In Buttigieg, Echoes of FDR, November 10, 2019

When my late mother was a little girl, she rode her horse, Television, in a Dutchess County equestrian competition.

The atmosphere was heightened — saddles polished to a deep luster, manes meticulously braided, red, white and blue bunting adorning the grandstand just so. President Franklin D. Roosevelt was in attendance.

My mother rode the course skillfully. But when she and Television trotted past the president in the viewing stand at its conclusion, the irrepressible 7-year-old did something wildly unexpected: She turned her back to him, explaining afterward to my conservative, Catholic and suddenly red-faced grandfather, “I thought we didn’t like him.”

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