. Kennedy bet his campaign on, as he put it, “the single assumption that the American people are uneasy at the present drift in our national course” and “that they have the will and strength to start the United States moving again.”

For all the Barack Obama-J. F. K. comparisons, whether legitimate or over-the-top, what has often been forgotten is that Mr. Obama’s weaknesses resemble Kennedy’s at least as much as his strengths. But to compensate for those shortcomings, he gets an extra benefit that J. F. K. lacked in 1960. There’s nothing vague about the public’s desire for national renewal in 2008, with a reviled incumbent in the White House and only 19 percent of the population finding the country on the right track, according to the last Wall Street Journal-NBC News poll. America is screaming for change.

Either of the two Democratic contenders will swing the pendulum. Their marginal policy differences notwithstanding, they are both orthodox liberals. As the party’s voters in 22 states step forward on Tuesday, the overriding question they face, as defined by both contenders, is this: Which brand of change is more likely, in Kennedy’s phrase, to get America moving again?

Lost in the hoopla over the Teddy and Caroline Kennedy show last week was the parallel endorsement of Hillary Clinton by three of Robert Kennedy’s children. In a Los Angeles Times op-ed article, they answered this paramount question as many Clinton supporters do (and as many John Edwards supporters also did). The “loftiest poetry” won’t solve America’s crises, they wrote. Change can be achieved only by a president “willing to engage in a fistfight.”

That both Clintons are capable of fistfighting is beyond doubt, at least on their own behalf in a campaign. But Mrs. Clinton isn’t always a fistfighter when governing. There’s a reason why Robert Kennedy’s children buried the Iraq war in a single clause (and never used the word Iraq) deep in their endorsement. They know that their uncle Teddy, unlike Mrs. Clinton, raised his fists to lead the Senate fight against the Iraq misadventure at the start. They know too that less than six months after “Mission Accomplished,” Senator Kennedy called the war “a fraud” and voted against pouring more money into it. Senator Clinton raised a hand, not a fist, to vote aye.

In what she advertises as 35 years of fighting for Americans, Mrs. Clinton can point to some battles won. But many of them were political campaigns for Bill Clinton: seven even before his 1992 presidential run. The fistfighting required if she is president may also often be political. As Mrs. Clinton herself says, she has been in marathon combat against the Republican attack machine. Its antipathy will be increased exponentially by the co-president who would return to the White House with her on Day One.

It’s legitimate to wonder whether sweeping policy change can be accomplished on that polarized a battlefield. A Clinton presidency may end up a Democratic mirror image of Karl Rove’s truculent style of G.O.P. governance: a 50 percent plus 1 majority. Seven years on, that formula has accomplished little for the country beyond extending and compounding the mistake of invading Iraq. As was illustrated by the long catalog of unfinished business in President Bush’s final State of the Union address, this has not been a presidency that, as Mrs. Clinton said of L. B. J.’s, got things done.

The rap on Mr. Obama remains that he preaches the audacity of Kumbaya. He is all lofty poetry and no action, so obsessed with transcending partisanship that he can be easily rolled. Implicit in this criticism is a false choice — that voters have to choose between his pretty words on one hand and Mrs. Clinton’s combative, wonky incrementalism on the other.

There’s a third possibility, of course: A poetically gifted president might be able to bring about change without relying on fistfighting as his primary modus operandi. Mr. Obama argues that if he can bring some Republicans along, he can achieve changes larger than the microinitiatives that have been a hallmark of Clintonism. He also suggests, in his most explicit policy invocation of J. F. K., that he can enlist the young en masse in a push for change by ramping up national service programs like AmeriCorps and the Peace Corps.

His critics argue back that he is a naïve wuss who will give away the store. They have mocked him for offering to hold health-care negotiations so transparent (and presumably feckless) that they can be broadcast on C-Span. Obama supporters point out that Mrs. Clinton’s behind-closed-doors 1993 health-care task force was a fiasco.

A better argument might be that transparency could help smoke out the special-interest players hiding in Washington’s crevices. You’d never know from Mrs. Clinton’s criticisms of subprime lenders that one of the most notorious, Countrywide, was a client as recently as October of Burson-Marsteller, the public relations giant where her chief strategist, Mark Penn, is the sitting chief executive. Other high-level operatives in her campaign belong to Dewey Square Group, an outfit that just last year provided lobbying services for Countrywide.

