In this issue

Jonathan Tobin: Defending the Right to a Jewish State

Heather Hale: Compliment your kids without giving them big heads

Megan Shauri: 10 ways you are ruining your own happiness

Carolyn Bigda: 8 Best Dividend Stocks for 2015

Kiplinger's Personal Finance editors: 7 Things You Didn't Know About Paying Off Student Loans

Samantha Olson: The Crucial Mistake 55% Of Parents Are Making At Their Baby's Bedtime

Densie Well, Ph.D., R.D. Open your eyes to yellow vegetables

The Kosher Gourmet by Megan Gordon With its colorful cache of purples and oranges and reds, COLLARD GREEN SLAW is a marvelous mood booster --- not to mention just downright delish
April 18, 2014

Rabbi Yonason Goldson: Clarifying one of the greatest philosophical conundrums in theology

Caroline B. Glick: The disappearance of US will

Megan Wallgren: 10 things I've learned from my teenagers

Lizette Borreli: Green Tea Boosts Brain Power, May Help Treat Dementia

John Ericson: Trying hard to be 'positive' but never succeeding? Blame Your Brain

The Kosher Gourmet by Julie Rothman Almondy, flourless torta del re (Italian king's cake), has royal roots, is simple to make, . . . but devour it because it's simply delicious

April 14, 2014

Rabbi Dr Naftali Brawer: Passover frees us from the tyranny of time

Greg Crosby: Passing Over Religion

Eric Schulzke: First degree: How America really recovered from a murder epidemic

Georgia Lee: When love is not enough: Teaching your kids about the realities of adult relationships

Cameron Huddleston: Freebies for Your Lawn and Garden

Gordon Pape: How you can tell if your financial adviser is setting you up for potential ruin

Dana Dovey: Up to 500,000 people die each year from hepatitis C-related liver disease. New Treatment Has Over 90% Success Rate

Justin Caba: Eating Watermelon Can Help Control High Blood Pressure

The Kosher Gourmet by Joshua E. London and Lou Marmon Don't dare pass over these Pesach picks for Manischewitz!

April 11, 2014

Rabbi Hillel Goldberg: Silence is much more than golden

Caroline B. Glick: Forgetting freedom at Passover

Susan Swann: How to value a child for who he is, not just what he does

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Financial Tasks You Should Tackle Right Now

Sandra Block and Lisa Gerstner: How to Profit From Your Passion

Susan Scutti: A Simple Blood Test Might Soon Diagnose Cancer

Chris Weller: Have A Slow Metabolism? Let Science Speed It Up For You

The Kosher Gourmet by Diane Rossen Worthington Whitefish Terrine: A French take on gefilte fish

April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review August 31, 2010 / 21 Elul, 5770


By Paul Greenberg

http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | James Jackson Kilpatrick was always a welcome and, to some of us, awe-inspiring sight whenever he would show up at the editorial writers' convention. Yes, editorial writers have conventions, too, though our annual confab is more of an anarchists' assembly. When you spotted him there, it was as if history had just walked in the door, for he'd played so prominent a role in it -- at least if you were a Southerner who'd gone through the second Reconstruction, aka the civil rights revolution. Jack Kilpatrick's starring role, unfortunately, was on the wrong side.

He was called Kilpo for short -- affectionately, admiringly, and sometimes with a small, sad sigh that betrayed something more than sympathy -- something, dare I say, akin to pity. For he was a monumental figure in the newspaper trade, at least in these latitudes, and no matter what else he had done or would do, he would always carry the taint of the Bad Old Days wherever he went. Those were the days when segism was in flower, demagogues stalked the land, and racial hatred was always just under the surface of the news, and all too often broke through. (See Little Rock, 1957.)

Sad times they were, if exhilarating ones for the kind of youngbloods who loved a good fight, and James Jackson Kilpatrick of the Richmond News Leader had been an unforgettable part of them. His was the eloquent, erudite voice that would lend an aura of respectability to some of that era's worst impulses. He would use his considerable gifts to wrap some of the most dubious constitutional doctrines that ever came down the pike -- Massive Resistance, Interposition, Nullification -- in the gauzy layers of elevated rhetoric that ugly ideas require if they are to be made presentable.

Jack Kilpatrick put his God-given talent at the service of a now lost cause that richly deserved to lose. Much as that profound thinker, John C. Calhoun, would serve as slavery's intellectual in American history. Mr. Kilpatrick would do the same for Jim Crow in its hour of need, which explains why some of us could only sigh at the sight of him. So rich a talent, so poor a cause.

It's no secret that racism has been the bane of Southern politics. Every ambitious demagogue relied on it when out to win lifetime tenure in public office. (Here in Arkansas it was Orval Faubus.) But it wasn't just the South's political life that the race issue plagued, but our culture in general, ensnaring some of our best and brightest -- like this gentleman and scholar pounding out editorials in Richmond.

