Guest Post by Morbo
Recently, I was struck by a photograph that ran on the front page of The New York Times. The archival photo from 1957 depicts Elizabeth Eckford, a young African-American woman, walking toward Central High School in Little Rock. She is surrounded by a crowd of people. (See it here.)
Eckford carries herself with quiet dignity — quite an accomplishment under the circumstances. Directly behind her is a young white woman, Hazel Massery. Her face is a twisted mask of rage, frozen in hate.
I thought about that photo again when I read the accounts of the death of the Rev. Jerry Falwell. Specially, I thought about the legacy we leave to this world.
We all have to die some day. Chances are, most of won’t leave behind much but some memories that our friends and loved ones will recall from time to time. Perhaps that legacy will be mixed — people will remember the good and the bad.
A select few people will manage to touch the lives of many others in some way. Falwell was one of those people — but what will he be remembered for? The uber-answer to that question is that he helped usher in the Religious Right and, whether we like it or not, did redefine American politics. But his larger legacy, which I think is pretty negative to begin with, is overshadowed by specific incidents of intolerance and extremism from his disturbing career.
Falwell will be remembered as the guy who outed the purple Teletubby, as the man who accused his fellow Americans of being responsible for the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks. People will recall that he once compared Sen. Hillary Clinton to Satan and said the Antichrist will be Jewish.
He’ll be remembered for gay bashing, for religious intolerance and for crude personal attacks on his perceived enemies. He’ll be remembered as someone who divided, not united, our people.
And as legacies go, this is a really lousy one. These are crummy things to be remembered for.
The truly sad thing is, it didn’t have to be that way.
Redemption is possible. Hazel Massery, for example, eventually atoned for her sins. In 1996, she apologized to Eckford on national television, saying that the hateful image of herself in the photo had gnawed at her for 40 years. The two later appeared together at a commemorative event at Central High.
Falwell, sadly, never took a step like that. He seemed incapable of ever admitting a mistake or saying, “I’m sorry.” Even his “apology” after his hateful comments on Sept. 13, 2001, was half-hearted. Even more appalling, just weeks later, Falwell’s son Jonathan used the incident as the basis for a fund-raising letter. Jonathan Falwell asserted that his father was being raked over the coals by liberals and pointed out that a few bucks would sure make him feel better. Just when I thought Falwell had gone as low as he could, he actually managed to go lower.
I tell my children that you have one shot at this life — make it a good one. I know it’s not considered polite to say negative things about the recently departed, but Falwell’s passing should not obscure one obvious reality: He was given a chance to make a difference in the world, a rare opportunity most of us never receive. He squandered it. That is the final tragedy of Jerry Falwell’s misspent life.
I have my doubts about the afterlife and the existence of a Supreme Being. But I do know this: If such a being exists, he/she/it created us all and does not want us to hate one another. Thus, those who promulgate hate will not spend eternity in a good place. But I’m not vindictive. Falwell need not endure hot flames licking at his ample backside. Putting him alone in a room to spend eternity contemplating his squandered life is punishment enough.