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Preachers and Politics

HARVARD DIARY

By Robert Coles | July-August 1988

When I was a boy I remember my mother reading The Catholic Worker, paying much atten­tion to the message Dorothy Day and Peter Maurin offered — an everyday kind of Christianity meant to be lived in the secular world, and a Christianity with decidedly political concerns: to lobby, picket, protest, to stir up others in support of this, against that. I also remember my father listening on Sun­day afternoon to the speeches of a Catholic priest from some place called Royal Oak, Michigan: Father Charles Coughlin. My mother disliked him, called him a “rabble-rouser.” My father disliked him, called him “dangerous” — yet listened to him every week, and, I could tell, was somewhat fascin­ated by his passionate oratory.

I was six or seven, but I sure recall my father telling my mother that Father Coughlin was “say­ing things” a lot of people think, but don’t dare ex­press. I recall, too, asking my father himself to “say things” — to spell out what he had just some­what cryptically mentioned. But he wouldn’t, nor did my mother want him to. Children, of course, often suspect there is more to say, so to speak, than gets said — and are often disappointed after their push for candor.

Years later, in college, I encountered Father Coughlin again — now in a history course taught by a young assistant professor who was much interest­ed in “populism”: the yearnings and fears and re­sentments of ordinary, so-called working-class peo­ple. We read C. Vann Woodward’s Tom Watson: Agrarian Rebel. We read Millhands and Preachers and All the King’s Men. We read William Carlos Williams’s Paterson — his fiery blasts at the university world, with all its proud gentility and, not rarely, pietistic egoism. We also read about Father Coughlin and others who criticized the New Deal or corporate America from one or another angle of vision, whether of the “right” or the “left.”

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