The Three Roosevelts: Patrician Leaders Who Transformed Americaby James MacGregor Burns, Susan Dunn
The Three Roosevelts is the extraordinary political biography of the intertwining lives of Theodore, Franklin, and Eleanor Roosevelt, who emerged from the closed society of New York's Knickerbocker elite to become the most prominent American political family of the twentieth century. As Pulitzer Prize- and National Book Award-winning author James MacGregor Burns… See more details below
The Three Roosevelts is the extraordinary political biography of the intertwining lives of Theodore, Franklin, and Eleanor Roosevelt, who emerged from the closed society of New York's Knickerbocker elite to become the most prominent American political family of the twentieth century. As Pulitzer Prize- and National Book Award-winning author James MacGregor Burns and acclaimed historian Susan Dunn follow the evolution of the Roosevelt political philosophy, they illuminate how Theodore's example of dynamic leadership would later inspire the careers of his distant cousin Franklin and his niece Eleanor, who together forged a progressive political legacy that reverberated throughout the world. Theodore, Franklin, and Eleanor Roosevelt led America through some of the most turbulent times in its history. The Three Roosevelts takes readers on an exhilarating voyage through these tumultuous decades of our nation's past, and these momentous events are seen through the Roosevelts' eyes, their actions, and their passions. Insightful and authoritative, this is a fascinating portrait of three of America's greatest leaders, whose legacy is as controversial today as their vigorous brand of forward-looking politics was in their own lifetimes. "A remarkable example of narrative and biographical history at its best." -- Bruce Clayton, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette "No one has written more trenchantly about Franklin Roosevelt and American politics ... than James MacGregor Burns...." -- H. W. Brands, The Raleigh News & Observer "A detailed study.... Written with impeccable scholarship." -- Malinda Nash, Houston Chronicle
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TR, REFORMER OR REGULAR?
"I have become acquainted with a very nice fellow named Townsend, from Albany," young Theodore wrote home from Harvard. "He is a cousin of Mr. Thayers. It is really a relief to find someone whom I know something about as I have not the slightest idea about the families of most of my `friends.'"
The Roosevelts had packed off their son to Harvard in September 1876. Harvard was in fact his first school; until then he had been educated entirely by private tutors. In his new environment in Cambridge, Theodore both protected and asserted himself by being aggressively conscious of class and status. "I most sincerely wish I knew something about the antecedents of my friends," he complained to his sister Corinne during his freshman year, confiding that "on this very account I have avoided being very intimate with the New York fellows." But when he did make the acquaintance of someone from New York who he felt could possibly become his friend, he would quickly write to his mother to ask if she knew anything about the young man's family.
Theodore applied rigorous standards of breeding to his classmatesand to the Bostonians who invited him to their homes. On occasion he bemoaned that some persons with whom he dined, acquaintances of his family, "did not seem very refined." His social circle, like that of his family, would have to belong to "polite" society. The Rooseveltsamong the oldest families of New Yorkvalued breeding and grace, not wealth and conspicuous display. Their world consisted ofintermarriedclans from the colonial aristocracy and the great pre-Civil War overseas merchants.
In Cambridge, Theodore quickly discovered that there were two Harvards. One encompassed the "Yard": the leafy, enclosed campus of stately buildings and gravel paths, where students of mildly diverse middleclass backgrounds lived in dormitories. The other comprised the "Gold Coast": the privately run, expensive halls and rooming houses along Mt. Auburn Street and especially the elite social and eating clubs, mysteriously called "final clubs" to this day.
Arriving in Cambridge, young Roosevelt found a soft coal fire burning in the grate in his new rooms in a private boardinghouse. His ever-protective sister Anna, whom he called Bamie and Bysie, had furnished and decorated the living room and bedroom for him with everything from pretty wallpaper to thick carpeting. It was all, he exclaimed, "just as cozy and comfortable as it could look." Surrounded by family photographs, his books and dictionaries, and his stuffed birds under glass domes, and aided by a woman to do his laundry and a manservant to black his boots and light the fire each morning, he pronounced himself quite satisfied to be in Cambridge. Decidedly discontented with the food at Commons, he preferred to join a private eating club, rejecting the democratic community of meals that most students shared.
