Mr. Speaker, 50 years ago next month, a new periodical entered the marketplace and American history. That publication was National Review, its founder and editor was 29- year-old William F. Buckley. From the beginning, Buckley's magazine…
Mr. Speaker, 50 years ago next month, a new periodical entered the marketplace and American history.
That publication was National Review, its founder and editor was 29- year-old William F. Buckley.
From the beginning, Buckley's magazine stood ``athwart history, yelling `Stop,' at a time when no one is inclined to do so, or to have much patience with those who so urge it.''
And for five decades, it has bravely and effectively espoused conservative values and ideas, with both humor and intelligence.
Mr. Speaker, I would like to submit the inaugural Publisher's Statement of November 19, 1955, for the Record.
It is no surprise that since its inception, we've witnessed Republican victories in eight of eleven Presidential elections, the revolutionary Republican Class of 1994, America's victory in the Cold War, and widespread acceptance of conservative positions like economic freedom, limited government, individual responsibility and traditional values.
Obviously, Bill Buckley and National Review did much more than stand athwart history--they helped shape it. America and the world are the better for it.
There is no more influential and popular opinion journal in the United States than National Review, with 155,000 paid subscribers and a readership of over 310,000. The Internet version of National Review, NRO, is just as popular and well written.
It is well known that Ronald Reagan--who was a Democrat in 1955-- started to read National Review when it first came out, and it played a significant role in his personal and political development.
This publication has influenced at least two generations of young conservatives, and will assuredly have a positive impact on many more lives in the future.
No doubt there are young men and women here on the Hill, and all across America, who are reading National Review, perhaps for the very first time, and whose lives will be transformed.
In addition to the 50th anniversary of National Review, William F. Buckley will also soon be celebrating his 80th birthday.
Buckley, who served in the U.S. Army, worked for the CIA, and graduated from Yale, has had a very busy and productive life.
In addition to editing National Review up until last year, he has written 47 books, including 18 novels, some 900 editorials or other articles in National Review, 350 articles in other periodicals, more than 4,000 newspaper columns, and for 34 years he hosted the tremendous talk-show ``Firing Line,'' where he had over 1,400 televised debates with people ranging from Muhammed Ali to Margaret Thatcher to Noam Chomsky to Mother Theresa.
He famously ran for Mayor of New York City in 1965 as the Conservative Party candidate.
Although he predicted be would receive only one vote, Buckley in fact won 13 percent, and to this day his race is considered one of the City's most rollicking and interesting campaigns ever.
Buckley counted as his friends conservative and intellectual giants such as Russell Kirk, Whittaker Chambers, L. Brent Bozell and Claire Luce Booth. The conservative movement he helped nurture and flourish gave us Barry Goldwater and President Ronald Reagan.
Mr. Speaker, it was Buckley's younger brother Reid, I believe, who best summed up the philosophy that guided William F. Buckley and his life's work. He noted that:
``We learned from our parents to prefer the good man to the brilliant man. It is a sacred humanity in people we respect. Our compassion is earned in the quality of the human condition. People are surprised to realize that we, princelings of Dame Fortune, as they feel us to be, tread the same hard interior landscape. And it may be this that comes through, that fascinates, because we do not presume, `Come, let us lead you,' but, instead, petition, `Come, our philosophy is your way, the human way, and it is you who will and must lead yourselves. . .' ''
I offer a most sincere ``happy birthday'' to Bill Buckley, and ``thank you'' for his wonderful creation, and I congratulate the family at National Review for 50 years of fine work, with hopefully many more yet to come.
[From National Review, January 03, 2005}
Standing Athwart History, Yelling Stop
(By William F. Buckley, Jr.)
There is, we like to think, solid reason for rejoicing.
Prodigious efforts, by many people, are responsible for
National Review. But since it will be the policy of this
magazine to reject the hypodermic approach to world affairs,
we may as well start out at once, and admit that the joy is
not unconfined.
Let's face it: Unlike Vienna, it seems altogether possible
that did National Review not exist, no one would have
invented it. The launching of a conservative weekly journal
of opinion in a country widely assumed to be a bastion of
conservatism at first glance looks like a work of
supererogation, rather like publishing a royalist weekly
within the walls of Buckingham Palace. It is not that, of
course; if National Review is superfluous, it is so for very
different reasons: It stands athwart history, yelling Stop,
at a time when no one is inclined to do so, or to have much
patience with those who so urge it.