The question about Mr. Obama, of course, is whether he is tough enough to stand up to those in Washington who oppose real reform, whether Republicans or special-interest advocates like, say, Mr. Penn. The jury is certainly out, though Mr. Obama has now started to toughen his critique of the Clintons without sounding whiny. By framing that debate as a choice between the future and the past, he is revisiting the J. F. K. playbook against Ike.

What we also know is that, unlike Mrs. Clinton, Mr. Obama is not hesitant to take on John McCain. He has twice triggered the McCain temper, in spats over ethics reform in 2006 and Mr. McCain’s Baghdad market photo-op last year. In Thursday’s debate, Mr. Obama led an attack on Mr. McCain twice before Mrs. Clinton followed with a wan echo. When Bill Clinton promised that his wife and Mr. McCain’s friendship would ensure a “civilized” campaign, he may have been revealing more than he intended about the perils for Democrats in that matchup.

As Tuesday’s vote looms, all that’s certain is that today’s pollsters and pundits have so far gotten almost everything wrong. Mr. McCain’s campaign had been declared dead. Mrs. Clinton has gone from invincible to near-death to near-invincible again. Mr. Obama was at first not black enough to sweep black votes and then too black to get a sizable white vote in South Carolina.

Richard Goodwin knew in 1960 that all it took was “a single significant failure” by Kennedy or “an act of political daring” by his opponents for his man to lose — especially in the general election, where he faced the vastly more experienced Nixon, the designated heir of a popular president. That’s as good a snapshot as any of where we are right now, while we wait for the voters to decide if they will take what Mrs. Clinton correctly describes as a “leap of faith” and follow another upstart on to a new frontier.

[New York Times columnist Frank Rich's new book is The Greatest Story Ever Sold: The Decline and Fall of Truth from 9/11 to Katrina. Rich has been with the Times since 1980, when he was named chief theater critic.

With reviews that could be devastating, Rich earned the nickname "The Butcher of Broadway." In 1994, Rich became an op-ed columnist for the paper, turning his focus to politics and culture. Slate recently re-dubbed him "The Butcher of the Beltway."]

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A Stupid Bowl Meditation On Perfection

Supposedly, in the midst of the mayhem of the NFL line of scrimmage, everything slows down for Tom Brady. Zen (Japanese: 禪) or chán (Chinese: 禅) is a school of Mahāyāna Buddhism notable for its emphasis on mindful acceptance of the present moment, spontaneous action, and letting go of self-conscious, judgmental thinking. Perhaps that is what happens when an athlete or a team achieves "perfection." According to J.(erome) D.(avid) Salinger, "It's being able to hear the sound of one hand clapping." Perhaps Nadia Comaneci heard one hand clapping in the 1976 Olympics. Perhaps Tom Brady will hear one hand clapping one more time in the Stupid Bowl. If this is (fair & balanced) mysticism, so be it.

[x NY Fishwrap]
Perfection Is Afterthought, Perfect Examples Say
By Bill Pennington

The 18-0 New England Patriots take the field Sunday for Super Bowl XLII seeking perfection and a place in sports history. But those who have already tread the path to a flawless sports achievement say that finding perfection and fame will be the farthest thing from the Patriots’ minds.

“During my routine and even after it, I did not think it was all that perfect,” said the gymnast Nadia Comaneci, whose unprecedented score of 10.0 at the 1976 Olympics exemplifies perfection on a grand sports stage. “I thought it was pretty good, but athletes don’t think about history when making history. They think about what they’re doing, and that’s how it gets done.”

Tom Brady, the Patriots’ star quarterback, insisted that Sunday’s game would be no different.

“I know it’s a very important game, but we cannot play it like that, like it’s history being played out,” he said Thursday. “It is a football game we want to win, and the only way to do that is to treat it like a football game. It’s not about being perfect. I don’t even know what perfect in sports is.”

With a victory, the Patriots will take their place alongside other landmark sports triumphs, like the boxer Rocky Marciano’s spotless 49-0 career record or the U.C.L.A. basketball teams of the 1960s that had four undefeated national championship seasons.

Like Brady, the speedskater Eric Heiden, who won five gold medals in a sweep of the individual events during the 1980 Olympics, said his approach was not reflective at all.

“I never once thought about the consequences or legacy of my efforts — a perfect Olympics never entered my consideration,” said Heiden, who was so relaxed on the eve of his last race that he overslept and arrived at the skating oval late.

Heiden conceded he might have felt the pressure briefly at the beginning of his final race, the grueling 10,000 meters.

