The following is an extract from the final pages of the final chapter of my book How Can You Possibly be a Mormon and a Democrat? (Bear in mind that this book is written from the active believing LDS point of view.)
In the course of writing my book, I have learned that all of Harry Reid’s children are still active in Church and, still more extraordinary, they have suffered no divorces. Not bad.
In the course of writing my book, I have learned that all of Harry Reid’s children are still active in Church and, still more extraordinary, they have suffered no divorces. Not bad.
Now, that could all change tomorrow. Life offers no
recess from… life. But even up to this point, they have certainly had a good
streak going and have definitely beaten the odds. So, how did they do it?
As stated, I don’t know Harry Reid’s family. So, I
can’t make any real judgments about ways and means. I have no firsthand knowledge.
But, in doing my research, I have gained just enough confidence to make a few suppositions (and
that’s all they are at this point) about why this family is the way it is.
I’m not about to give Harry Reid much credit for
this phenomenon. Nope. I must give credit where credit is due, in this case, to
Landra, the wife and mother. You see, in reading news about the Reids, I’ve
detected a silent yet strong undercurrent, a foundation to the family, which is
Landra Reid. For example, Reid is often assailed by opinionated people who chew
him out. And yet, many of these ranters manage to include the side comment, “As
much as I love your wife, I think you are…” and the rant continues. This top of
the hat to Landra happens with curious and amusing frequency. I could be wrong
about her. But, as I said, these are the musings of a complete outsider. I
don’t even know what Landra looks like.
However, I thought that the following interview excerpt
was particularly enlightening, on many levels. This is Harry Reid being
interviewed by Tom Daschle, a former Democratic Party leader and longtime
friend:
Daschle: You've
raised them particularly well despite incredible pressures of public life.
Reid: One
of my pet peeves is when people leave public office and say, "Now I can
spend time with my family." I don't say that. I've spent enough time with
my family. I feel that I could have been practicing law... a businessman...
I think that people should understand that
the mere fact that you've been in politics doesn't mean you can't be a good
parent. Now, I hope I've been a good parent. But I wouldn't have been a better
one if I had been doing something else.
Now, there's no question, Tom, that my children are as good as they are mainly
because of my wife. She is a wonderful mother. Wonderful wife. But she
would have been doing that if I had been doing something else. So I think that
people should not hesitate going into politics because they're afraid it will
hurt their family.
Daschle: Well, I
can say–with some authority because I know them–that I think the test of a good
parent is how good a parent your children become. And you've got children that
are fantastic parents.[1]
Once again, I’ll have to take Daschle’s word for it. But, why
not? It rings true to me. As I said, I may be wrong. I could emulate a few
conservative friends by choosing to constantly think the worst of Reid.
But, with limited time to spend on earth, I have no
interest in spending it in the search for negativity. I have already been given
guidance on how to spend my time: “If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of
good report or praiseworthy,” I’ll seek after those things.
So, at the end of the day, all I can say is that Senator
Reid sure has my vote–uh, actually, no. Not literally. He doesn’t literally
have my vote. You know what I mean. Harry Reid seems like a great guy to me.
And, you know who else seems like a great guy? Glenn
Beck. I await the day when a leftist Democrat writes a whole chapter praising
Beck. I don’t think that day will come. I can only hope to be proven wrong.
Opening the Door to the Treasure
I quote from Reid’s recent biography The Good Fight, in which he describes his and his wife’s conversion
to the LDS faith:
We opened the door to our heavenly father. Yes, we were
married, but now we would reconcile our disparate backgrounds in a union of
spirit and understanding, and in a recognition that there was more to life—more
to existence-—than what we could see. More than just us. It was as much choice
as revelation. A simple act. And our choice was made so much easier by the
people we’d met… even the crazy man who lived next door to the Birds. He was
expert in scripture, and referred to Satan as “Old Horns.” A nice man, with a
wonderful spirit, who, we later learned, had struggled with mental illness and
had been in and out of institutions. There were many others, who didn’t so much
speak their religion as live it. We would start a family soon. For my children,
I would do anything to avoid the path that my parents had taken. This was to be
a very different path.[2]
Their story reminds me of a talk by President Boyd K.
Packer, in which he relates a parable about Celestial marriage:
They made a covenant that together they would open the
treasure and, as instructed, he would watch over the vault and protect it; she
would watch over the treasure. …his full purpose was to see that she was safe
as she watched over that which was most precious to them both.
With great joy they found that they could pass the treasure
on to their children; each could receive a full measure, undiminished to the
last generation.[3]
