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And this little miracle proves it.
My son never smiled when I took his picture but what a winning smile he gave the photographer who took this photo of my family in what I think was my first successful campaign for office in 1994. In 21 campaigns I’ve avoided using my family in campaign shots. They are not props and god knows some pretty terrible elected leaders can take lovely family pictures. Besides, I do what I think is right and that puts targets on my family’s back.
In 1994 two people came out of the woodwork. One was a moderate Republican and the other was a rip snortin women’s libber Democrat. They offered to manage my campaign under one condition. I had to follow their instructions to the letter. I so promised and they got me elected to the School Board. I have always been so grateful that last year when I wrote my second book I dedicated it to them. I dedicated my first book to my Dad.
They may be happy that I only sold about twenty books.
I stubbornly refused to quit the Republican party in college although I had had no use for Nixon since I joined my high school debate team and began researching foreign aid in 1967. In 1968 I gave a speech urging my non voting schoolmates not to support Nixon. So why did I become a College Republican? I hint at that in my book. Lets say I was irritated at my enlightened college chums who badmouthed Republicans. My hero grandfather was a Republican. So was my Dad who I listened to in junior high cuss out the Democrat who was President Lynden Johnson every time he sent American boys to Vietnam.
This might be a good time to chide Democrats for the airs they give off that led MAGA voters to turn their backs on them. I can’t do that here. I have always liked Democrats. How could you not like a party about which the wonderful humorist Will Rogers said back in the Depression era, “I don’t belong to no organized political party. I’m a Democrat.”
Well, I may have given a sense of where I was in a few of my old Not Eudora Columns. Here’s Not a Goldwater Republican. Its as good an explanation as any why I became a Republican.
