As a history and politics nerd, I thought I knew the basics about Al Smith: A child of Irish immigrants, he was raised in the ethnic stew of New York City's Lower East Side during the late 1800s. In a genuine rags-to-riches tale, he worked his way up to be elected governor of New York, then in 1928 became the first Catholic to be nominated for U.S. president on a major-party ticket. However, he lost badly because of widespread nativism and religious prejudice. (Cue in the Great Depression, FDR, and JFK.)
This fascinating book enriches that mostly-accurate but scanty bio, revealing a unique politician with flaws and strengths we rarely see in government.
For starters, Smith was only half-Irish. His father's family (whom he never talked about the way he played up his Irish heritage) was a mix of German and Italian. Another rarely mentioned point is that nobody succeeded in politics in that era, in that location, without being part of the notorious Tammany Hall -- so, yes, Smith was a loyal follower of the Tammany bosses. To be fair, the Tammany of the 19th century Boss Tweed had been severely weakened by Smith's day.
Much more important, Smith in his heyday had a combination of integrity, loyalty, naivete, idealism, and stubborn honesty that pretty much guaranteed he could never be elected president. As author Robert A. Slayton frequently emphasizes, Smith assumed that the voters were just like his neighbors in the Fourth Ward of New York City, and that he could sit back and schmooze as candidly over the radio as he could in the local tavern. (Oops -- "tavern." Keep reading.) Smith knew that there was some anti-Catholic prejudice in the nation, but he didn't fathom how furious and deep it ran west of New Jersey, or south of Pennsylvania. At the height of Prohibition, he refused to hide his contempt for the ban on booze. (Can you imagine ANY politician today openly saying the equivalent of, "Yeah, I like a good beer, and we all know Prohibition can't be enforced.") He proudly declared himself the candidate of the immigrant, the working stiff, the union member, the Jew, and (a little less often) the Black -- this, during the era of the Klan's greatest national strength. The rumors and attacks against him sank to the lowest depths of nastiness and pure hatred.
Then what happened? The post-1928 Al Smith -- disappointed that the American people turned out to be more biased than he'd expected, jealous that his protege FDR was outshining him -- degenerated into a forlorn, then bitter, then outright vengeful caricature, abandoning his principles and allies.
All of this is told clearly, and the book reads quickly, with some attempts at humor leavening the otherwise stolid language.
It was disillusioning, of course, to see what Smith became. I won't give away the final twist of the story, but I'll just say this: Let's remember the Al Smith of 1928.