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September 4, 1996
The Era of Serious Public Policy Is OverChicago '68 was the inevitable convention comparison to Chicago '96. But what about Miami '72? Then as now a party was about to renominate a President, Richard Nixon, the only threat to whose reelection was an obscure scandal left over from his first term. For Nixon the scandal became a crisis shortly after his inauguration; he spent the eighteen months of his truncated second term dealing with the legal, political, and ultimately constitutional issues raised by his actions in his first term. Whitewater may not
Nevertheless, the motto of Chicago '96 could have come right out of the era of Chicago '68 -- the personal was relentlessly the political this year. Night after night, speaker after speaker, the delegates were treated to anecdotes, narratives, recitatives, tableaux vivants of personal or familial suffering. Emotional manipulation was the signature of the convention. Political argument was nonexistent. In this respect Al Gore's Wednesday-night speech was the worst. This lachrymose exploitation of his sister's death from lung cancer was so grotesque that it made me want to go and have a good smoke. How could Gore have made his elderly parents, whom we could see breaking up with everybody else in the hall, go through it? Gore's sister died in 1984, yet during the Democratic presidential primaries in 1988, when his campaign was turning south, Gore posed as a friend of southern tobacco, saying that he had grown tobacco on his own farm and was familiar with the botany of the plant. Perhaps it took the intervening eight years for Gore's fervent opposition to the tobacco industry to ripen. Alternatively, one can observe how Gore's sincerity keeps pace with his political need; his shamelessly manipulative oration showed that he has what it takes to be President. There is nothing he will not do to win.
If bathos took the place of argument in Gore's speech, enumeration did duty
for eloquence in Clinton's. In sixty-plus minutes he said nothing worth
remembering, all the while building a metaphorical bridge to the twenty-first
century across which he summoned every conceivable group of voters. Clinton's
bridge was to remind us (and remind us) of Bob Dole's offer during his
convention acceptance speech to be a bridge to the past. Clinton's speech
reportedly owed much to Dick Morris, who needs no introduction. The President's
spirits must have been lowered by the sordid circumstances -- call girl, dog
collar, toe sucking -- surrounding Morris's resignation that morning. But he
hid his embarrassment beneath page after page of promises. They sounded
ambitious until NPR reported their total cost: less than $10 billion spread
over five years -- the budgetary equivalent of small change. No major problem
confronting our government can be set right by that trifling sum. The time not
absorbed by Whitewater in Clinton's second term will be spent on telegenic
stunts like having volunteers read to third graders. The era of big government
is over, and so, apparently, is the era of serious public policy. Richard Nixon
at least wanted to be President to do big things. Bill Clinton wants to be
President so that mothers can spend an extra day in the hospital after giving
birth and volunteers can read to third graders.
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