by Primo Encarnación y Hachecristo
Much is being made of the President’s speech laying out his foreign policy vision at American University, and a similar speech by President Kennedy, at the same venue. Both men excoriated those who disparage diplomacy by pointing out that the only other alternative is war. And I might add further that diplomacy is meaningless if it’s only engaged in with your friends. If that’s all we did, the State Department could just open a Facebook page and have Britain and Israel “like” our pictures of nukes and kittens.
But I think the discussion could profit by examining a piece of another JFK speech, one made in September, 1960, to a group of Protestant ministers in Houston, as he sought to become the first Roman Catholic President, addressing fears that his Administration would be directed by the Pope. (emphases mine)
I believe in an America where the separation of church and state is absolute, where no […] minister would tell his parishioners for whom to vote; where no church or church school is granted any public funds or political preference […]
I believe in an America […] where no religious body seeks to impose its will directly or indirectly upon the general populace or the public acts of its officials; and where religious liberty is so indivisible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all.
Finally, I believe in an America where religious intolerance will someday end; where all men and all churches are treated as equal; where every man has the same right to attend or not attend the church of his choice;[…]
This is the caliber of discourse that true patriots hold. It makes the case that it doesn’t matter if the President is a Catholic, Protestant, Jew or (gasp!) Muslim, even. It makes the case that superstition should NEVER drive US policy. It makes the devastating case against Mike Huckabee, for whom, apparently, the “P” in “POTUS” means “pastor.”
How can anyone listen to the soaring, lyrical rhetoric of a Kennedy, or an Obama, and then vote for a Huckabee, or a Trump, or a Cruz? Whither the grandeur of the Presidency, gracefully riding the scend of history, in a smarmy dogwhistle symphony called “Machine Gun Bacon?”
I believe in the America of the Enlightenment. Rage, RAGE against the dying of the light!