Watching Day 1 of the Democratic National Convention, I was as struck as anyone by the artful use of imagery and tone to invoke the nostalgia of Democratic days-gone-by. Despite the props to the Carters and others, the first half of the evening was all about the Kennedys.
There was Caroline, the imp from Camelot grown to political and familial matriarchy nearly as stoic in her own way, given all that she has been through, as Uncle Teddy.
And there was the video of Teddy sailing, eternal, white-maned helmsman of the Left, his whole clan crewing for him as the Kennedys have always done.
And finally there was Teddy himself, the Kennedy whom we have seen grow old, in the words of MSNBC's Chris Matthews, rallying the faithful with a masterful, poignant, tear-jerking speech, likely the last one we will ever hear a Kennedy brother deliver.
Then, with a few interruptions from lesser party lights, the torch passed directly to the Obamas, skipping any mention of the Democratic family that has occupied the White House for the longest stretch in more than 60 years. The Clintons will have their moments tonight and tomorrow, but the gap seemed to underscore the difference between leaders that Democrats merely admire and the ones they adore. The Clintons are admired as were the Trumans, Carters, Johnsons. The Kennedys are adored, as was FDR.
While Democrats champion the little people and the plain folks, they often choose leaders from loftier social, economic and educated classes. FDR. JFK. Jay Rockefeller. Dianne Feinstein. They love their Harvard grads and their Hollywood connections.
And they love a certain bearing, a certain carriage, a grace and style, eloquence and confidence that, while often married to birth and privilege, sometimes is not. Nobody, for instance, has ever accused our current president of owning this demeanor despite his own upbringing of wealth and favor.
But watching the Kennedy-to-Obama segue last night, it occurred to me more than ever how Barack, Michelle and family possess this. Their political foes have on occasion branded it as arrogance, aloofness, elitism. The question is if it will work on Democrats and then all Americans in the way that the Kennedy and Roosevelt charm transformed admiration into adoration. By example, if you view old footage of JFK conducting a press conference, you will see that Sen. Obama still has a ways to go.
But he has a great beginning, carried there by his own vision and achievement, but also by the images of his family and his life that could let the nation crown a new royal family in the wake of one that now sails toward the horizon.
As I watched the Obama girls take to the stage last night and talk via video link to their dad, I was visited by a grainy, ghostly image of a young JFK Jr. playing beneath his father's desk in the Oval Office. If getting a nation behind you involves capturing hearts as well as minds, the Republicans will have their work cut out for them next week in Minneapolis after Obama and his stage managers turn out the lights in Denver.



