Remembering Charles Krauthammer

By | Jun 22, 2018

I first knew Charles Krauthammer when I was a wet-behind-the-ears New Republic intern and he was a rising eminence, a scary and impressive senior editor (I think he was 34 at the time) just starting to attract national recognition. In the office, intimidated by his intellect, I barely had the nerve to speak to him. A month or so into my tenure, though, at a cocktail party thrown for the staff in editor Michael Kinsley’s downtown apartment, I found myself having a mild argument with Charles about Israel. I don’t remember the details, only that I proclaimed at some point with twentysomething arrogance that I would never dare opine about Israel without going there and seeing it for myself. As the words left my lips, I was overcome with embarrassment: Plainly, this man in the elaborate motorized wheelchair was not about to hop on a plane.

I saw him notice my discomfort, then politely sidestep it. But a bit later, when the party was breaking up, he came up to me and asked if I would like a ride home. I had no idea how he proposed to drive me home, but I wasn’t about to commit another stupid gaffe, so I said yes. And so I got to ride in Charles’s magic van, a wonder of technology that allowed him to drive it with only the movement of a few fingers of his right hand propped in a brace. I got the message: Only an idiot would think of condescending to Charles, ever, about anything; and under no circumstances would he ever be anything but gracious.

It’s that graciousness, Charles’s fundamental generosity of character, that emerges as a theme in all the tributes being published this week after his death at 68 from cancer and a year-long cascade of medical complications. And it is one reason why so many people who disagreed with where he ended up politically—me included—routinely and instinctively set it aside in our feelings about him, in a way that’s become almost unheard of in today’s tribal political culture. There were so many aspects of Charles that stood outside politics: his passions for chess and baseball, his support for Jewish music and Jewish education. He was a major backer of the text-based Hebrew high school program Shoresh and, more surprisingly, a fan of Georgetown Day School, which his son attended, a school known for its liberal politics. (I called him for advice before sending my own kids there; he observed, with customary wit, that a certain trio of prestigious DC private schools represented “the three major denominations of American Jewry: liberals, Quakers and Episcopalians.”)

When Charles published his farewell column on June 8, saying that his doctors had told him he had only weeks to live and that “my fight is over,” you could watch the push and pull in real time as the near-vanished mode of honorable mourning—focusing on one’s regard for a human being, not one’s take on his opinions—washed back and forth against the customary online modes of name-calling, political moralizing and furious dismissiveness. In the Washington Post comment section, which is moderated, reasonable decorum prevailed, with only about one in 20 commenters, I reckoned, taking a slap. Many noted the pleasure and challenge of reading and disagreeing with Charles’s column every Friday; many more noted, with telling astonishment, the degree to which others were also taking the high road.

On Facebook, of course, things were looser. On one journalist’s feed, mostly filled with outpourings of grief and affection, a regular commenter (presumably, known to the group) found it necessary to shift modes, offering a barb about Charles’s views on health care. Would things deteriorate? On the contrary, another regular responded with surprising gentleness: “Maybe keep in mind that the people mourning here knew him as more than a byline.”

Just for a moment, the exchange laid a cooling finger on my grief. How Charles would have loved the idea that he was elevating the discourse, even online, even about himself.

5 thoughts on “Remembering Charles Krauthammer

  1. Jared says:

    Wonderful column. Thanks for not making it political.

  2. As in the case of Billy Graham and now Charles, many will argue that they can’t be replaced. Is that your take? Step up somebody or do we have to mourn for awhile?

  3. MJ Rosenberf says:

    My only memory of Krauthammer (other than his endless Washington Post columns agitating for the 2003 Iraq war) came that same year when I saw Krauthammer flip out in synagogue on Yom Kippur. This was at Ohr Kodesh Congregation in Chevy Chase, Maryland. The rabbi had said something that Krauthammer construed as not enthusiastic enough about the war Dr. K championed.Krauthammer bellowed his objections at the rabbi, from his wheel chair in the aisle. Screaming and yelling. People tried to “shush” him. It was, after all, the holiest day of the year. But Krauthammer kept howling until the rabbi apologized.
    It was probably the best synagogue experience I ever had, in the way that your favorite wedding might be one in which the groom passes out from too much alcohol as he is saying his vows. I mean, congregants discussed it for years.
    I will admit that I despised Krauthammer’s bellicose political views long before that incident. So I wasn’t disappointed but both shocked and then amused.

    1. Judy says:

      thank you for your interesting comment

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