Though Harvard, under the innovative leadership of its new president, Charles W. Eliot, had become more open and diverse than Princeton and Yale, there were no African-Americans, no Boston Irish, no Italians, and no Jews in the class of 1880. Despite this seeming homogeneity, for TR Harvard consisted of two distinct groups: a small population of upper-class "gentlemen" and everyone else. He wasted no time in finding his own "set," made up largely of men with upper-crust Boston names like Saltonstall and Weld, who stood out in their English-cut clothes, walking sticks, gold watch fobs, and hair parted in the middle. "I stand 19th in the class," TR later wrote to his sister, explaining that "only one gentleman stands ahead of me." The seventeen plebeian students evidently did not count. Still, one classmate later conceded that, although Theodore belonged to the "high set," he was "perfectly willing to talk to others if the occasion arose."
He cut a slightly outré figure among the Harvard "swells" (those of birth) and "nobs" (those of wealth). He dazzled passersby in his beaver hat, cutaway coat, and colorful cravats. He was five feet eight and around 125 poundsbespectacled, with prominent teeth, a reedy voice, and a slight speech impediment perhaps caused by his asthma. None of this appeared to inhibit the torrent of words that poured from his lips on every subject of Harvard interest, from the aerodynamics of birds to medieval German literature, to the degree that his schoolmates were tempted to suspect him of the worst of vices, zeal. "He puzzled us by his effusive manner," one of his friends later wrote. "It must have been sheer good nature and vitality. But in college we were a cautious, critical crowd and in truth Roosevelt was the most un-Harvardlike man that ever came out of Harvard."
Yet they were somehow attracted to this curious New Yorker and accepted him, even conferring on him the highest social recognition at Harvard, membership in the Porcellian Clubdespite the objection of one young patrician who felt that Roosevelt's "tenacity in argument was not altogether a clubable quality."
Theodore was "dee-lighted" to be accepted into Harvard's most elite private club. It was outfitted with a billiard table, a magnificent library, and a punch room for social affairs. It was "great fun," he told his sister, adding that "my best friends are in it." "Night before last Harry Shaw and I had a little supper up there, the chief items on the bill of fare being partridges and burgundy." On Sundays, the boys enjoyed champagne breakfasts.
Social life also consisted of football games at Yale, sleighing parties, theater evenings, dancing classes, teas and dinners, social calls, lawn tennis, whist, and Sunday drives with Dick Saltonstall, his sister Rose, Minot Weld, and Miss Alice Lee. By senior year, Theodore had his own horse and buggy. An average American family, the historian David McCullough noted, could have lived for years on what Harvard student Theodore Roosevelt spent on clothes, club dues, and stabling his horse.
This happy, carefree life fell under a dark cloud during his sophomore year, when his father died an excruciatingly painful death from colon cancer at the age of forty-six. A "stunned" Theodore endured the most "bitter agony," having lost the one he loved "dearest on earth." "I remember so well how, years ago, when I was a weak, asthmatic child, he used to walk up and down with me in his arms for hours together, night after night, and oh how my heart pains me when I think that I never was able to do anything for him in his last illness!" But after a few months of intense grief and disorientation, by summer Theodore had recovered, confiding to his diary that he was "astonished" to find himself going about his daily life "as if nothing had happened." He was now the male head of his little family. But he was still a college student, and in the fall he returned to Harvard to continue the agreeable life he had known.
"Take care of your morals first," Theodore's father had written to him, "your health next and finally your studies." There was nothing the young man wanted more than to live up to his father's expectations of ethical behavior and personal duty. He followed his father's example of public service by teaching Sunday school throughout his Harvard years, though instead of theology he preferred to teach his young pupils the virtues of "loyalty and manliness." "My Sunday School is getting along swimmingly," he reported in his diary. "It is very sweet to think how [Father] liked my taking a Sunday School class."
Theodore Sr. had also presented the boy with physical challenges. According to Martha, her husband had finally had enough of young Teedie's recurring illnesses. He may have suspected that the little boy's asthma attacks had a psychological as well as a physical source, since the attacks occurred mostly on weekends when father was home and available for cuddling and comfort. One day father stood son in front of him, declaring, "Theodore, you have the mind but you have not the body, and without the help of the body the mind cannot go as far as it should." It would be hard drudgery, he warned, but "you must make your body." So at eleven young TR had begun a regime of bodybuilding, lifting weights, punching bags, hefting dumbbells, and swinging along parallel bars.
