The Rev Jesse Jackson died. Cue the partisan hacks.
He did some great things. This is where my Republican friends get their knickers all in a twist. We'll come back to that.
I disagreed with him on some issues. I know that in today's uber-divided time, we are supposed to hate people we disagree with. Except I don't roll that way.
He was a flawed man, as are we all. Let's get this out of the way up front. Here is what his critics will say: He embraced Communist and Socialist dictators all over the world who brought poverty, misery and death to millions of their people. He had numerous affairs on his wife and a child out of wedlock. He slurred the Jewish people, calling them "Hymies" and New York "Hymietown." He faked having MLK's blood on his shirt. He embraced what some will say are "shakedown" tactics to further Operation Push's goals. He brandished the word "racism" as both a shield and a weapon.
Some or all of that is true.
Here's what he also did.
He was the first viable Black candidate for President. That may not be important to some of you, but it is to millions of Americans. I'm not a fan of quotas, or DEI to use the vernacular of the day, but the fact that 44 out of 45 Presidents have been white men, and 42 of them are white Protestant men, isn't something to brag about.
He led a movement that ended segregation in public libraries. It's hard to even imagine now, but not very long ago, people with darker skin than mine were not allowed to go into the same public places, including libraries, as people who look like me. If you don't think ending that hideous practice was important and historic, we probably shouldn't be friends.
His organization, Operation PUSH, fed hungry children. Lots of them. They helped needy people find jobs, housing, health care (including mental health care). Lots of them.
He negotiated the release of hostages held by hostile governments in every corner of the globe several times.
Long before he was a Presidential candidate, he inspired a generation of young people. His message to schoolchildren, sometimes long forgotten by the shine of the national spotlight, was to stay in school, stay off drugs, and to believe that no matter what life throws at you, you can be or do anything you set your mind to do or be. His life was the embodiment of that idea.
His visits to schools across the nation, leading students in chants of "Up with hope, down with dope," and no matter who you are, what you've done, how horrible your family situation is, "I am somebody," are the stuff of legends.
His is a mixed legacy, as will be the legacy of every person reading this, certainly including me. It's easy in this age to be all in or all out on political figures. Personally, I choose to find the best in people, and believe the best in them, while not dismissing their blemishes.
I'd like people to treat me the same way. RIP, Rev Jackson.