Above, Jerry Kavanagh in 2000 on his 75 birthday, with son Tom and nephew James.
My father died this week. The wall arc of his 94 years on this earth seems to have little to do with politics. He has lived a “normal” life for a person in his generation, although it is hardly qualified as usual today. He grew up amidst depression, not quite poor but far from prosperity; He shared a bedroom of Baltimore rowhouse with three brothers until the two oldest enlisted men – my father joined the Marines, at the age of 18. He fought and injured in World War II, married, raised six children, achieving a modest degree of comfort between the middle class, retired and living happily, or so reasonably, even when health problems interferes Echoed in his later years.
And yet (often there is a “and yet” axis in the RCP comment, no? Well, here there is another, this one will be read by a visitor to the site regularly)… And yet, the slow and delicate transformation he has undergone from Hard-nosed, close-minded crank to someone who is open and spirituality rooted has Everything To do with politics. After all, if politics can be broadly defined how we conduct our collective issues, then Jerome Vincent Kavanagh provides an encouraging example that folks in Washington can emulate.
It is not the Dad who leads his beliefs or principles that guide him. But he has realized, and learned to accept, that other perspectives have equal significance for those…