He expanded his strenuous life by trying every sport he could handle: riding, rowing, tennis, running, leaping, boxing, polo, shooting. He did not become expert at any of these, partly because of his poor eyesight, but he won much notice for the intensity of his play. At Harvard, he hiked, played tennis, wrestled, rowed, skated, and boxed. "Isn't this bully?" he exclaimed, as he skated over the rough ice of nearby Fresh Pond with a friend whose toes, fingers, and ears nearly froze. Temperamentally bellicose, he boasted of "thrashing" his boxing foes and bloodying an occasional fellow student who annoyed him. Nor would he shrink from performing a "citizen's arrest" when confronted with a swindler, congratulating himself on having "quite a struggle with him" and then having him indicted and "put into the penitentiary for six months."
The cruel edge was there. As a boy he slaughtered many hundreds of birds and while riding once in Oyster Bay did not hesitate to shoot a neighbor's dog that was harassing his horse. He later justified his aggressiveness and his fixation on masculinity as shields for his own "decency" and idealism. "My ordinary companions in college would I think have had a tendency to look down upon me for doing Sunday school work if I had not also been a corking boxer," he later explained. "I intended to be a middling decent fellow, and I did not intend that anyone should laugh at me with impunity because I was decent." A man could be "as virtuous as he wished," he taught his sons, "if only he was prepared to fight."
Theodore was also determined to follow his father's advice to devote himself to his studies. "For the next two years," he wrote in his diary after his father's death, "my duty is clearto study well and live like a brave Christian gentleman."
Fortunately, he found most of his Harvard courses interesting and challenging. Classes in political economy, one friend commented, were very cold and uninteresting before Roosevelt came. But with his appearance and torrent of questions, "things livened up." Indeed, so persistent was Theodore in one course in natural history that the professor exploded, "Now look here, Roosevelt, let me talk! I'm running this course." "I wonder whether he is the real thing," a classmate mused, "or only the bundle of eccentricities he appears."
Exploring a wide variety of fieldsclassical literature, German, Italian, forensics, logic, metaphysics, philosophy, constitutional history, geology, zoology, and natural historyhe won excellent grades in virtually all his courses. He possessed a gift for concentration along with his iron self-discipline. His friend Dick Saltonstall later recalled that Theodore could sit down in a noisy room and read, "oblivious to all that was going on around him." Unperturbed by friends roughhousing and bumping into his chair, he looked up from his book only when he smelled the soles of his boots burning in front of his fireplace. Thanks to his excellent tutoring at home he did not need to work very hard in Cambridge save for occasional periods of intense study, but he read omnivorously. He even had time to write a few chapters of his history of the naval war of 1812, published after he graduated from Harvard.
He had the good fortune to study his favorite subject, the anatomy and physiology of vertebrates, with the celebrated William James. By the end of the summer after his freshman year he had already published his first short work, The Summer Birds of the Adirondacks, and the serious young naturalist also presented papers to the Harvard Natural History Society on such subjects as the coloration of birds and the gills of crustaceans. Still, he cast a critical eye on the way science was taught, complaining that, instead of encouraging his interest in the natural world, his Harvard courses had reduced to a "fetish" the study of minutiae in a laboratory. "I had no more desire or ability to be a microscopist and section-cutter than to be a mathematician," he sniffied.
At the end of his junior year, looking back over the past nine months, he congratulated himself on leading a most enjoyable life. "I cannot possibly conceive of any fellow having a pleasanter time than I have had," he noted in his diary. "I have done well in my studies and I have had a most royally good time with the Club, my horse, and above all the sweet, pretty girls at Chestnut Hill."
One of his few regrets was not having taken elocution or practiced debating at Harvard. But perhaps this was not really a loss, he reflected. "I have not the slightest sympathy," he remarked years later, "with debating contests in which each side is arbitrarily assigned a given proposition and told to maintain it without the least reference to whether those maintaining it believe in it or not." The purpose of education, in his mind, was to "turn out of our colleges young men with ardent convictions on the side of the right; not young men who can make a good argument for either right or wrong as their interest bids them." As a student no less than as a president, he valued "sincerity and intensity of conviction."
Three decades later, looking back on his Harvard education, TR withheld his praise. Though he admitted having "thoroughly enjoyed" his years in Cambridge, at the core of his Harvard education, he diagnosed a gaping hole. Harvard's innovative president, Charles W. Eliot, had been determined to liberalize and expand the curriculum in order to transform Harvard into one of the great universities of the world, but, for the most part, during the 1870s, Harvard professors remained traditional and conservative in their outlook. They had cheerfully adopted and methodically transmitted the nineteenth century's unquestioned dogma of the self-sufficient individualautonomous, striving, competitive, and successful. They rarely viewed individuals as interdependent citizens, members of a national community who were responsible not only for their own well-being but also for the common good of all.
