Wednesday, December 5, 2018


This was the week when life made a good imitation of theater. Shakespeare would have found abundant drama, enough to inspire new masterpieces of history, tragedy and comedy.

The funeral that celebrated the life of George H .W. Bush brought out the best and the worst of our media-driven culture of snark and insult. The ceremonies at the Capitol and the Cathedral, which showed a son, a former president, mourning his father, a former president, brought tears to many a spectator’s eye. Some of the tears were for the passing of more than a man, but for a kinder, gentler time as well.

President Trump, whom hostile pundits went out of their way to demean with inartful and artificially contrived comparisons to the late president, showed dignity in honoring a man who had left word that he wanted Mr. Trump to be invited to his funeral. No. 41 wanted his countrymen in mourning to reflect on what every man and woman in the land hold dear, not our divisions.

The 41st president was as noble in death as he was in life. “If anybody spoke to bipartisanship and rising above politics today, it was my grandfather,” young George P. Bush, son of Jeb and the elected Texas state land commissioner, told CNN News. The interviewer seemed surprised by the sentiment and one reminded him of Mr. Trump’s angry words against members of the Bush family. The grandson didn’t bite.

“There’s a time for politics and there’s a time for governing,” he replied, “but there’s also a time for reflection for our country to think about the values that make our country great.” He recalled political campaigns of his grandfather, and the sometimes rough rhetoric, even from Ronald Reagan. His grandfather, father and uncle had learned that in politics as in other challenges in life, “you don’t quit, you get up and you fight again.” Rhetoric can “hurt and sting,” but reconciliation has its virtues: “It’s important for the country to take this time and reflect on the commonalities that we have rather than the differences.”

The death of George H.W. Bush played out less a tragedy for an honorable man who lived to be 94 than as a history play, reminding everyone of his formidable foreign policy accomplishments more than sometimes less than stellar domestic triumphs. If there were bitter elements in the Bush political theater, one that stood above the others was the revenge of Ross Perot, who as a third party candidate called for “economic nationalism” (sound familiar?) and who, capitalizing on the anger at Mr. Bush for breaking his promise not to raise taxes and his dramatic, iron-clad word that he never would. Mr. Perot diverted enough Republican votes to elect Bill Clinton.

While the nation was mourning the man of uncommon mettle, the Kennedy Center was honoring pop culture stars in a mixed bag of artists, some better known than others. They included Phillip Glass, a minimalist composer, whose humility shone through in his Puckish surprise at receiving a medal because many Americans had never heard his esoteric music, and Cher, who seemed surprised that many Americans who had heard her music would still choose her.

Few were surprised that President Trump and the first lady skipped the Kennedy Center honors for a second year. Last year one honoree threatened to not show up if Mr. Trump was there, and Mr. Trump said he was absent “to allow the honorees to celebrate without any political distraction.” The First Couple was criticized for not being there, of course, but this year Cher, who graciously described the president as “Hitler,” and who did not join in the reconciliation spirit of George H.W. Bush, was “thrilled” the Trumps didn’t show. If they had, she would have received her “little honor in the bathroom.”

Since one honoree was “Hamilton,” the rap musical, the president and the first lady were spared what happened when Vice President-elect Mike Pence attended a “Hamilton” performance in New York. When the final curtain fell, an actor broke through the fourth wall to accuse him directly of alarming a diverse America, “our planet, our children, our parents our inalienable rights.” The actor, who had played Aaron Burr, the villain who shot Alexander Hamilton, spoiled the magic of the moment, erasing the catharsis that came from watching a talented multi-racial, multi-cultural cast sing and dance about a famous time in the nation’s history.

The spirit of George H. W. Bush demonstrated how to be bigger than that, teaching at the end of a long life well lived a lesson of reconciliation our times could sorely use. Shakespeare’s Puck, in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” got it right for our age: “What fools these mortals be.”

• Suzanne Fields is a columnist for The Washington Times and is nationally syndicated.

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