Time Traveling Presidents Are The Worst Kind

Representative Steve Austria (R-OH) has the skinny on FDR: the man apparently was a time-traveler. The Columbus Post Dispatch at least called Rep. Austria on his "minor" revisionist history when he said this:

"When (President Franklin) Roosevelt did this, he put our country into a Great Depression," Austria said. "He tried to borrow and spend, he tried to use the Keynesian approach, and our country ended up in a Great Depression. That's just history."

"That's just history." Ohh...Kay!! Most historians, myself included, date the beginning of the Great Depression at or shortly after the stock-market crash of 1929; Roosevelt took office in 1933, which was the worst point in the depression, more than 15 million Americans—one-quarter of the nation’s workforce—were unemployed. Keynes didn't publish his book until 1936, as a reaction to and solution for the Great Depression. The New Deal (as it was to be re-named) began under President Hoover, NOT Roosevelt. Roosevelt was governor of New York at the time. To stem the tide of the Depression and save money, the Republicans in the House came within one vote of all but disbanding the US Army in 1940, even with a War raging in Europe?

Is he serious? Was he just repeating or testing talking points (read: lies) told as part of the Neo-Conservatives recent attempts to undermine President Obama? Repeat a lie, even a stupid one enough times and he hopes his constituents in Ohio will believe him? Is he so dismissive of the people he serves? I know BeaverCreek. I spent a lot of time around the Brookville area and these people are solidly republican, hard working and smart! I would be so completely insulted if I were his constituent, Republican or Democrat. Are Americans really so ignorant of such recent US History that they wouldn't, en mass, call him on this?? Am I out of step? Would this pass the smell test?

A Thought About My Grandfather

I just finished watching the second part of American Experience's FDR. It was a wonderful show about a fascinating and complex president. It led me to ponder my grandfather.

My Grandfather, Clyde Brown, was a Hoosier farmer. He was an wonderful, honest and guileless man. He was humble, never put "on airs" and never spoke overly glowing of public figures. Everyone in his eyes, was an equal.

The decor of my grandparents home was simple and uncluttered. There weren't many pictures or paintings hanging on the walls. It just wasn't their way.

One photo they did have hanging, was in the hallway leading from a breeze-way to their living room. It was an old, badly faded black and white photo of a man with odd glasses, a pointy jaw, a long cigarette holder and a wide smile. One day, when I was about eight years old, I finally asked my grandfather who the man in the photo was, "Is he a relative?"

He looked at me then back at the photo. He fixed his gaze hard on it, as if he'd almost forgotten it was there. I remember looking at his reflection in the dusty glass covering it. Then, in a hoarse whisper he muttered, "That's the President ... that's the President." A visible tear rolled down his tanned and weathered face. Something he did not do.

He had a wonderful laugh, and a whimsical, almost mischievous smile, but he didn't cry. He was born a Mid-Western Baptist in 19th Century, stoicism and he were good pals. I'd only see him emotional again when he lost my grandmother, then later, when he was in his mid-90's, loosing his battle with age and reason.

For me, that moment was indelible. I remained forever fascinated with presidents and the presidency. I studied history, eventually becoming a Presidential historian. Knowing what I know about FDR, I consider him a great president, but I don't hold him or any president with the same esteem my grandfather had. I know too much, I've become too cynical. What I do retain from that moment, is a respect for the office. I may not always respect the person in office, but I have a great and profound respect for the Presidency; The idea and ideal of it.

I've seen first hand how FDR's programs allowed my family to stay afloat during the depression. Allowed them to keep their farm, and feed their family, neighbors and America. I witnessed a silent moment of gratitude to that man and those programs. I witnessed a "thank you" simultaneously sent across four decades in time and to heaven.

My interest in history was born from that moment, and that grateful tear.