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Bud Weidenthal was a reporter, columnist and assistant City Editor for The Cleveland Press from 1950 to 1981.
He served as Vice President of Cuyahoga Community College until 1989, and editor of the Urban Report from 1990 until 2005.
Bud passed away in 2022.

12.05.2011

Seeing Black in the Red, White and Blue

It was Stephanie, my 18-year-old granddaughter, on the phone calling me from Northwestern. It was the day before the 2008 presidential election.
”I’m going to Grant park tomorrow night,” she declared. You could sense the excitement in her voice.
I paused a moment and in a grandfatherly manner cautioned “There will be a huge crowd, hundreds of thousands. It might be a little risky.” (remembering the riots in that same park in '68)
"Papa!", she exclaimed.  "This is a great moment in history!  We will be there when Obama accepts the victory. I wouldn’t miss it for the world."
Photo ©2007 Susan W. Saltzman


“Of course not, go.” I said, giving it a second thought, remembering the time when my own Grandma Kolinsky tried to keep me from a Willkie rally downtown because it was Yom Kippur.
“But go with some other people and take flashlight”.
History, I thought as my mind wandered back through the years. History...

In my lifetime, as a newspaper reporter and political junkie, I had seen political history in the making since Harry Truman came to the public square in '48 to tell a skeptical crowd of 40,000 that he would lick Tom Dewey, the odds-on favorite.  And he did, big time.
Even earlier as a teenager in 1940, I had seen Willkie riding through the streets of Cleveland to assail FDR, in public hall.
And in 1952 I watched with sorrow and embarrassment, Gen. Dwight Eisenhower, the man who led the forces of the free world, in Europe, making a complete fool of himself swinging a full sized broom in front of the Carter hotel, promising a “clean sweep” of the polluted government.
That night at public Hall, Ike and the rest of us, watched Nixon’s Checkers speech on a giant screen, and then declaring that Tricky Dick was “as clean as a hound’s tooth.”
Later,  after he was elected, I sat though one of his sputtering, stumbling press conferences, in the White House, before live television, before his fragile grasp of the English language was revealed.  An honest decent man, nonetheless.

Then there was the fragile sounding intellectual Adlai Stevenson, coming to the Cleveland area. He could not fill the 8000 seats.  A sure sign that he was in deep trouble. So much for  an intellectual in presidential politics.

And Kennedy. Saw him and Jackie first as an ambitious senator at the Maple Syrup Festival in Chardon. My wife Grace got his autograph.
Later at the compound in Hyannis port, it was Ohio Day for the press and I was invited. Press secretary Pierre Salinger wouldn’t let Grace in, so she, very disappointed, sat all morning in the in car parked outside. He took us all to lunch to make up for it later.  There was Bobby playing pitch and catch with Mike DeSalle, our paunchy little governor. It is said that JFK later wanted him for Secretary of Health and Welfare. He asked for that “little Italian from Ohio,” and got Tony Celebreeze instead.  Teddy arriving in a very large convertible with Jackie. Jack speaking to some judges through the fence surrounding the compound.

And JFK again at Euclid Beach as he launched his campaign on Labor Day 1960, trying to convince a hoard or union working stiffs that he, this kid, this rich Catholic from Cape Cod, could indeed pass the torch to “a new generation of Americans”.  The crowd roared and many of them loved it.

And now Obama in Grant Park on television…hundreds of thousands all colors, young people, families cheering, crying, waving a million flags of red, white and blue…shouting  Obama! Obama!
Photo ©2007 Susan W. Saltzman
As an African-American and his wife and two beautiful daughters take the stage as the first of his kind to lead our nation. Again passing the torch to a different generation of Americans and a very troubled nation. I choked up a bit, cried some, swallowed hard. Amidst the red white and blue of thousands of waving flags I saw a black man assume the mantel of power.
Now that was history. Stephanie called the next day to  tell me she was okay…although  she didn’t stay for the speech.
She had experienced history for the first time. 
Stephanie, welcome to the club.

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