The End of Red and Blue?

...Yeah, right. I reprint below an article by Andrew Wilson from the WSJ about ideology and politics around the family dinner table. As predicted, a Democratic Obama presidency has done little to bridge the divide.

Politics for Dinner
Debate at home has turned ugly since November.

When it comes to waging battle over the stimulus bill, health care and cap and trade, the folks on Capitol Hill have nothing on my family.

Before escalating to stronger language, my older brother Harry sometimes calls me a “mental defective” in conversations about politics. He thinks that I have been Bush-whacked. I think that he has been L’Obamatized. That is the highly scientific condition of having half of your brain removed and the other half turned into jelly with no off/on switch to control veneration of the 44th president.

Harry and I grew up as the second and third kids in a family of seven children. Loud and heated political argument at the dinner table was a family tradition. That’s continued and become an extended family tradition at gatherings over Thanksgiving and Christmas that often number up to 32 people—including siblings, spouses, children, and grandchildren.

But never before have our debates been more likely to stray into acrimony and ugliness. And never before have the differences of opinion between family members been so striking.

We used to take great pride as a family in having freewheeling, no-holds-barred discussions about politics and world events. Now it’s come to the point that all of us must exercise some self-censorship in order to maintain an amicable level of discourse.

The most outspoken among us, my younger sister Dodie, has been urged by her own kids to tone down her libertarian, anti-Obama rhetoric. Though her children agree with her sentiments, it embarrasses them in front of their friends. (This is especially so for the two children now at a prestigious college where public criticism of the current occupant of the White House is almost verboten).

One could liken the situation inside my extended family to a second War of the Roses, with Lancastrian Obamaites on one side and Yorkist Bushites on the other. Harry, the leading Lancastrian, and a lawyer by trade, inveighs against the negativity of those supposedly afflicted with “Obama derangement syndrome.”

But what of the “George W. Bush derangement syndrome”— the notion that Mr. Obama must be Superman to make up for the colossal blunders of his predecessor? The president certainly never misses a chance to belittle the former president. Following Obama’s cue, the Obamaites in my family heap every kind of blame on George W., and then pin the Bushite label on the rest of us who disagree.

In fact, this is a false label. None of us could be described as an avid and devoted follower of George W. I, for one, believe that he made an awful mess of things in the closing months of his presidency when he endorsed the idea of bailing out big banks and auto companies.

So it goes in the extended Wilson family. We squabble. Or, for the sake of family harmony, we muzzle our old instinct to engage in honest debate.

In the midst of the so-called Great Recession, there are some in my family who see Barack Obama as hero and savior. Others tremble at the massive extension of government power and the winnowing down of freedom, personal responsibility and belief in private enterprise as the one true engine of economic growth and progress.

Harry and I will go on being brothers and good friends. But like the American people as a whole, we are politically estranged in a way that marks a real departure from the past.