National Review is out of place, in the sense that the
United Nations and the League of Women Voters and the New
York Times and Henry Steele Commager are in place. It is out
of place because, in its maturity, literate America rejected
conservatism in favor of radical social experimentation.
Instead of covetously consolidating its premises, the United
States seems tormented by its tradition of fixed postulates
having to do with the meaning of existence, with the
relationship of the state to the individual, of the
individual to his neighbor, so clearly enunciated in the
enabling documents of our Republic.
``I happen to prefer champagne to ditchwater,'' said the
benign old wrecker of the ordered society, Oliver Wendell
Holmes, ``but there is no reason to suppose that the cosmos
does.'' We have come around to Mr. Holmes' view, so much that
we feel gentlemanly doubts when asserting the superiority of
capitalism to socialism, of republicanism to centralism, of
champagne to ditchwater--of anything to anything. (How
curious that one of the doubts one is not permitted is
whether, at the margin, Mr. Holmes was a useful citizen!) The
inroads that relativism has made on the American soul are not
so easily evident. One must recently have lived on or close
to a college campus to have a vivid intimation of what has
happened. It is there that we see how a number of energetic
social innovators, plugging their grand designs, succeeded
over the years in capturing the liberal intellectual
imagination. And since ideas rule the world, the
ideologues, having won over the intellectual class, simply
walked in and started to run things.
Run just about everything. There never was an age of
conformity quite like this one, or a camaraderie quite like
the Liberals'. Drop a little itching powder in Jimmy
Wechsler's bath and before he has scratched himself for the
third time, Arthur Schlesinger will have denounced you in a
dozen books and speeches, Archibald MacLeish will have
written ten heroic cantos about our age of terror. Harper's
will have published them, and everyone in sight will have
been nominated for a Freedom Award. Conservatives in this
country--at least those who have not made their peace with
the New Deal, and there is a serious question of whether
there are others--are non-licensed nonconformists; and this
is a dangerous business in a Liberal world, as every editor
of this magazine can readily show by pointing to his scars.
Radical conservatives in this country have an interesting
time of it, for when they are not being suppressed or
mutilated by Liberals, they are being ignored or humiliated
by a great many of those of the well-fed Right, whose
ignorance and amorality of never been exaggerated for the
same reason that one cannot exaggerate infinity.
There are, thank Heaven, the exceptions. There are those of
generous impulse and a sincere desire to encourage a
responsible dissent from the Liberal orthodoxy. And there are
those who recognize that when all is said and done, the
market place depends for a license to operate freely on the
men who issue licenses--on the politicians. They recognize,
therefore, that efficient getting and spending is itself
impossible except in an atmosphere that encourages efficient
getting and spending. And back of all political institutions
there are moral and philosophical concepts, implicit or
defined. Our political economy and our high-energy industry
run on large, general principles, on ideas--not by day-to-day
guess work, expedients and improvisations. Ideas have to go
into exchange to become or remain operative; and the medium
of such exchange is the printed word. A vigorous and
incorruptible journal of conservative opinion is--dare we say
it?--as necessary to better living as Chemistry.
We begin publishing, then, with a considerable stock of
experience with the irresponsible Right, and a despair of the
intransigence of the Liberals, who run this country; and all
this in a world dominated by the jubilant single-mindedness
of the practicing Communist, with his inside track to
History. All this would not appear to augur well for National
Review. Yet we start with a considerable--and considered--
optimism.
After all, we crashed through. More than one hundred and
twenty investors made this magazine possible, and over 50 men
and women of small means invested less than one thousand
dollars apiece in it. Two men and one woman, all three with
overwhelming personal and public commitments, worked round
the clock to make publication possible. A score of
professional writers pledged their devoted attention to its
needs, and hundreds of thoughtful men and women gave evidence
that the appearance of such a journal as we have in mind
would profoundly affect their lives.
Our own views, as expressed in a memorandum drafted a year
ago, and directed to our investors, are set forth in an
adjacent column. We have nothing to offer but the best that
is in us. That, a thousand Liberals who read this sentiment
will say with relief, is clearly not enough! It isn't enough.
But it is at this point that we steal the march. For we
offer, besides ourselves, a position that has not grown old
under the weight of a gigantic, parasitic bureaucracy, a
position untempered by the doctoral dissertations of a
generation of Ph.D's in social architecture, unattenuated by
a thousand vulgar promises to a thousand different pressure
groups uncorroded by a cynical contempt for human freedom.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, leaves us just about the
hottest thing in town.