MOLLY IVINS, REST IN PEACE
"The United States of America is still run by its citizens. The government works for us. Rank imperialism and warmongering are not American traditions or values. We do not need to dominate the world. We want and need to work with other nations. We want to find solutions other than killing people. Not in our name, not with our money, not with our children's blood."
posted by kc @ 7:52 PM
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4 Comments:
Wow.
And I heard it here first.
I actually got to meet her at the National Writers Workshop in Austin about five or six years ago.
I saw her at a copy editors convention in Dallas. She was the first one in line at the bar.
Damn.
She was my favorite Texan and my favorite political columnist. When I think of someone having a bona fide brass set, I think of Molly Ivins. She was going after the Bush(es) and Reagan when everyone else was too scared to look "un-American."
She was a great American.
She was big and brash and proud of it: "I should confess that I've always been more of an observer than a participant in Texas Womanhood: the spirit was willing but I was declared ineligible on grounds of size early. You can't be six feet tall and cute, both. I think I was first named captain of the basketball team when I was four and that's what I've been ever since."
Captain indeed.
(Sorry to upstage your Mexico post, Rick. I won't do it again .... not until Katha Pollitt dies.)
I second everything you said, Kim, and I, too, remember that she was first in line at the bar at that convention in Dallas. I treasure the fact that we got to meet her then.
The public TV NewsHour ran a segment last night that Ivins had recorded for them back in the ‘80s. I never knew that she had done anything for them. This piece was about the various public art that was scattered about Texas. Lots and lots of cows on buildings of course, but also amazing things like a statue of Jesus wearing cowboy boots. The way she said “art” sounded more like “ert”. I loved how she could take on subjects either light or serious with the same deft touch and unerring sense of where the humor is.
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