Please Pardon this Interruption from the 2016 Campaign Trails

The summer of 1960 was a hot one in Texas, as most summers are, but the temperatures at my grandmother’s little round kitchen table where I had eaten for fourteen years were even hotter – and the cause wasn’t just the heat from the frying pan on the stove that held the delicious fried pineapple pies she’d fixed for dessert. Nope. Presidential politics was the fire-starter that summer at our kitchen table and many others around the country. Democratic  nominee John F. Kennedy versus Republican standard-bearer Richard Nixon was a hot topic for us.

My family that gathered around the kitchen table had always voted Democratic. They were the quintessential yellow dog Democrats and lovers of Franklin Delano Roosevelt who, they believed, was responsible for putting an end to the Great Depression of the 1930s and bringing a successful ending to WWII. After all, both of their sons had crossed the Pond to place their very young lives in harm’s way for their country, but President Roosevelt had brought them home without a visible scratch. Democrats were “for the people,” as my grandfather never failed to remind me whenever he had an opportunity. He rarely had any opportunity since my grandmother held court in most of our family discussions – which made any remarks from my grandfather more memorable to me.

In addition to their faith in the Democratic Party, however, all of us at the kitchen table – and beyond were members of a small Southern Baptist church in our town. My paternal grandmother, Ma, was very proud of her church attendance and the Christian heritage that went with it. Her faith itself was a mixed bag since she couldn’t keep herself from poking fun at the minister’s sermons every Sunday, but she had very definite opinions on every religious topic including her suspicions regarding the Catholic Church, the Pope and her Polish neighbors who went to the Catholic Church ten miles away in Anderson. My grandmother was prejudiced against Catholics, among other groups.

Here was her dilemma in that hot summer of 1960. The Democratic nominee, Senator John F. Kennedy, was a Catholic. Not just a little bit Catholic, but a whole lot Catholic. He was a card-carrying Catholic, and his family had been Catholics as long as hers had been Baptists and Methodists. Mr. Nixon was not a Catholic. He was a Quaker, of all things, and that really didn’t suit her, either; but she knew Quakers didn’t have a Pope.

My daddy and grandfather argued for JFK at that little table and in other, more public places, and said the idea that he would be taking orders from the Pope in Rome was ridiculous. For one thing, he would be so busy with the Russians that he wouldn’t have time to talk to the Pope about every little matter that came up and plus, with Lyndon Johnson as Vice-President to keep him in check, no Pope could get past him. Lyndon was a Texan who was also a savvy politician in the Democratic Party and hadn’t Senator Kennedy made a wise choice in choosing a man who could move things along up there in Washington without any help from a Pope.

My little kitchen table was a microcosm of the larger anti-Catholic sentiment that was one of the major campaign issues in 1960 and a cause for one of the slimmest margins of victory in American presidential elections . In fact, Senator Kennedy made a swing through Texas with Senator Johnson on September 12, 1960 to give one of his most famous speeches to the Greater Houston Ministerial Association at the Rice Hotel in Houston, Texas. In that speech he emphasized the “far more critical issues to face in the 1960 election; the spread of Communist influence…; the humiliating treatment of our President and Vice-President by those who no longer respect our power – the hungry children I saw in West Virginia, the old people who cannot pay their doctor bills, the families forced to give up their farms – an America with too many slums, with too few schools, and too late to the moon and outer space. These are the real issues which should decide this campaign. And they are not religious issues – for war and hunger and ignorance and despair know no religious barriers.

But because I am a Catholic, and no Catholic has ever been elected President, the real issues in this campaign have been obscured – perhaps deliberately, in some quarters less responsible than this. So it is apparently necessary for me to state once again not what kind of church I believe in, for that should be important only to me – but what kind of America I believe in.”

And this is what he talked about in the speech in Houston that evening, an America where separation of church was “absolute” and an America where he wouldn’t be “accepting instructions on public policy from the Pope, the National Council of churches or any other ecclesiastical source…”

Two years later on September 12, 1962, after John Fitzgerald Kennedy squeaked out his victory over Richard Nixon,  President Kennedy returned to Houston to address a crowd of 35,000 in Rice University’s football stadium. I was sixteen years old, just beginning my junior year of high school, and I was there. My dad took me. He said it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hear a great President speak in person, and he wanted us to go. There must have been something special about Houston for JFK – that speech became one of the cornerstones of the President’s space program.

“We set sail on this new sea because there is new knowledge to be gained, and new rights to be won, and they must be won and used for the progress of all people…” I was mesmerized by the President’s words, his delivery and I was in awe of being a part of such an amazing crowd. It was a memory maker, as Granny Selma would say.

The very next year in November, 1963 President Kennedy made a final trip to Texas, this time to Dallas, and was fatally shot while riding in his motorcade. I mourned with the rest of the nation.

Fast forward to the Presidential Election of 2008. On November 04, 2008, President-Elect Barack Obama, the first African-American man to be elected President, gave one of his most famous speeches in Grant Park in Chicago, Illinois, his home town. I shared that moment with Oprah – she was there in person while I watched with Rachel Maddow from my living room. I was in love with another American President just like Annette Bening. Heady stuff.

“If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.” he began and his message of “Yes we can” reverberated around the world to give hope that race should not be a barrier to leadership or equality.

Finally this week, there is a presumptive Democratic presidential nominee in the person of former Secretary of State, former New York Senator and former First Lady of the United States and now the first woman ever to be nominated by a major political party: Hillary Rodham Clinton.  Another barrier comes tumbling down as all of us who are the survivors of the feminist movement of the 1970s are fortunate enough to witness the fruits of our labors. The bitter feelings of defeat after the Equal Rights Amendment failed to pass in South Carolina in the 1980s have been replaced by the fulfillment of the promises and dreams I first had when I watched the National Women’s Conference in Houston in 1977. Thank you, Shirley Chisholm, Barbara Jordan and Ann Richards. Thank you, Gloria Steinem, for the inspiration to do outrageous acts and everyday rebellions. Thank you, Hillary Clinton, for the massive undertaking of running for President. I admire your resilience and your abilities. Onward.

