Showing posts with label Charles A. Lindbergh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles A. Lindbergh. Show all posts

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Quote of the Day (James Thurber, on News Management of ‘The Greatest Man in the World’)



“The necessity for printing some account in the papers of the young man's career and personality had led to a remarkable predicament. It was of course impossible to reveal the facts, for a tremendous popular feeling in favor of the young hero [aviator Jacky Smurch] had sprung up, like a grass fire, when he was halfway across Europe on his flight around the globe. He was, therefore, described as a modest chap, taciturn, blond, popular with his friends, popular with girls. The only available snapshot of Smurch, taken at the wheel of a phony automobile in a cheap photo studio at an amusement park, was touched up so that the little vulgarian looked quite handsome. His twisted leer was smoothed into a pleasant smile. The truth was, in this way, kept from the youth's ecstatic compatriots; they did not dream that the Smurch family was despised and feared by its neighbors in the obscure Iowa town, nor that the hero himself, because of numerous unsavory exploits, had come to be regarded in Westfield as a nuisance and a menace. He had, the reporters discovered, once knifed the principal of his high school -- not mortally, to be sure, but he had knifed him; and on another occasion, surprised in the act of stealing an altar-cloth from a church, he had bashed the sacristan over the head with a pot of Easter lilies; for each of these offences he had served a sentence in the reformatory.”— American humorist James Thurber (1894-1961), “The Greatest Man in the World,” in The Middle-Aged Man on the Flying Trapeze (1935)

This 1931 satire by the New Yorker legend James Thurber came to my attention within the last three or four months. Readers at the time would have recognized his young aviator as Charles Lindbergh pushed to the point of what seemed like absurdity:  the clean-cut American hero as a juvenile delinquent, made palatable for a mass audience by a press corps that should have known better.

(Lindbergh’s real faults—the anti-semitism that blinded him to the ultimate terror of Nazism, not to mention the hectoring of wife Anne and secret fathering of children across the Atlantic with a German woman—would not become apparent at least until the end of the decade—or, in the case of his surprising transatlantic paternity, nearly 30 years after his death.)

But a September 2015 article in The Los Angeles Times by Patt Morrison put a considerably more contemporary spin on this. She wrote this in the early GOP primaries in this last, lamentable Presidential cycle, when a “better-class Jacky Smurch”—matching the aviator in vulgarity and far surpassing him in his bank account—was emerging: Donald Trump.

What could the other Republican White House aspirants, like the most powerful men in the nation in Thurber’s story, do to stop him? Thurber had them rush en masse at Jacky, when the public wasn’t around, and toss him out the window. The Republican establishment, instead of taking him head-on when it could have made a difference, chose to believe that The Donald, most un-aviator-like, would fall of his own weight, and one lucky fellow among them would be around to pick up his disconsolate followers.

Only they waited too long—first through the primaries, then the convention, then the election, and now all the sweet executive-branch appointments to be had. And now they—and, starting January 20, America as a whole—must face the consequences.

(The image accompanying this post shows Brad Davis as Smurch in a 1980 PBS adaptation of the piece.)

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Flashback, September 1941: Lindbergh Outrages With Isolationist Speech



In Des Moines, Iowa, before a cheering crowd of 8,000, Charles Lindbergh—previously an object of adulation, then of sympathy—took a fateful step toward alienating former admirers with a September 11 speech that attacked what he named as the “three most important groups who have been pressing this country toward war” with Germany:  “the British, the Jewish and the Roosevelt administration.”

The pilot, who had become famous overnight after his pioneering solo flight across the Atlantic in 1927, now found himself dangerously exposed in the political sphere as the most visible advocate of the isolationist America First Committee for using stereotypes used by the Nazis and other anti-Semites. .

Once Pearl Harbor was attacked three months later, Lindbergh’s offer of services was rejected by the administration he had so recently castigated as pro-war. Nothing he did in the postwar period—not his environmental activism, not even the Pulitzer Prize he would win for The Spirit of St. Louis—could entirely remove the stain of that controversial speech.

As I mentioned in prior posts on his birth and on his wife, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, I have long been fascinated by Lindbergh, not just for the extraordinary events of his life or the tragic kidnapping-murder of his son but also because of the imprint left on my hometown, Englewood, NJ, by his in-laws, the Morrow family. That connection was still apparent decades later in a lecture at my library, when a local historian claimed that Franklin Roosevelt’s administration had succeeded in blackening the hero’s name.