Though "individual morality" had been drummed into his ears, Theodore bitterly complained decades later in his autobiography that there had been "almost no teaching of the need for collective action, and of the fact that in addition to, not as a substitute for, individual responsibility, there is a collective responsibility." All the messages he had absorbed at Harvard had stressed only that individuals must make the best of themselves. He regretted that books such as Herbert Croly's The Promise of American Life and Walter E. Weyl's New Democracy would have been treated either as unintelligible or else as "pure heresy." In economics, too, the mantra in Cambridge was laissez-faire. Harvard provided no education in citizenship, in how to "join with others in trying to make things better for the many by curbing the abnormal and excessive development of individualism in a few." It would take Theodore Roosevelt decades to realizeand to act forcefully on the realizationthat government had a central role to play in creating equality and social justice for all, in fostering "real civilization" rather than merely permitting "lawless individualism."
Harvard, he concluded, had ultimately failed to teach him what he needed to learn to do his part in the work that lay ahead for his generation of Americans.
In New York: The Happiest Year
During his senior year at Harvard, Theodore had paid court to the young Alice Lee, daughter of the Boston Brahmin family that helped create Boston's Old Guard investment firm of Lee, Higginson & Co. With his new "cart and horse," he drove out to Chestnut Hill to see Alice and her family and friends. He plunged into this relationship with his usual intensity, finally overcoming the Lees' doubts about giving up their young daughter. "I have been in love with her for nearly two years now," he wrote a fellow Harvard science student, "and have made everything subordinate to winning her; so you can perhaps understand a change in my ideas as regards science, &c."
His mother had doubts too. "Really you mustn't feel melancholy, sweet Motherling," he consoled her. "I shall only love you all the more." He needed her help, too. "Please send my silk hat on at once," he asked, as engagement festivities neared.
Alice Lee and Theodore Roosevelt were married in late October 1880, on the groom's twenty-second birthday, in the Unitarian Church in Brookline. A few weeks earlier another Roosevelt, Theodore's fourth cousin once removed, James, had married Sara Delano, a friend of Theodore's sister Bamie, at James's estate on the Hudson. James, who had originally wished to marry Bamie, had met the beautiful Sara at a reception Theodore's mother, Martha, had given for Alice in the spring. Sara too descended from a distinguished family whose ancestry stretched back into colonial history. Twice Sara's age, James "never took his eyes off her at the reception," Martha remarked to Bamie afterward. When Sara bore a son named Franklin a year and a half later, Theodore's younger brother, the charming, irresistible, alcoholic Elliott, served as godfather.
The winter of 1880-81 was perhaps the most joyfuland one of the most determiningof Theodore Roosevelt's life. He was infatuated with Alice and marriage itself. He had graduated from Harvard and settled in New York with Alice in the Roosevelt family home, over which he now presided in place of his father.
Somehow Alice adjusted to sharing her husband with his mother and sisters, who also adored him. Theodore was starting a new career by attending Columbia Law School. Shortly before graduation from Harvard, he had mentioned his ambitions to a friend. "I am going to try to help the cause of better government in New York City," he said, adding, "I don't know exactly how." He decided that law school would open up a political career for him. Still, his studies at Columbia hardly interfered with the long hours he spent with Alice and his family. On snowy evenings he would whisk Alice away for a sleigh ride along the Hudson. On New Year's Eve 1880, he noted in his diary, "This ends by far the happiest year I have ever spent."
It was a winter of glittering social events, especially for the newlyweds. "Jolly little dinners" at the Iselins', the Delanos', the Stuyvesant Fishes' and the Leavitts', parties at Delmonico's, society balls, private dances, banquets, receptions, whist parties at the Beekmans', Mondays at the opera, concerts, theater outingsall followed one another in relentless succession. At a large dinner party, TR wrote in his diary in December 1880, "I sat between Mrs. Newbold and Mrs. Astor." A few days later he and Alice held a "great ball" at their home to which "every living individual" he knew came. Then followed a Mendelssohn concert, a "great afternoon reception" at the Iselins', another one at the Morans', several teas, and the Patriarch Ball.
Most of the social affairs were not brief events but endless rituals: the exhibiting of elaborate gowns created for the occasion, parading into dining rooms arm in arm, sitting down at tables twenty feet long to accommodate a multitude of forks and knives, a different type of china for every course, liveried footmen smoothly filling water and wine glasses, strict protocol requiring one to alternate speaking with the person on the right and left with every course. This was the New York leisure class in all its resplendent, self-admiring, stifling glory. Though their ancestors had been pioneers and revolutionaries, bursting with energy and ideas, courage and daring, by the late nineteenth century these men and women of leisure seemed "exhausted," commented the novelist Edith Wharton. They resembled "an old vintage," she wrote, "too rare to be savoured by a youthful palate."
