When Harry Met Jimmy…
As former President Jimmy Carter has been quietly been teaching all of us a daily lesson on the dignity of dying after living a deeply purposeful and humanitarian life, many of us have been reexamining our own lives.
I was never a Carter fan. I thought he was too conservative; too much of an incrementalist; not the kind of tough, crusading advocate for justice, human rights and the law that many of us Democratic activists craved, following the terrible and corrupt times of Richard Nixon, Spiro Agnew and Watergate. Foreshadowing Elizabeth Warren by some 40 years, we wanted fundamental change.
Post-presidency, Carter would grow into a towering international human rights leader, and as a Jew uncomfortable with Israel’s lurch into right-wing fundamentalism, I applauded his early and courageous conclusion that the Israeli government’s deprivation of equal rights for Arab-born Israelis and Palestinians, amounted to Apartheid. Other Jews condemned Carter for his candor.
But, back in 1974, Democrats, across the country swept into near veto-proof power in Congress in the mid-term elections, adding 49 new seats in the House, giving them a commanding 291-seat majority; in the Senate, Democrats picked up 4 seats, producing a filibuster-proof majority of 61. With the rise of progressivism in Congress , we did not want a milquetoast candidate for President in 1976…