In sharp contrast to that viewpoint of Lindbergh as more sinned against that sinning, Philip Roth created a far darker picture of this problematic hero in his 2004 novel of alternative history, The Plot Against America. In this nightmare scenario, Lindbergh’s defeat of FDR as the unexpected nominee of the Republican Party in the 1940 Presidential election not only removes America as the principal source of aid to the British in their desperate struggle against Adolf Hitler, but also unleashes government-sanctioned anti-Semitism at home.

With the rise of Donald Trump this year, Roth’s dystopian vision seems unexpectedly prescient about how a celebrity non-politician could lead an assault on civil liberties in a homegrown version of Fascism. Lindbergh biographer A. Scott Berg is certainly correct in noting that, while Trump has courted fame relentlessly, Lindbergh was at pains to escape it, particularly after the death of his son, Charles Jr., and the resulting high-decimal “Trial of the Century” of the child’s convicted killer, Bruno Richard Hauptmann. And, certainly at first glance, someone as bent on going his own way as Lindbergh would have found it difficult to make common cause with others in a political movement.

On the other hand, Roth’s narrative of how Lindbergh could have become involved in electoral politics is not as far-fetched as might appear at first, and I’m afraid that the novelist’s view of the subterranean motives that animated the pilot is far more accurate than that local historian I saw years ago. For instance:

*Roth’s Lindbergh, like the real-life one, refuses to take direction from anyone. In the novel, GOP operatives disdain Lindbergh’s strategy of flying from one campaign event to another elsewhere in the country, until they realize he is reaping a publicity bonanza (not unlike the ways that Donald Trump has flouted informal campaign protocols this year). The real-life Lindbergh refused to clear his remarks with America First leaders.

*Lindbergh might have recoiled from fame, but he was ready to use it for what mattered to him. I can’t imagine any other explanation for why he not only he agreed to serve on the executive committee of America First, but also to speak so often on its behalf. War and peace mattered enormously to him. It’s not beyond the realm of possibility that at some point, someone might have persuaded him that by running for President, he could have made a difference on this issue.

*Lindbergh, through his family, was far less of a political neophyte than many suppose. Lindbergh was not only the son-in-law of Dwight Morrow, a U.S. ambassador to Mexico and U.S. Senator from New Jersey, but also the son of a Congressman. Charles Lindbergh Sr., a Republican, lost his bid to become governor of Minnesota because of his opposition to America’s entering WWI. The aviator may have felt that American politics needed “reform,” but who better to take on such a hard task than someone who’d already done something daring? In opposing U.S. involvement in WWII, he’d also be vindicating his father’s legacy.

*Lindbergh’s personal attitudes were not entirely dissimilar to those exhibited by the mass of Germans who followed the Nazis. He feared the spread of Communism (as, for that matter, did most Americans, then and after the war). More problematically, his close work with Dr. Alexis Carrel on a heart pump exposed him to far uglier views held by the Nobel-prize-winning French scientist on eugenics. (E.g., “Eugenics,” Carrel wrote in Man, the Unknown, “is indispensable for the perpetuation of the strong. A great race must propagate its best elements.”) In an essay published in Reader’s Digest two months after the outbreak of hostilities in September 1939, Lindbergh declared that Western nations “can have peace and security only so long as we band together to preserve that most priceless possession, our inheritance of European blood.” Lindbergh was also setting down more disturbing comments about Jews in private, passages later deleted from the otherwise frank The Wartime Journals of Charles A. Lindbergh (1970). 

*His belief in “order” and “discipline,” practiced almost fanatically at home, extended into the public sphere. Obsessive attention to every detail of The Spirit of St. Louis enabled Lindbergh to survive his flight. In time, it also complicated his relationship with Anne, who became irritated by his niggling attention to even the slightest detail of household operations. Everywhere he looked in 20th-century democratic society—particularly after he and his wife were hounded by the press during and after the kidnapping of their son—he saw disorder. On the other hand, the Third Reich impressed him during his visits with its “organized vitality.” “I have never in my life been so conscious of such a directed force,” Lindbergh wrote in his 1978 memoir, Autobiography of Values. “It is thrilling when seen.” It seems never to have occurred to this otherwise intelligent man that the prosperity he was witnessing was the direct result of property and wealth that properly belonged to Jews in Germany and that the “order” was the product of a police state. 

Much of the foregoing reflects badly on Lindbergh, but another factor in his opposition to the war was shared by most Americans: fear of the cost to the United States of entering another European war. Such a conflict, he correctly feared, would wreak even more devastation, this time on the United States.  