Remarkably, in my seventy years, I have hit the trifecta! I have personally observed the prejudices of religion , race and gender be revealed to the world for what they are – excuses to exclude and divide people from each other – to build walls instead of bridges. By the dawn’s early light I’ve seen what so proudly we hail at the twilight’s last gleaming…a glimmer of hope for a level playing field for every citizen in our currently great country. Greatness does not mean flawless, but we can – and will –  continue to strive for the right.

As for my grandmother and JFK, I will never know what happened when she voted in 1960 because she refused to tell despite the pleadings of my daddy. In the 1968 Presidential election when I was finally old enough to vote, I cast my first vote for Republican and Quaker Richard Nixon.

My family was horrified.




About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.
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13 Responses to Please Pardon this Interruption from the 2016 Campaign Trails

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  2. Wayside Artist says:


    I absolutely loved this snapshot of your family in the crucible of an earlier hot election. History is made just like this – by the decisions of “small folk” after discussion at the table.

    Granny Selma! Who did you vote for??

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    • Oh my goodness, Ann, I was actually only 14 if you can believe there was ever a time I was too young to vote! I certainly can’t remember that time except that voting was a very big deal to our family and we ALWAYS had political talk at the tables. My grandmother went to her grave without revealing her 1960 ballot!!


  3. Luanne @ TFK says:

    What made up the decision to vote for Nixon?

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    • Good question, Luanne. I am clueless today…unless it was just an act of independence. I was all about being different from my family when I was 22 so I’m ashamed to say it probably had very little to do with politics.

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      • Luanne @ TFK says:

        Sheila, I’m heartbroken over the news from Orlando today. It seems too much to bear. It was a bit of good news in the midst of the tragic that they caught the man on his way to LA Pride today.


      • Luanne, I don’t know how I missed your comment Sunday, and I’m sorry. And yes, it was very good news the man was caught as he made his way to LA Pride. Thank goodness and law enforcement and vigilant citizens for that. There will be so many Pride events across the country this month, and now an extra level of fear will be attached.
        If the University of South Carolina Press does publish my book next fall, I hope you will read it. It is a collection of first-person accounts of the leaders of the queer movement in our state from 1984 – 2014, and some of the best narratives are about the early Pride Marches in the early 1990s.
        I laughed and cried as I interviewed the contributors. The courage of the pioneers was amazing.
        Now we will all need a newer version of courage this month as we face more sophisticated enemies.

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      • Luanne @ TFK says:

        I would love to read your book. It reminds me of the title “Profiles in Courage.” I can only imagine how proud you must be of some of those pioneers. As an American, I feel proud before I’ve even read it!


      • Luanne, you’re the best! I get 10 copies of my book when it comes out, and I will give one of them to you..writing is a solitary business, as you know, but what great writing friends I have in cyberspace – it’s one of the joys of blogging.Thank you for your support. Always.

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      • Luanne @ TFK says:

        Woohoo!!!! Thank you so much!!! YOU are the best! I can’t wait!!! Although they might be frowned upon, I mean every exclamation point!

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      • Don’t worry – I love an exclamation point!! 🙂

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  4. reocochran says:

    I really enjoyed how you wrote this, Sheila. I heard my parents worry that religion was the focus in that election of JFK, Jr. I liked hearing that your family discussed and debated about the situation.
    I am so jealous you were there to hear President John Kennedy’s speech in 1962! 🙂
    My family debates every time an issue comes up. My best friend, Jenny, didn’t believe this until in 1986, my Dad took a video of my baby daughter, under one year’s old, playing with a Raggedy Annie and Andy lunch box. In the background of this film, my Mom (who marched with my Dad for Civil Rights, was president of her teacher’s association and sat in courts in the 70’s for women’s rights) was arguing with my younger brother for unions and special education needing more funding. This was a subject he normally would have agreed with, due to working in inner city public school in Cleveland, Ohio. But he felt children who were needing more counseling, disruptive and children of drug addicts were being shifted into his learning center. Mom, as a high school teacher was used to adjusting to the various abilities and backgrounds of her students. She was encouraging him to become the teacher’s rep.
    Mom voted in the Cuyahoga County primary, in person in a voting booth, for Hillary Clinton. She was thrilled she was still alive to see this happen. As far as President Obama, she voted for him, too. She told us about how European blacks were treated better than in America. She said the drinking fountains and buses were integrated in the 1950’s, when she traveled there, as well as she was able to dance with black men over there.
    We have been appalled at the way Congress and Senate were holding back decisions and building walls so our President Obama’s decisions were stalled out, accomplishing much less than he had hoped in his 8 years.
    Thanks for sharing your family’s kitchen table discussions. Allowing me to agree with all you said, (except I don’t agree with vote for Nixon), although he did well in international affairs.
    The debate was going on behind Dad, baby Felicia and me. It didn’t affect baby, nor did I notice it, until Jenny’s husband transferred the video into DVD form. Then we were laughing together thinking how some families trivial talk about weather and their neighbor’s habits. 🙂

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    • Robin, this is such a wonderful commentary on your family’s life and explains a great deal about your writing and your outlook on life that I admire. Your parents must have provided you and your brother with a thoughtful encouraging environment that led to your both becoming enlightened individuals interested in giving back to your communities. And now you pass this along to your children and grandchildren. This gives me hope for a future that includes peace and prosperity for all. Thanks so much for sharing.
      Be the change.


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