By: Deborah Mathis, BlackAmericaWeb.com
Speaking kindly of the dead is one of those things expected of civilized people even if it pains them to do so, strains credulity and requires utter hypocrisy.
This is particularly so when the departed is a person who once held a position of honor, prestige and authority. Like, for example, a former United States senator. When there is such a high station involved, the expectation of fond farewells is even greater. Take Richard Nixon’s death, for example. Had you not known already, you would not have learned from the eulogies and benedictions that he once betrayed the very Constitution that he swore to uphold, casting the government into disarray.
Nor, this week, are we likely to hear anything about what made North Carolina’s Jesse Helms one of the late 20th century’s most memorable members of the world’s most deliberative body.
Helms’ prepossessions about race and sexual orientation, combined with his stubborn, blustery, mocking demeanor, made him a stranger to middle ground, and it to him. He was either for or against something. And Americans either loved or loathed him.
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