These fears animated the isolationist movement in general and America First in particular. It is now largely forgotten that the latter organization was not a product of zenophobes in the American heartland but of the most educated young minds at Yale University. Few if any of these students—including future Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart, future Yale President Kingman Brewster and future U.S. President Gerald Ford—suffered because of their early association with America First.

But Lindbergh did, and the Des Moines speech goes a long way toward explaining why.

While acknowledging the “persecution” that Jews faced in Germany, Lindbergh warned that American Jews should be opposing the war, or otherwise would be “among the first to feel its consequences.” 

As the Nazis at this point were persecuting Jews outside as well as inside Germany, the time when Jews could avoid “consequences” around the globe was disappearing fast, no matter what their stance on the war. (And, of course, if Hitler had been made an international pariah early on rather than appeased, he might have been checked before it became too late.)

But the aviator crossed an especially bright line when he spoke of American Jews’ “greatest danger to this country”: “their large ownership and influence in our motion pictures, our press, our radio and our government.” With one sentence, he had summoned one of the darkest and most enduring elements of anti-Semitism: the vicious charge of Jewish money and its influence.

Lindbergh then intensified the attack—and the resulting blowback on himself—by saying that the rationale of Jews (and the British) for intervening in the European conflict was “not American,” and that it resulted from “the natural passions and prejudices of other peoples.” He had effectively placed a whole group—adults with as much right to American citizenship as he had—among “other peoples.”

Reaction to Lindbergh’s speech was swift and devastating. It was not unexpected that he would be denounced by Republican Presidential candidates with interventionist leanings such as Wendell Willkie (“an inexcusable abuse of the right of freedom of speech which 130,000,000 Americans, regardless of their views, will wholly reject”) or Thomas E. Dewey (“the most un-American talk made in my time by any person of national reputation").

But just how virtually alone The Lone Eagle was on the political spectrum could be glimpsed in the  stinging criticism of isolationists who loathed Franklin Roosevelt, such as right-wing publisher William Randolph Hearst (an editorial in his newspapers assailed Lindbergh's “intemperate and intolerant address”) and former Democratic Presidential nominee Alfred E. Smith ("I greatly regret that Mr. Lindbergh has seen fit to inject anti-Semitism into his campaign against our foreign policy. It strikes at the very basis of our national unity, and, if spread, would certainly he followed by most un-American elements in our population").

Far from advancing the cause of isolationism, then, Lindbergh had only succeeded in isolating himself.

Monday, February 4, 2008

This Day in American History


February 4, 1902 – Charles Lindbergh, the first pilot to fly solo nonstop over the Atlantic, was born in Detroit, Mich., a 9 1/2-pound baby delivered by his uncle, Dr. Edwin Lodge.

By itself, the flight of the “Lone Eagle” makes him of compelling interest to any student of history, not to mention the kidnapping-death of his baby in the so-called “Crime of the Century” and his controversial involvement in the isolationist cause before World War II.

But he holds even more fascination for me because his in-laws, the Morrow family, left such a strong imprint on my hometown, Englewood.

Lindbergh’s father-in-law, Dwight Morrow, made his fortune as a corporate lawyer and partner with J.P. Morgan and Co. before serving as Ambassador to Mexico under his Amherst College classmate, President Calvin Coolidge. Our local public high school was named in his honor.

Morrow’s eldest daughter, Elisabeth, left a more direct imprint on education, founding in 1930 an independent co-educational country day school that still operates on its 14-acre campus to this day.

Much of the reason for Lindbergh’s success as a pilot, I first learned from Brendan Gill’s fine analysis of his solo flight,
Lindbergh Alone, stemmed from his obsession with virtually every mechanical detail of his plane. His control-freak nature, however, also tremendously complicated his relationship with his wife, the former Anne Morrow.

From the initial hero-worship she felt at the sight of the hero when she first saw him at a reception in Mexico, Anne eventually came to be irritated by her husband’s narcissism and niggling attention to even the slightest detail of household operations. In the mid-‘50s, I discovered in A. Scott Berg’s Pulitzer Prize-winning
Lindbergh, she had an affair with her therapist.

In the last 16 years of their marriage, Anne—a fine author in her own right—came to look forward to her husband’s frequent business trips abroad. One of the areas he visited was Germany, where he began a liaison with a disabled hatmaker named Brigitte Hesshaimer.

In 2003, two years after the death of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, DNA tests showed that her husband had fathered three children by Hesshaimer. Two years later, a biography claimed that Lindbergh also sired children by Hesshaimer's sister. The aviator never disclosed this part of his life to any member of his family.

“Lucky Lindy,” indeed…