By Patricia Lee Sharpe
It’s obvious that the biggest thing Caroline Kennedy has going for her is the name and the spurious mystique, one of the greatest PR coups/hoaxes in American history. The myth of Camelot, I mean. What sustains the myth is the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Assassination is always tragic, in personal terms. Worse, it’s not good for any political system to have too many people thinking they can bump off leaders.
The Kennedys have traded very effectively on the myth of extraordinary promise unfulfilled. In American presidential politics, there’s nothing like a full term, or two, in office to take the bloom off the rose. John Kennedy didn't govern long enough for the usual disillusionment to be confirmed. It’s a shame that Caroline’s father and uncle got killed during an unusually turbulent period of American history, and it’s too bad that her other uncle is gravely ill, but American politics has long since emerged from the period when a dramatically vacated Senate seat, for instance, was automatically replaced by his grieving widow, qualified or not.
It Was Obvious
What was in the works leaped out at me the moment she appeared on the podium, with the now practically sainted Senator Edward Kennedy, to endorse Barack Obama over Hillary Clinton. Caroline Kennedy was going into politics. When, during the Democratic convention, she was tapped to introduce Edward Kennedy’s heart-stopping appearance, given his very recent operation for brain cancer, and she then went on to deliver not an introduction but a serious address, it seemed absolutely incontrovertible to me: Caroline Kennedy’s love of the private life had palled.
Had Barack Obama, about to become the Democratic nominee for president, already assured her that, if elected, he would make appointments in such a way that Senator Hillary Clinton’s New York Senate seat would be up for grabs? Or had Caroline indicated she would be satisfied with a Cabinet appointment? Uncle Bobbie’s old post of Attorney General, perhaps? I have no idea. But once the election was over, it was clear that Obama owed her a big one. She’d helped him snag the youth vote by reviving the Camelot myth to give a golden glint to the emotional appeal of his mantra of hope and change.
Yes, I know that Caroline Kennedy is a lawyer and that she has written books on constitutional law and human rights. (Would they have got published in the first place or sold so well if she weren’t a Kennedy?) Like lots of rich working mothers, she has a record of community service, too. It might be said, then, that she is sufficiently qualified for the position to which she is now very actively aspiring.
Not Quite a Dime a Dozen
But New York is the second most populous state in the U.S. New York City is hardly a provincial capital. All of which is to say that the number of people (the number of women even) who are equally qualified, as lawyers, as writers on pertinent topics, as community leaders, must number in the hundreds, if not thousands. There is only one thing that distinguishes Caroline and that is her last name. Kennedy.
It seems to me, Governor Paterson, that it would give much more hope to alienated young people and it would revive the democratic faith of multitudes of disillusioned people in this country, if the appointment you need to make went to someone equally or more qualified who does not spring from a political dynasty, who made it on his or her own. Frankly, I felt much the same way several years ago when I learned that Hillary Clinton planned to seek a Senate seat from New York. There must be lifelong New Yorkers, I thought, with an equal or better claim to the seat. But at least Hillary went on to win her place in the Senate the hard way, by campaigning, by selling her suitability, vote by vote, to upstate New Yorkers who had greeted her candidacy very skeptically.
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