From his earliest days in the newspaper business, his talent shone. No wonder he'd been tapped as chief editorial writer by the sainted Douglas Southall Freeman, the legendary biographer of General Lee, when Mr. Freeman retired as editor of the News Leader in 1949.

Editor Kilpatrick's dedication to his craft, his way with words and abiding interest in them, made him a natural editor. His strong sense of individual justice marked him as a man of conscience; at one point his editorials and personal appeals persuaded the governor of his state to pardon a black handyman who was serving a life sentence after being falsely convicted of killing a police officer. In tribute to that display of courage, a black newspaper would put him on its honor roll of leaders. But that was the year before Brown v. Board of Education was handed down; the newspaper would have reason to rethink its opinion of him later.

Kilpo's sense of humor, and general playfulness, came out when he created the Beadle Bumble Fund to defend innocents caught up in some lunacy of the law. It was named after the character in Dickens' "Oliver Twist" who famously exclaims, "If the law supposes that, the law is a ass -- a idiot."

The Bumble fund, as Kilpo would explain, was dedicated to "poking fun and spoofing the hell out of despots on the bench." And it served its purpose well, for there is no more potent weapon in the editorial writer's arsenal than ridicule, at least when delivered with wit and savor.

Language, Mr. Kilpatrick took seriously, but never solemnly. He regularly waged war on pretentious prose and the solemn asses who commit it. His "The Writer's Art," first published in 1984, came complete with a typically incisive foreword by the late great William F. Buckley Jr. His columns on language put other linguistic mavens in the shade, including William Safire, who called those columns classics of style. When he wasn't delving into law, language, politics, or country ways (he regularly took refuge in his cabin in Virginia's Blue Ridge mountains), Brother Kilpatrick was churning out a widely syndicated newspaper column.

This was no one-dimensional racist but a man in full, single flaw and all, even if that one flaw would determine his place in history forever. Ruthless judge, Clio, muse of history. She may judge each of us not on the basis of our, oh, so well-rounded character, but only on how we respond to the one great moral test of our time.

It was hard to believe that so well educated and multitalented a man as Jack Kilpatrick could be a seg, and not only a seg but also the intellectual leader of segdom in his ill-starred time. There wasn't a brand of legal, historical or anthropological buncombe he didn't buy wholesale and then retail in its service. It hurt to watch so intelligent a rhetorician selling so dubious a line of goods -- sincerely. That was the hell of it.

At one disgraceful point -- 1963, which was not a happy year for obedience to either law or conscience -- Editor Kilpatrick submitted an article and textbook specimen of negrophobia to the Saturday Evening Post that he proposed to call, "The Hell He is Equal." Its elevated thesis: that "the Negro race, as a race, is in fact an inferior race."

The article hit the desk of the Post's editor at the time, Thomas B. Congdon Jr., just after four little black girls had been killed in a church bombing in Birmingham. Mr. Congdon decided not to run it on the unimpeachable grounds that it was in "bad taste," not to say bad judgment, and inflammatory to boot. There may not have been giants in the earth in those days, but at least there were still editors. Which is how Kilpo was saved from the worst of his excesses.

Eventually, about a decade too late, even Mr. Kilpatrick caught on to himself, and decided he'd been wrong about race and racial integration after all. But he didn't do it with either the intellectual clarity or decisiveness William F. Buckley Jr. would show when he washed his hands for good of all those apologias for Southern racism his National Review had once carried.

Alas, Jack Kilpatrick had no blinding-light experience on the road to Damascus; he didn't so much renounce his earlier views as gradually distance his older, distinguished self from them. It was as if, having forgotten who he had once been, the rest of us were expected to forget, too. Just to be polite.

At one point Mr. Kilpatrick would look back and blame all those atrocious ideas he once trumpeted on having grown up as a white boy in Oklahoma City. As if the elaborate arguments he'd made so forcefully and prominently for so long in so bad a cause had been the result of an accident of birth, and he himself bore no real responsibility for them. His home town -- indeed, his own race -- deserved better of him than that. So did we all.

Despite his finally having drifted away from his earlier views, his role as racial segregation's great champion would always mark him, like J. William Fulbright's indelible signature on the Southern Manifesto. There is something about an intellectual's taking up a know-nothing cause that forever sticks in the mind, and craw. Which is why, on hearing of Jack Kilpatrick's death at 89, some of us could only sigh. And mourn.

Paul Greenberg Archives

Every weekday JewishWorldReview.com publishes what many in the media and Washington consider "must-reading". Sign up for the daily JWR update. It's free. Just click here.

JWR contributor Paul Greenberg, editorial page editor of the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, has won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. Send your comments by clicking here.

© 2006 Tribune Media Services, Inc.