Time warp
I'm feeling more magnanimous than I did when I wrote the previous post. Upon hearing of Jesse Helms' death, I was suddenly transported back to a dorm elevator the day after Helms won one of his re-election bids by, in Jeff Greenfield's words, "running a 1968-style campaign in 1990 and getting away with it." I and others were in the midst of a furious debate about whether or not being a great friend of the tobacco farmer trumped Helms' Neanderthal hatefulness.
But guess what? It's not 1990! It's 2008! The nation is poised to elect it's first black President. Gays can marry in Massachusetts and California. Attempts to privatize Social Security have gone nowhere. And an all-sticks and no carrots foreign policy has been thoroughly discredited.
Helms won a lot of elections by pandering to every nasty impulse in our body politic, but he and his fellow travelers never translated electoral success into rolling back the drift toward a more tolerant, more generous society.
America has said No to Senator No. Secure in that, I can say, rest in peace, Senator.



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