“I wasn’t skating particularly well in the first few laps of that race,” said Heiden, who is now an orthopedic surgeon in Utah. “And what did enter my mind was that I had been training seven years for that moment. It was a rare opportunity that wasn’t ever going to come along again. I started skating faster and better. I certainly wasn’t going to let fatigue or the fear of losing get in the way.”

Comaneci’s and Heiden’s achievements are largely unquestioned in a sports culture where statistics can sanction perfection in quantifiable ways.

Just don’t tell that to those who achieved the so-called perfect records.

“There is no perfect season,” said John Wooden, who coached the U.C.L.A. basketball teams that once won 88 consecutive games. “You can have a season where you win all your games. But that is far from perfect.

“The other teams you played scored points and your team made mistakes. Maybe a lucky bounce actually won you a game or two. No, winning doesn’t make you perfect.”

Glenn Allison, the first to bowl three consecutive perfect 300 games, known as a 900 series, in a sanctioned league in 1982, had something other than perfection on his mind. Now 77, Allison said he barely recalled the last two of his 36 successive strikes because his goal was to break the existing record of 886 for three games.

“I did feel a bit of the pressure before the 34th strike because I knew it was for the record,” said Allison, who still works at the La Habra 300 Bowl in California where he bowled his three 300s. “I actually made a bad shot and got a lucky strike. To me, the pressure was over at that point and the last two strikes were afterthoughts.”

Allison is known as Mr. 900, even though his record, after a protracted legal fight, was later disallowed by the American Bowling Congress for what officials called noncomplying lane conditions.

Wooden was the only person to say he discussed perfection with his teams, but in an unusual way.

“I never even mentioned trying to win games to my teams,” he said. “I did talk about perfection. I said it was not possible. But I said it’s not impossible to try for it. That’s what we did in every practice and game.”

Comaneci said: “I did not even look at the scoreboard when my routine was done in 1976. My teammates started pointing because there was this uproar.”

The scoreboard read 1.00 because it only went up to 9.99. A perfect score had never been considered. “Even then, I thought: ‘One point zero? What’s that?’ I didn’t get it,” she said.

Even so, for some athletes, simply entering a competition can evoke anxiety. Bill Russell, for instance, was known for getting sick at times before games when he took the basketball court in his days at the University of San Francisco and with the Boston Celtics. That did not stop him, though, from leading San Francisco to an undefeated season in 1955, not to mention the Celtics’ eight N.B.A. titles in a row from 1959 to 1966.

Perfection in sports — at least as it is widely defined — has long been a fascination. In other walks of life, there may not be a perfect opera or a perfect soufflé, but sports fans like to believe they know a perfect sports achievement when they see one.

“In sports, we seek perfection because it is so rarely achieved anywhere else in life,” said John F. Murray, a sports psychologist in Florida. He added, “But I tell my clients to focus on excellence, not perfectionism.”


In interviews, the athletes and the coaches associated with unbeaten teams and other so-called perfect achievements did identify certain commonalities.

“The first thing you see in all these cases is the overwhelming confidence that intense preparation brings about,” Heiden said. “When you watch the Patriots play, if something goes wrong, they are not the least bit affected by it. I know what that’s like. When you’re on your game and you know that everybody else knows it, too, it’s a big psychological advantage.”

Rebecca Lobo, the senior leader of the 1994-95 Connecticut women’s basketball team that was 35-0 and won a national title, said: “It starts with a great head coach who keeps the player egos in check and keeps the priority on unselfish preparation rather than a win streak. I see the Patriots’ Bill Belichick doing that just as our coach, Geno Auriemma, did it for us.”

Comaneci, who with her gymnast husband, Bart Conner, owns an Oklahoma gymnastics academy and appears extensively at promotional and charity events, said hunger for superior results was a trait found in all elite athletes.

“Hard work for consistent, excellent good results is what matters,” she said. “Perfect is not the goal. Because, is it real?”

Comaneci then told a story. At home in Romania in 1980, she parked her car crooked so it was jutting into traffic. A police officer came by and pointed out her mistake.

“I started laughing and told him, ‘I can’t do everything perfect,’ ” she said.

[Bill Pennington is a reporter for the New York Times and has been writing about sports for twenty-five years. A former syndicated sports columnist, Pennington is a ten-time finalist and five-time winner of the Associated Press Sports Editors' national writing contest. He lives with his wife, Joyce, and three children in Warwick, New York.]


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