when the shine wears off

Michael Gerson’s column today imagines (as a thought experiment) Barack Obama’s first 100 days in office as a sort of black comedy of foreign policy errors. After Obama’s imagined meeting with Iranian President Ahmadinejad, Gerson licks his chops over the following scenario:

The New York Post runs a front-page picture of the Obama-Ahmadinejad handshake under the headline “Surrender Summit!” The story notes another of Obama’s historic firsts: the first American president to meet with a Holocaust denier. The Israeli prime minister publicly asks, “Why is the American president meeting with a leader who calls us ‘filthy bacteria’ and threatens to wipe us ‘off the map?'” Tens of thousands protest in Tel Aviv, carrying signs reading “Chamberlain Lives!”

Of course, this and several other imagined gaffes will never take place, Gerson opines, because “Sitting behind the Resolute desk is a sobering experience that makes foolish campaign promises seem suddenly less binding.” The observation leaves Gerson in a position to reflect that “it is a bad sign for a candidate when the best we can hope is for him to violate his commitments.” This is the same Michael Gerson who only a few weeks ago extolled the Obama movement as “the return of idealism” and said further that “The day an African American stands on the steps of the U.S. Capitol — built with the labor of slaves — and takes the oath of office will be a moment of blinding, hopeful brightness.”

All hopefulness aside, it was inevitable that the shine would wear off Obama’s fame long before any inauguration — inevitable that the rough and tumble of negative campaigning would humanize and humble him. But I, for one, remain hopeful that this young man will rise to the occasion as he has each time in past months when some adversity has slowed his progress, and continue to persuade us that the United States of America can still become the country Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy dreamed of.

Clinton’s victories in Texas and Ohio have allowed her to renew her claim to entitlement. She can now pursue this claim through the August convention, perhaps, and even claim the nomination by persuading a sufficient majority of superdelegates to join her, especially if she wins Pennsylvania and continues to add to her pledged delegate total.

Thus, Obama can lose even if he wins, and that prospect sharpens the difference between his campaign and Clinton’s. Obama really is campaigning for national unity, or failing that for a sufficient majority to claim a mandate for change in the way Washington does business.

I hope he will continue to do so.

primary day

I knew that Clinton’s attacks on my guy would get nasty, but I had no idea. Nor did it occur to me that Clinton would deliberately create a sound bite that could be used against Obama by Republicans. But here she is, saying that if she can’t win McCain would be second best and calling Obama a fraud in the bargain.

And too, it looks as though the Obama NAFTA scandal, so called, is the real fraud.There’s been a wonderful flap going on about it in the Canadian parliament.

Of course, if Clinton wins . . . , which obviously she still plans to do . . . .

Di Stefano

Giuseppe Di Stefano: obit March 3, 2008. Too bad about the BBC photo. He was a great singer. Listen to the definitive 1953 Tosca, or the Toscanini Verdi Requiem.

I always thought his singing was a little tight and constricted, especially for an Italian; and maybe I was at least partly right, though he sang for decades. If I had been absolutely right, he would have lasted only a few years.

Here’s something to remember him by. Be sure to pay attention to the decrescendo on the high C.

John O’Donohue

A friend sent this link today.

I am doubly blessed by it, first by hearing O’Donohue read this lovely blessing, and second, by being intruduced to a writer and theologian I didn’t know. And I’m also sad to discover that O’Donohue died just a few weeks back, on January 3.

Looking around for information about him, I found this review, by Jesse Kornbluth whose blog, Head Butler, I am now discovering too. Kornbluth describes the evening he met O”Donohue as the night he “learned to drink single malt.”

I don’t recall what we talked about, and neither can my wife, who does not drink; all I remember is the cascades of laughter, the unbuckled happiness of people who are thrilled to be alive, and together, and sharing good fellowship with sympathetic souls in a nice restaurant on a rainy New York night.

Kornbluth has substantive praise for O’Donohue’s life and work as well. Here are a few selections:

As a writer and a man, he reminded me of the priest who was a friend of Proust’s. Yes, he believed there was a Hell. But he didn’t believe anyone went there.

. . .

In fact, he had his issues with Catholicism, especially its views on sex and women. The Church, he said, “is not trustable in the area of Eros at all.” And it “has a pathological fear of the feminine — it would sooner allow priests to marry than it would allow women to become priests.”

. . .

His bedrocks were his faith and “the Celtic imagination,” which, he said, “represents a vision of the divine where no one or nothing is excluded.” The blend he created was pure joy: “I think the divine is like a huge smile that breaks somewhere in the sea within you, and gradually comes up again.”

. . .

O’Donohue was no Pollyanna. He was deeply troubled by bad things happening to good people. . . . He offers fresh blessings, and on topics the Church might overlook — not just for a new home, marriage and child, but for the parents of a criminal, for parents who have lost a child, for those experiencing exile, solitude and failure.

An earlier book of poems, entitled Conamara Blues, intrigues me. O’Donohue’s last book was published in Britain as Benedictus: A Book of Blessings. The US version, to be published soon, will be entitled To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Invocations and Blessings. The former title is fine, but I like the new one very much indeed.