The Roosevelts' set was, for the most part, made up of the elite old Dutch and English families of New York: the Fishes, the Brevoorts, the Rutherfurds, the Stuyvesants, the Hoffmans, the Schermerhornsand Edith Wharton. They were known as the "Knickerbocker" families, named for the fictitious author, Dietrich Knickerbocker, of Washington Irving's comic History of New York, published in 1809. They valued inherited social status, a relatively modest and self-contained lifestyle, and, above all, the past. The men were gentlemen of the mercantile class, engaged in commercial activities, not industrialists or financiers. But now, after the Civil War, American society was changing, becoming more dynamic and money-oriented. And there seemed to reign over "polite" society, Edith Wharton observed, a "strange apathy" that few were able to shake off. Were the Knickerbockers sinking into passivity? Irrelevance?
In her novels and memoirs, Wharton (the cousin of Theodore's second wife, Edith Carow) conveyed the essence of life behind the facades of the handsome brownstone town houses and grandiose marble mansions of New York. "Our society was a little `set,'" she recalled, "with its private catch-words, observances and amusements, and its indifference to anything outside of its charmed circle." The talk was never intellectual and seldom brilliant, she noted, but it was always easy and sometimes witty. Serious subjects like art and music and literature were timorously avoided, displaced by bland observations about food, wine, horses, the laying out and planting of country seats, the selection of "specimen" copper beeches and fern-leaved maples, and European travel. One's principal activity consisted in paying social calls, "leaving one's card, the upper left-hand corner turned down, with the servants."
New York's oldest families, TR's niece Eleanor later remarked, formed a "compact" society, "chary of outsiders." Did they comprise a caste? Castes, as the great sociologist Max Weber pointed out, while being resolutely closed to outsiders, maintain their status through conventions, laws, and rituals, through distance and exclusiveness, avoiding contact with members of lower castes out of fear of "ritualistic impurity." Unlike economic classes, which Weber believed are defined by their relations to the production and acquisition of goods, an elite caste is determined by the goods it consumes and by its own special "style of life."
The sense of dignity of the members of this caste, Weber acutely remarked, is related to their own "beauty and excellence." Thus tied to the shallow world of appearances, "their kingdom," Weber continued, "is of this world." Whereas underprivileged strata of society religiously hope for a better future, the overprivileged, disavowing any idea of transcendence, "live for the present by exploiting their great past." Turning his attention to late-nineteenth-century America, Weber noted that Americans' traditional esteem for labor and entrepreneurial activity had become a "disqualification" of status in the privileged elite. Even artistic and literary activity, as soon as it was exploited for income, was considered no less degrading than physical exertion.
Still, the leisure class was not an idle class, as the economic theorist Thorstein Veblen noted. But though the leisure class kept busy, he remarked, its consumption of time was always "nonproductive." The lives of the members of this caste were focused on ceremonial observances of etiquette, and such ceremonies required a great expenditure of time and energy; vast amounts of money and effort were spent demonstrating good breeding and refined tastes. Indeed, the "conspicuous leisure" time necessary to cultivate such manners was the ultimate proof of one's status. "Society is an occupation in itself," pronounced one of its inside members. "Only a man who has a good deal of leisure and a taste for it," he explained, "can keep up with its demands and with what interests it."
High society in New York, the financial capital of the nation, was a more porous and less stable elite than that formed by upper-crust families in Bostonthe Welds, Saltonstalls, Cabots, Lees, Lodges, and Higginsonsor in Philadelphiathe Cadwaladers, Ingersolls, Rushes, Whartons, and Peppers. Little by little, the small patrician world of graciousness, tradition, and modesty of Knickerbocker society was being displaced by the new fashionable set, the Four Hundred. "There are only about four hundred people in fashionable New York society," pronounced Ward McAllister, the arriviste credited with coining the term in 1888. The Knickerbocker elite of old New York families and old money was dismayed at the eclipse of their "polite" society by the new "fashionable" group, which flaunted wealth in extravagant, conspicuous consumption.
Indeed, Theodore Sr., clinging to his world of refinement and tradition, voiced disgust for the new fashionable set. "The Morrises go away tomorrow," he wrote from Newport, "and with them depart all whom I know well at all at Newport.... The rest seem to be rather disposed to be `fast' and you know how utterly I despise a woman who forgets her true charater so entirely." He enjoyed socializing with a certain family in Roswell, he admitted, because they were "so much the most refined people in the place." But his Knickerbocker world was shrinking.
