One should beware of judging a man by his manner.
It is possible, for instance, that George Bush’s appointee to the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, Kenneth Tomlinson, is in fact a thoughtful and decent human being, rather than the jowly, priggish, self-satisfied good ol’ boy whose image leaps unbidden to my mind every time I hear him speak.
I couldn’t say. All I know is that every time I hear the man’s voice, I think that it’s time to re-animate the moldering remains of William Tecumseh Sherman, because the South has clearly risen again and needs to be put down at least as hard as the last time — and a zombie Union general is just the revenant for the job.
For the nonce, however, we’ll need to settle for a living southern gentleman with which to fight the fire of another southern “gentleman”. Fortunately, Bill Moyers is up to the task.
I caught part of his superb closing address to the National Conference on Media Reform on the radio a few nights back. It’s heady stuff, full of the rhythm and power this preacher’s son must have learned at his father’s knee.