PERSPECTIVE FROM THE 19TH HOLE: This is the title I chose for my personal blog, which is meant to give me an outlet for one of my favorite crafts – writing – plus use an image from my favorite sport, golf. Out of college, my first job was as a reporter for the Daily Astorian in Astoria, Oregon, and I went on from there to practice writing in all of my professional positions, including as a Congressional press secretary in Washington, D.C., an Oregon state government manager in Salem and Portland, press secretary for Oregon’s last Republican governor (Vic Atiyeh), and a private sector lobbyist. This blog also allows me to link another favorite pastime – politics and the art of developing public policy – to what I write.
I still remember the time when one of my good friends told me that, when Donald Trump won the presidency three years ago, she went out and danced in the middle of the street to express her happiness.
Perhaps she was exaggerating, but I don’t think so.
To preserve our friendship over the last three years, we don’t talk much about Trump. For one thing, there are better topics to share. For another, all Trump-talk would do is spark disagreement.
One of my favorite columnists, Peggy Noonan, who writes for the Wall Street Journal wrote about this subject under this headline:
My Sister, My Uncle and Trump
They loved him and were sure he’d win. I couldn’t share their jolliness, but I respected their rebellion.
Noonan recounted that it was four years ago this week, June 16, 2015, when she encountered her relatives’ love for Trump. She thought of again this week as she watched Trump announce his re-election campaign.
“This guy isn’t going to be president,” she said then three-plus years ago. “We’ve been reading about his tabloid antics for 30 years. But he’ll have some impact, some support. Who? How much?”
Noonan continues (and it is better for me to use much of her words rather than trying to write me own):
“At this point (three years ago or so when Trump announced his first election bid) my phone rang,” Noonan writes. “It was my elder sister Cookie, formerly of Staten Island, New York, now living down South, a person who’s lived a hard life and gotten through it with a spirit she does not fully see or credit. She’s not particularly political, not at all partisan.
“She didn’t even say hello. She just said, ‘I loooooove him.’
“I was startled. Who?
“’Donald Trump. Did you see it?’ She’d watched the announcement live. ‘He’s going to win.’
“Cookie had voted for Barack Obama in 2008 and told me he would win, so I knew I was hearing something.
“Honey, tell me why you love him.”
“’He’s telling the truth!’ He described our political life as she experienced it: Washington doesn’t care about the people, both parties are full of it, they don’t even care enough to control the border. ‘He’s the one who can break through and clean that place up.’
“We hang up and the phone rings again. It’s Uncle Patrick—early 80s, Brooklyn Irish, U.S. Marine, worked at a bank on Long Island.
“He doesn’t introduce himself either.
“’So how do you like my guy!’ He’s pumped.
“Would that be Donald Trump?”
“Yeah! D’ja see it?”
“We talked, the beginning of many such conversations between me and Pat and me and Cookie.
“Their gift was alerting me, honestly and early, that something was happening in America, something big and confounding, something that deserved concentrated attention — and respect.
“They were patriots; they loved America. They weren’t radical; they’d voted for Republicans and Democrats. They had no grudge against any group or class. They knew that, on America’s list of allowable bigotries, they themselves — middle Americans, Christians who believed in the old constitutional rights — were the only ones you were allowed to look down on. It’s no fun looking down on yourself, so looking down wasn’t their habit.
“But they were looking at their country and seeing bad trend lines. In choosing Trump, they were throwing a Hail Mary pass, but they didn’t sound desperate. They always sounded jolly. And I realized they hadn’t sounded jolly about politics in a while.
“Below the jolliness I sense the spirit of the jailbreak. They were finally allowed to be renegades. They were playing the part of the rebel in a country that had long cast them as the boring Americans —stodgy, drone-like, nothing to say. The working and middle class, dependable heartland-type boobs. Everyone else got to act up and complain. They were just there to pay the taxes, love the country, send boys to war.
“Now they were pushing back, and hell it was fun. It was like joining a big, beautiful anti-BS movement. It was like they were telling the entire political class, ‘I’m gonna show a little juice, baby, brace yourself.’”
For her part, Noonan said she thought, then and now, that America should think twice about “putting the American nuclear arsenal in the hands of a TV host.”
She wrote, “It is a weakness of Trump supporters now that they still cannot take seriously the un-readiness of the White House for a sudden, immediate and high-stakes crisis. They do not see the chaos and the lack of professionalism of the unstaffed government as a danger. It is a dreadful one.”
Noonan’s conversations with her relatives convinced her that they were among citizens who felt those who govern America do not really care about, or emotionally affiliate with, the people of their own country.
I believe the fault for all of this lies with both political parties, not just one side.
It would be possible to suggest that Democrats always have a better idea about a government solution for every problem. Just consider the views of the 23 or is it 24 Ds running for president. Most of them want to do away with democracy and cultivate a socialistic state, which means they want to spend other people’s money until there is no more left.
Republicans are different, of course, but no better at appearing to represent the country – all of the country. They just want to say “no” to everything, contending that there is not smart middle on any public policy issue.
Noonan’s relatives — Cookie and Patrick — are going to vote for Trump in the 2020 election. As Cookie texted to Noonan, “He is a marauder, a maverick.”
I suppose it is possible to understand the unrest that motivates many in the country to choose a person unfit to be president or act like a seasoned leader of the free world, with his finger on the nuclear button.
Still, I hope the unrest – not to mention zeal for Trump – means he will not get another four years in the Oval Office.
And, to be frank about my friend, I hope she will not be dancing in the streets again a year or so from now.