Wikipedia - Eugene Joseph McCarthy was an American
politician, writer, and academic who represented Minnesota in
both houses of the United States Congress for over 22 years, then in the U.S. Senate from 1959 to 1971. McCarthy sought the party's
presidential nomination in the 1968
presidential election, challenging incumbent
President Lyndon B. Johnson on an anti–Vietnam War platform.
He ran for president four more times.
Sam Smith, 2011
OVER A QUARTER
CENTURY or so, Mark Plotkin and I would have occasional lunches with Eugene
McCarthy. Plotkin had been Senator McCarthy's campaign manager when he ran as
an independent for president in 1976. The lunches were at such places as Duke
Zeibert's - a haven for the untight powerful - and later in the Progressive Review’s
conference room at La Tomate Restaurant - AKA the table just southwest of the
bar. Between lunches, Gene McCarthy would write poetry, books of essays,
columns (which I happily published in the DC Gazette), drink coffee at the
H&J Grocery in Sperryville, Virginia, and, when the mood struck him, run
for president. During or after lunch I would invariably find myself scribbling
a few words on a napkin or in my butt pilot, the small note pad I keep in my
back pocket. Here are some the things these notes recall. . .
ONCE WE WERE having
lunch at Duke's when Rob Reiner came into the room. McCarthy rose to greet him
and the much shorter Reiner, clearly delighted to see him, rushed forward and
then hesitated, asking "Do you do hugs?" Gene did.
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ON ANOTHER OCCASION
former Indiana Senator Vance Hartke sat down with us. Hartke had been one of
the first senators to come out against the Vietnam war, but after leaving the
Senate he lowered his sights somewhat, lobbying for riverboat gambling and getting
caught at the age of 77 violating state election laws. He was convicted and put
on probation. Hartke told us of visiting Governor Roger Branigan one morning.
The governor was on his second whiskey and said to Hartke, "You know, I
never wanted to be governor, I just wanted to be elected governor."
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LONG BEFORE JERRY
FALWELL, there was the colorful Catholic television character, Bishop Fulton
Sheen, who not only spread the gospel but gave the future star of 'West Wing'
his stage name. Sheen stayed in character off the set. McCarthy recalled
sitting with him in a restaurant as a waitress took the orders. When she came
to the customer in the fancy robes, she said, "And what do you want, cock
robin?"
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GENE BELIEVED that
the Senate was like a herd of cattle while the House acted more like hogs. The
former would willing follow one steer with a sense of direction but the latter
needed to be stampeded.
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PRESIDENT EISENHOWER,
recalled McCarthy, always asked God to care for the country while he was
asleep. Gene said this was one reason he liked nighttime the best although he
worried about those on the west coast because of the time differential.
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GENE TOOK TENNIS
LESSONS from Allie Ritzenberg at St. Alban's School in the shadow of the
National Cathedral. Many of Washington's most prominent went there to release
whatever aggressions were left over from their day job. Ritzenberg, when he
wasn't winning titles himself, coached people like Jackie Kennedy, Katherine
Graham and Robert McNamara. McCarthy viewed McNamara as a coward for showing up
on the courts early in the morning when no one was around to see how badly he
played. Gene told Ritzenberg that he was responsible for the Vietnam War
because he kept hitting to McNamara's strength thereby boosting his ego. Then
McNamara would go to the Pentagon and escalate the real battle.
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SOMEONE asked what
Gene would do if he were to become pope. He replied that he would cut the Ten
Commandments down to four and reorder them.
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HE LIKED PRINCIPLES
YOU COULD FOLLOW: "An old Congressman - I think it was Brad Spencer -
said, 'I'll tell you, young men, you may make a mistake once in a while, but
vote against everything that starts with 're.'
He said, 'Vote
against all reorganizations.'
'Vote against all
recodifications.
'Vote against all
resolutions.'
They hadn't started
to reinvent government then but he would have said, 'Vote against all
reinventions.'
And, he said, 'Vote
against all Republicans.' That was the last word and rather a good bit of
advice."
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GENE AND I both owned
property in Rappahanock County, Virginia, about two hours away. If DC had the
population density of Rappahanock, it would have only 2,000 people living in
it. I bought the place in the early 1970s from G. Brown Miller, who once told
me, "You know, partner, your friend Erbin is a mighty fine fellow." I
agreed. "He gave me one of them marijuwana cigarettes the other day."
"How'd you like it, Brown?" I asked. "Well, it seems like to me,
for a man who's lived on moonshine all your life, it don't do much."
I once entered the
H&J Grocery store in Virginia and found a group of men drinking coffee,
including a fully uniformed and armed game warden holding his coffee in one
hand and a copy of Foreign Affairs in the other. It was explained to me
that Gene McCarthy had been in earlier.
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DESPITE ALL HIS
LOSSES in presidential races, his defeat in the 1982 Minnesota senatorial race
sometimes appeared to bother him most. And Rappahanock County was partly to
blame. It seemed his opponent had depicted McCarthy as a stranger who lived
amongst the Virginia gentry and the horsey set. Gene tried to explain the
difference between, say, truly horsey Middleburg, Virginia, and Rappahanock -
such as the roughness of the latter's terrain and its groundhog holes.
Challenged to explain who did live there, "I went on to explain that the
men of my acquaintance in the county were country lawyers, well diggers,
preachers, horse trainers and traders, orchard men, cattle breeders and horse
breeders, wood cutters, timber men, a game warden, at least three country store
owners, an auctioneer, two filling station operators, the keeper of the hounds,
a real estate man who encouraged people to eat rutabagas, a county supervisor,
one or two persons suspected of being moonshiners and bootleggers, poachers, a
coon hound trainer and hunter, and one suspected of keeping fighting chickens,
and a few scattered United Airlines pilots."
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FINALLY IT WAS TIME
to go to a retirement home. As Gene had said when he turned 80, he was
"beyond the reach of the scriptures" with their lifespan of three
score and ten. But he didn't think all that much of his new form of exile. For
one thing, there had to be at least three people at each table in the dining
hall: "You need one to eat, one to talk, and one to hear." And he
learned early not to sit at the same table with Victor Reuther who had
developed an endless capacity for describing his near death in an attempted
murder while a labor leader. Gene's view of retirement: "I feel like I'm
on a cruise ship on the River Styx." And: "The line between assisted
living and assisted dying is very thin."
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The memorial
service for Gene McCarthy ran a bit long, considering it was a tribute to a man
who had once suggested reducing the number of commandments from ten to four.
And it was disturbing to see Bill Clinton shamelessly delivering a tribute to a
man of integrity, especially one who had once suggested, as a reform, that
"we fire all the Rhodes and Oxford scholars and everyone from
Arkansas." But then there was also Peter Yarrow singing moving
memorials and the brass section of the National Symphony and, most of all, the
guy sitting next to me in the National Cathedral pew who was wearing a baseball
cap and a sports jacket.
With pleasant
earnestness he had turned to me before the service and asked, "Tell me,
what did he do? He ran for president, didn't he? And was he a senator?" I
was stunned, wondering what had led him to enter the cathedral in the first
place.
The man was
interested and noted, "I wasn't here back then but I just liked the way he
stood up for the truth."
A light clicked.
"You were in Vietnam," I said.
"Right. It
really screwed you up. Every day you thought you were going to die. I'm still
screwed up."
During the service,
my neighbor made copious notes and took photos with his camera. At the end of
the service, I shook hands and said I had been glad to meet him, adding,
"Was it worthwhile?" He
smiled. "It was unforgettable. I feel alive again."
