I’m going to assume most of you are aware of the brouhah around a photo that appeared on Virginia Governor Ralph Northam’s medical school yearbook page in 1984 that showed two young men, one in blackface and one in a KKK hood. Northam apologized deeply for the photo, which he originally claimed was of him, although he also said he didn’t know which one of the two he was. After near-universal calls for his resignation, today he’s changed his story to this:
…[Northam] will not resign…his spokeswoman said, despite mounting pressure to do so, and the embattled governor has told a top Virginia Democrat that he now believes it is not him in a racist yearbook photo…
Northam told the top Virginia Democrat he was in touch with some of his former Eastern Virginia Medical School colleagues since issuing the apology. Those former classmates said they believed many of the pictures in the yearbook were mixed up.
Northam did not recall the picture being taken, he told the source, and said he was not involved in the production of the yearbook.
I may be alone in thinking this explanation is actually a possibility. Northam sounds remarkably befuddled and unusually unable to come up with a coherent story to defend himself—maybe he should be resigning for that. But that’s not the point of this post.
Nor is the point of this post what you think about Northam otherwise; you may strongly detest him, because he is also the person who spoke in defense of a bill that was being considered in Virginia that might have made abortion legal right up to the point of birth.
Democrats are eager to get rid of Northam at this point, because he’s become a huge liability and there’s a far more politically correct replacement waiting in the wings, 39-year old lieutenant governor Justin Fairfax, who is black. That way the Democrats get to turn an embarrasment—Northam—into a way to show how noble they are, and to put it all behind them (and to distance themselves from their earlier support of people such as Robert Byrd, for example). It’s all very practical; if they needed Northam to stay for some reason, I assume they’d get behind him no matter what he’s done. But they don’t need him.
However, I want to pursue a larger question, one that transcends party politics (or should, anyway), and goes beyond Northam himself and what you think of him: why care about someone’s racist prank at 24 when he’s now 59 and has a track record in all those intervening years, a record we can study and one that tells us who that person has been for most of his adult life?
Why go back to an obscure and relatively minor detail of a person’s young life and dig it up, and then punish that person for it while ignoring everything the person is now and what the person’s done since that silly insensitive and youthful move back when thoughtcrime wasn’t forever?
And I would say the same no matter what the party.
If Northam’s been a racist in recent years, discuss that instead. Or if there are other things about a person’s more recent record for which you think a person should resign—and in Northam’s case, there may indeed be—then stick to those.
And let’s say, just for the sake of argument, that Northam (or any other person) actually had been a racist in his youth. And let’s say that decades ago he or she changed, and became a champion of racial equality. In other words, let’s say a person has a change of mind and heart—about that, or about any other topic. Wouldn’t that make that person okay, as long as the change is sincere and not faked? And couldn’t sincerity be proven by acts, by human interactions, and by the length of time all that good stuff has been going on since the time of the youthful unacceptable point of view?
Apparently not. Are we now at the point where it’s “one racist act, even if symbolic (a costume)—no matter how long ago and no matter how young you were—and you’re a racist forever, to be exiled from the world of public service or even polite society”?
How far back can we go with this? What if Northam had been 16? Would he be off the hook? I doubt it. What about if he’d been in that get-up at 10? At 5? What if his parents dressed him up that way as a baby? Where are the accusers willing to draw the line?
Writing this post made me think of someone I haven’t thought about in quite a while, George Wallace of Alabama. Remember him?:
With his coffin draped in the red and white flag of the state he dominated for three decades, former Alabama Gov. George C. Wallace was eulogized Wednesday as a passionate, talented man who later in life was not afraid to admit to the errors of his segregationist past.
“He knew both victory and defeat; he displayed courage; he endured pain. He experienced the roar of men’s applause and the shattering gun blast of despair,” said the Rev. Franklin Graham, son of the Rev. Billy Graham, in his eulogy.
“He accepted God’s forgiveness when he confessed and repented of his sins. The result was that he was changed and became a man redeemed,” Graham said. “He received forgiveness from communities that once saw him as their enemy. The result was that he became a trusted friend.”…
Nearly 1,000 people crowded into Wallace’s funeral service at the First United Methodist Church…
Wallace’s open casket had lain in state since Tuesday in the Capitol’s rotunda. About 25,000 people filed past to pay their respects.
Many blacks were among those mourning a man who, at his first inauguration in 1963, had vowed “segregation today, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever” and later stood in a doorway at the University of Alabama to prevent two black students from enrolling.
In the years after he was shot in 1972, Wallace renounced his segregationist views, began reaching out to black voters and appointed African Americans to state positions.
At Wednesday’s funeral, a black pastor read Psalm 23. Two black National Guardsmen folded the flag on the coffin and presented it to James, who then presented it to the Wallace family.
“We have to learn to forgive and forget,” said Reedie Russell, a black worker at Maxwell Air Force Base who also came to the rotunda. “This was history being laid to rest.”
The olden days, 1998.