As TR's proximity to Mrs. Astorthe reigning doyenne of the Four Hundredat a dinner party illustrates, by the 1880s "polite" society and the new "fashionable" society were beginning to overlap. But "overlap" did not mean "merge." They remained in separate social spheres, and yet the two elites had one thing in common: Virtually all their members lived essentially trivial, nonproductive lives.
They had achieved mastery over the ineffably useless. The principal accomplishments and contributions of members of the leisure class were their bearing and their decorum, along with their success in isolating themselves from the rest of society. In their eyes, manners had acquired, as Veblen diagnosed, "a sacramental character." In their minds, they remained in a state of grace as long as their lives were uncontaminated by anything or anyone vulgar, by anyone tainted by labor, by the poor, and especially by the immigrants and the Jews who were rushing, in wave upon wave, to the American shores. One visitor from England, H. G. Wells, discerned "a sterile aristocracy" floating on top of a "vast torrent of strangers, speaking alien tongues."
Possessing status, prestige, and often notoriety, upper-crust New York society could boast of no real power. Whether its members were devoted to their world of tradition or their world of leisure and extravagance, they were determined to remain remote from the rest of American society, displaying no interest in acquiring political, moral, or intellectual authority. Ensconced in imitation Renaissance palaces and faux-French châteaus, with their priceless European antiques, roaming around their new Atlantic seaboard playgrounds on their oversized yachts, arranging their children's marriages with titled European aristocrats, their lack of accomplishments was stunning.
Elites in Boston and Philadelphia produced civic leaders: financier and philanthropist Henry Lee Higginson in Boston, lawyer and Republican senator George Wharton Pepper in Philadelphia. But among the New York Four Hundred only twenty-three men were listed in Who's Who, the catalog of the national "achievement elite." When someone of accomplishment appeared on the social sceneTheodore Roosevelt Sr. and his son, novelist Edith Wharton, astronomer Lewis Rutherfurdthey inevitably came from the Knickerbocker set. "The Four Hundred would have fled in a body from a poet, a painter, a musician or a clever Frenchman," pronounced one bored society hostess. But not everyone shared her opinion. There was no art, profession, or trade, there was no mental work so taxing, asserted Mrs. Vanderbilt, "as being a leader of Society."
Nor were the ladies' husbands interested in civic life or public welfare. Mrs. Astor's husband left one-third of 1 percent of his fortune to charity. William Vanderbilt left three-quarters of 1 percent of his fortune to charity. There was not yet any sense, as Arthur Schlesinger Sr. remarked, of richesse oblige.
The plutocrats on the other handthose with economic power and the will to use it, the great industrialists and banking families of the Goulds, Harrimans, Seligmans, Morgans, Loebs, Rockefellers, and Andrew Carnegieeither shunned fashionable society or were shunned by it, although they were listed in the Social Register, which included virtually all of the city's millionaires. As a group, these millionaires were far more philanthropically inclined than the Four Hundred set. But as for the "social" elite, they lived in and for Society, not society.
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James MacGregor Burns and Susan Dunn, Democrats by conviction, give an unequal account of the life of three Roosevelts by dedicating most of their biography to Franklin Delano Roosevelt. MacGregor Burns and Dunn show their audience how these three patricians left behind a relatively easy life to descend into the arena of politics. Theodore, Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt had to overcome their prejudices about other classes, religions, ethnicities and races to get an understanding of the issues at hand and, at times make, painful compromises to get things done. MacGregor Burns and Dunn explain to their readers that the three Roosevelts have ultimately left an indelible imprint on the psyche of the nation by each setting an example of transformational leadership. On the domestic front, the country has been working on the best possible reconciliation of the respective interests of business, labor and consumers as well as the rights and duties of its respective races and ethnicities. Abroad, the country has weighed the pros and cons of an interventionist policy on a case-by-case basis to safeguard its vital interests, and to advance the cause of a world that espouses the values of responsible democracy and capitalism.
This book was interesting, but was hard to follow at times. Kept jumping from Teddy Roosevelt to FDR to Eleanor, then back again. I enjoyed the historical references though.
One survived out of a most desfunctional family of brothers as did the niece who went to the mother in law from h plus a husband crippled with two other great loves and the brillant cripple who hated aged disability what all three managed to do is certainly three miracles