By Kevin D. Williamson
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Set aside Barack Obama the private man, about whom even
now relatively little is known. The most likeable thing about Barack Obama the
public man is his dedication to golf.
Conservatives hate President Obama’s commitment to his
tee times. Or at least we pretend to. The talk-radio ranters and the cable-news
mouthholes have tried to bully the president out of his leisure, going on and
on about his putting around Martha’s Vineyard or Porcupine Creek while the
world burns or Baton Rouge is submerged.
Those complaints are partly insincere — something has to
fill up the minutes between doggie-vitamin commercials — and partly are an
indirect complaint about media bias. Yes, the same press that savaged George W.
Bush for his golfing and for his allegedly excessive vacation schedule has
nothing to say about President Obama’s following that example. That is the way
of things: Jackie Kennedy spent a little coin sprucing up the White House and
she was single-handedly conferring “class” on the nation at large; Nancy Reagan
bought a new set of china and it was the biggest crisis since Suez. The New York Times sniffed at Mrs. Reagan
for ordering $200,000 worth of new Lenox for White House formal dinners; Mrs.
Obama spent $290,000 on a single painting (by Alma Thomas) when she was
redecorating a room in the White House — nothing. Mrs. Obama’s painting was not
paid for by taxpayers, but then neither was Mrs. Reagan’s China, the tab for
which was picked up by the nice people at the J. P. Knapp Foundation.
The hypocrisy should be noted, and complained about, but
we should not let it make asses of us, if we can avoid it.
So Barack Obama likes his golf game.
There are some obvious and practical reasons not to
discourage President Obama’s sporting pursuits. The most obvious of them is
that every hour Barack Obama spends on the links is an hour he is not wrecking
the republic, distorting its character, throwing monkey wrenches into its
constitutional machinery, or appointing sundry miscreants and malefactors to
its high offices. If golf is the only prophylactic we have against him, then
Scotland’s second-greatest contribution to modern civilization is to be
celebrated for doing work that the Supreme Court and Congress can’t quite
manage.
But there is more than the consequentialist case for
Obama’s golf.
One cannot consider the issue of presidential golfers
without making reference to Dwight D. Eisenhower, who was if not the greatest
of them (Jack Kennedy and Gerald Ford were fine athletes) then arguably the
most dedicated. He was constantly mocked for it, which Harry S. Truman rightly
described as “picayunish.” (Of course, Eisenhower’s successor was excused for
his languishing on the green, as well as his other less seemly sporting
pursuits.) Eisenhower, a lifelong military man, understood the value of regimenting
and partly compartmentalizing his life, and he stuck to his leisure schedule
the way he stuck to most any other schedule — besides golf, he was a committed
card player, described by friends as “addicted” to bridge with a sideline in
poker.
But of course, Eisenhower could afford to goof around on
the golf course all day. Nothing of any interest or consequence happened during
the years of his presidency, except: The death of Stalin and the Soviets’
acquisition of the hydrogen bomb, Germany’s ascension to NATO, the fall of Dien
Bien Phu, the end of the Korean War and a near nuclear confrontation with
China, the Suez crisis, the overthrow of Mohammed Mossadegh, the Congo crisis,
revolution in Cuba, the Formosa Resolution, a military intervention in Lebanon,
the U-2 incident, two major civil-rights acts, Brown v. Board of Education, Little Rock, the further rise and
chaotic fall of Joseph McCarthy, and the addition of two new states.
You know what Eisenhower did? He commissioned a putting
green for the White House.
He also handled all that other business with considerable
grace and skill. Eisenhower, who had spent 16 years as a major before finally
winning promotion — it took him the same amount of time to go from major to
lieutenant colonel as it did for him to go from lieutenant colonel to president
of the United States — was a patient, wily player of the long game. He had also
held the fate of Western civilization — and, arguably, the human race — in his
hands in a way that no military leader had before or has since when he was
planning D-Day, and so he didn’t lose his cool every time something went wrong,
whether it was the French screwing up Indochina or a military confrontation
between Egypt and Israel.
The Eisenhower years were in fact crisis after crisis
after crisis, and Eisenhower is the great illustration that great leadership
often is leadership that nobody notices. It didn’t feel like the nation was in a constant state of crisis.
Barack Obama is no Dwight Eisenhower — not by a damn
sight. But he doesn’t need to bounce around like a human pinball every time
there’s a flood in the Mississippi Delta or something goes sideways in
Afghanistan, which has been going to Hell for most of recorded history. He’s
the president of the United States, and he doesn’t need to hyperventilate over
the comings and goings in piss-ant countries that exist only to trouble
Americans on geography exams.
Sometimes, the war room is the proper place for the
president. Sometimes the golf course is. Frankly, our executives should spend
more time on the links. Perhaps Donald Trump in January will make one last
donation to Hillary Rodham Clinton and give her a lifetime pass to his club in
Palm Beach — or, better yet, the one in Dubai.
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