WASHINGTON — Sen. Edward M. Kennedy will lie in repose Thursday and Friday at the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum in Boston, followed...
There are giants who walk among ordinary men. Ted Kennedy was one such giant and would be the first to remind us of something his brother Jack once said: "A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on."
No one in all of America's great history got more tangible things that mattered accomplished for the American people. On issue after issue, Ted Kennedy was at the center of the debate.
Typically, you could tell that Kennedy was coming down the hall because he was grumbling at someone or talking to his large dog, a Portuguese Water Dog named Splash.
At the 1980 Democratic Convention I was not pleased with Senator Ted Kennedy. Why was he challenging the incumbent President Jimmy Carter for the Presidency,...
As Ted Kennedy disappeared from the public eye this summer, I liked to think of him as thirty-two years old, strapped to an orthopedic bed in Boston, waiting for his back to heal.
There's a simple solution to these Republican astro-turf goon squads that are currently disrupting Democratic town hall meetings on health care. Do what Kennedy did.
Senator Ted Kennedy loved to sing. And so it seems only fitting to make a playlist in memory of this singular American icon who did so much for so long to help so many.
If they're going to name the final healthcare reform bill after Senator Kennedy, we ought to be making legislative demands with voices as powerful and booming as the late senator's.
This is not news nor a headline. This is reality. And for the past 10 years (ages 14 to 24), I have faced the loss of young children and young adults after their own battles with cancer. Many of these individuals were very close to me.
Like millions of Americans across the country mourning the death of Senator Ted Kennedy with his family and friends, I feel the loss of an icon and can't imagine American public life without him.
Sen. Ted Kennedy's (D-MA) political life was marked by perseverance in the face of tragedy and the quintessential Irish qualities of grit, determination and tenacity.
America has had a few precious individuals who are both passionate about social justice and also understand deep in their bones its practical meaning. And we have had a few who possess great political shrewdness and can make the clunky machinery of democratic governance actually work. But I have known but one person who combined all these traits and abilities. His passing is an inestimable loss.
Senator Kennedy's political franchise had no rival in the legislative branch of government, and the younger brother of the Kennedy political trio may very well have been the very best "Executive Legislator" this country has ever seen.
Senator Kennedy's personal connection was his boundless humanity, and his recognition of ours. Already he is becoming history. Now the job of making history is in our hands.
May the memory of Kennedy's passionate and reasoned voice for health care as a right and not a privilege be the basis for extending and improving our health care system.
As a tribute to his commitment to his ideals, let us stop the shouting and name-calling and have a civilized debate on health care reform which I hope, when legislation has been signed into law, will bear his name for his commitment to insuring the health of every American.
As it seemed for both my late husband, as well as the late Senator Kennedy, life with a terminal diagnosis can be infused with love, caring and gratitude for the opportunity to celebrate a full life.
Teddy never did endorse Senator Dodd for president, and I can't imagine how that may have hurt him. If it did, he never showed it to his staff -- and so people like me who worked for Dodd briefly bore a grudge that our boss would not.
Kennedy was hard-wired to care for the ordinary man. His ability to make people think about why core democratic principles matter is now gone, and it is up to others to carry it on.
With the de facto passing of the Kennedy's in politics, we have truly reached the end of an era. What comes next, it seems, is an age in which the operative question has changed. It is now: what can America do for me?
Since news organizations tend to be short-staffed overnight, it is particularly interesting to compare the prominent points that different sites highlighted in their initial depictions of Sen. Kennedy's life and career.
You knew what to expect from Teddy. Personally, his life was often a mess, but politically, he was rock solid. He stood for something. As MSNBC put it, he was the last unreconstructed liberal in the Senate.
He was a terrific campaigner, as I witnessed first hand in several campaigns, including my own father's campaign for Congress in Connecticut in 1972, when Ted made a special point of speaking on my father's behalf to an enthusiastic audience of shipworkers in Norwich.
Many politicians will claim today to have respected Kennedy, but if they want to really pay tribute to the man, they should bring affordable health care to Americans right now.
After the 2004 election when Democrats were accused of losing the "moral values voters", the first Democrat to call me to talk about that accusation and how to change the moral debate in America was Ted Kennedy.
For all of us who have survived Kennedy, we must take up the gauntlet. We must ensure that the "never say never" attitude that was his signature on health care reform, does not wither on the vine.
What I saw on a little cruise with Ted Kennedy in 1992 cannot be bought by advertising. It's the enthusiasm regular, working people feel for someone they know has their interests at heart.
Someone who had been receiving Social Security in 1996 would be getting about 13 percent less in their monthly check today. Senator Kennedy protected the financial security of millions.
Kennedy was as much of a progressive force as this rotten system allows. With his wealth, he could've easily been a Republican and pushed for perks for the rich. Instead, he championed the powerless.
Ironically, it was President Kennedy's assassination less than a year into Ted's first term that really allowed the younger Kennedy to find his place on the national stage.
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I recall my mother crying when JFK died, and again when Bobby Kennedy passed. Like many, I remember where I was when they left us. And now I have another bittersweet memory of a time and a place.
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
I haven't cried this much in a long time...this poignant illustration releases the floodgates. A very public--and personal for so many of us--piece of history--of a special time and place...before HMOs and HCAs...when running water was still clean enough to drink from the garden hose...before Risk Management, Human Resources, and Stop-Loss Analysis...before Big Media, Big Pharma, and oligarchy...
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
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A brilliant illustration, to say the least.
The image......brilliant and so full of meanings and values.
Worthy of an award.
Ted: Flawed human.....just like me.
But managed to rise above his faults to accomplish something great.
Brilliant, Mr. Danziger.
I recall my mother crying when JFK died, and again when Bobby Kennedy passed. Like many, I remember where I was when they left us. And now I have another bittersweet memory of a time and a place.
Rest well, Senator. Thank you.
As soon as I saw that image, I burst into tears. May the lion sleep well.
now that's deep ,i'm getting teary eyed...
Mr. Danziger, you brought tears to this grown mans eyes. And I thank you for it.
You tryin' to make me cry?
Here comes the tears now. This has to be the most moving depiction I have seen in a long time. Uncle Teddy is gone now.
Walt Whitman seems appropriate now:
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Thank You, Teddy
Thank You my friend
"The Dream will go on"
Smooth sail
The Kennedy boys have the sails full out today in heaven!
Joe Jr, Jack, Bobby, and finally Ted. Thank you for giving your life to public service.
I haven't cried this much in a long time...this poignant illustration releases the floodgates. A very public--and personal for so many of us--piece of history--of a special time and place...before HMOs and HCAs...when running water was still clean enough to drink from the garden hose...before Risk Management, Human Resources, and Stop-Loss Analysis...before Big Media, Big Pharma, and oligarchy...
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
May all the Kennedys now rest in peace. Godspeed.
Family of 9, with four sons. Only one got to live a full life.
The other three died in service to their country.
Godspeed, Ted.
There's ONE undeniable fact about the Kennedy Brothers:
The 3 on the sailboat GAVE their lives for this great country; the fourth....
DEDICATED his life to making all of ours better !
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