Monday, February 21, 2011
A Hope on President's Day
We need President’s Day desperately in this strange time in which we live to honor the office of President. When I was a little boy—a long time ago—when you heard the word, President—you knew this was a big deal. George Washington’s picture was on about every classroom wall I ever had. Up the road from Columbus, Georgia where I lived was Warm Springs where our President, Franklin Roosevelt went for respite and for help with a polio few knew he had. But he was our President—we mill-workers were sure he had saved us from the terrible days of the Depression. He could do no wrong—he was the President.
But that was once upon a time and long ago. This was before I learned that George Washington had his enemies and though some wanted to make him our first king—others wanted anybody but George Washington to lead our country. This was before I realized that Presidents had clay feet like the rest of us. FDR’s legs were encased in braces and he lived in a wheel chair, which the media never showed. He was called a traitor to his class and a socialist for beginning Social Security.