In December, pianist Leon Fleisher (father of jazz singer and former NYC gay blogger Julian Fleisher) was celebrated along with several other legends at the Kennedy Center Honors. In today’s Washington Post, he writes about the unease he felt.
I was flattered to be included in so distinguished a group and to be recognized for whatever contributions I may have made to American life. I was pleased to be part of an event that raises money for an institution as vital as the Kennedy Center and to be with my family and to see their joy at the ceremony.
What made me unhappy and continues to trouble me was that I was required to attend a White House reception on the afternoon of the gala. I cannot speak for the other honorees, but while I profoundly respect the presidency, I am horrified by many of President Bush’s policies….
For several weeks before the honors, I wrestled with this dilemma, deciding in the end that I would not attend the reception at the White House. That decision was met with deep, if understandable, disapproval by the powers that be. I was informed that I was hardly the first honoree to express such reserve; cited to me, among others, were Arthur Miller and Isaac Stern during the Reagan years and several during the present administration. I was asked to attend all of the scheduled events and to follow the well-established protocol of silence….
In the end, I decided to attend wearing a peace symbol around my neck and a purple ribbon on my lapel, at once showing support for our young men and women in the armed services and calling for their earliest return home. My family did the same, as did a number of fellow attendees who, over the weekend’s various events, asked me for ribbons of their own.
What would you do if invited to the White House?
get arrested
The poet Sharon Olds resonded in The Nation a few years ago to something similar:
http://www.thenation.com/doc/20051010/olds
If invited to the White House I would give up politics for a day. Friends would say I could not, but I would prefer to see the small sights such as Ike’s golf shoe spike marks onthe floor, or know where John Adams’ wife hung the laundry. The day there would be a walk through history. I would take up my political rants after I left and was back on the streets.