I am always wishing for someone who can tell me how politics really works, without any ideology or theory or idealism, just the actual facts of it. Unfortunately, "how politics really works" is itself a kind of ideological position, and people who propose to tell you it are almost always disingenous/in bad faith. They are trying to sell you on something, usually the "inherent conservativism of Americans", and not least on themselves, that they are cynical realists who know everything. Historians of course have their biases like anyone, but it is both easier for them to be objective, and easier for me to see their biases as biases, when talking about bygone events. And especially when the book itself is a product of a bygone day, like this one, written before the Civil Rights era, before the Kennedy administration, before so much. Schlesinger, for all his worshipful attitude towards Roosevelt, has no qualms writing about backroom deals for nominations within the Democratic party, because backroom deals were all there were: primaries were rare and in any case only advisory, not binding at all.
This is a book about politics, almost pure and simple; it spends very little time on anything but, although it mercifully dresses the subject in vivid description and anecdote. (I appreciated this the more because the last book I read, an academic history of the Meiji Restoration, took place, as it were, in an absolutely abstract void.) Its first half describes the twists and turns of politics and ideology from the end of the Great War until the Democratic convention of 1932. Then it flashes back through the life of the nominee, briefly sketching FDR's youth, before digging in deeper into his political career, from state senator in New York to Assistant Secretary of the Navy under Wilson to governor. As a biography it is startlingly unsophisticated hagiography, leaving no Portent Of Greatness unrecorded, as uncritical as the Cyropaedia. But as a political history it is deep and detailed and fascinating.
I mention the backroom deals, and Schlesinger's frankness about them (if you can call it frankness -- it would never occur to him to hide these things!) because I am writing in 2020, in the context of a presidential election, when all these things are obscured under a veil of "democracy". Ever since George Washington there has been a sense that political parties shouldn't even exist, and since the reforms of the Progressive Era (anti-patronage laws, direct election of Senators, etc) it has been increasingly possible to act like they don't. After 50 years of primary elections we have totally forgotten, wilfully forgotten, that things ever worked differently, and consider anything else "corrupt". As one political scientist (whose book I found totally unreadable) said, we think of the 2 parties as public utilities. The voters, atomized, pure, disinterested, cast their vote for the candidate that best matches their values, the results are tallied, and the voters' choice is declared the winner. Democracy. "Politics" consists of nothing but talking to the electorate, convincing them to vote for you. The only reason you can lose is you did not convince enough voters (or you are a Democrat and therefore the electoral college is rigged against you.) "Influence"? Never heard of it. "Negotiation"? You must be a conspiracy theorist.
Since this idealized dream agrees with post-Progressive Era liberals (who pursued these anti-machine reforms at least as much to keep the drunken Irishman and voluble Latin out of sober Protestant Anglo-Saxon political life as to curb corruption) it makes sense that they see the world this way, but the strange thing is the Chapo-influenced left believes it just as much, if not more. (As I said about Thackeray, a bitter cynic is just a certain kind of idealist: he is outraged that the world does not conform to his candy-colored deam of what it "should" be, which is always broadly conventional.) They believed Bernie Sanders did not need any support in the Democratic Party -- indeed they did not want him to get any. He needed only appeal to the voters. There is no word the Chapo left loves more than "organize", yet they are as completely sure as the most earnest MSNBC-watching, Warren-voting liberal that organization and corruption are the exact same thing. (Chapo types like to sneer at Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, but if they'd actually watch it, they'd see it captures their entire theory of politics -- the evil politicians' goons beating up children distributing an underground newspaper is a nice touch -- and if they were honest, they would agree that totally ineffective and meaningless filibusters are exactly what they want and expect out of politicians like AOC; any coalition-building means she is Corrupted, at least until her next snarky tweet.) They knew the voters already agreed with them. The numbers were on their side. What they needed to do was knock on doors and text bank, to get the people to come out. "Last time we had a strong progressive candidate hated by the rich and called a socialist," they liked to say, "he was elected by massive majorities four times!"
FDR's career bears no resemblance to this theory of politics. He didn't emerge from nowhere with a direct appeal to the progressive working class, and storm the White House on the strength of popular support. He built his position slowly, methodically, relentlessly. With his right-hand man Louis Howe, a newspaperman who became his most trusted political advisor, he plotted a path to the Presidency that took 20 years, and that only after being accelerated by events (he originally planned to run for Governor in 1932, not 1928.) He was an insider, not an insurgent; he used his positions of power, like being Assistant Secretary of the Navy, and political campaigns that weren't about him, like for Al Smith or when he was the Vice Presidential candidate in the doomed Cox campaign, to build connections and gain allies within the party, around the country, even around the world. During the first half of the book, the general political history, not the biography section, Roosevelt keeps popping up, corresponding with his fellow Democrats about the issues of the day. This is partly Schlesinger's design to show him as always right, but it also emphasizes that he was always connected, always an active member of the party, always building support. What he wrote, as quoted by Schlesinger, was indeed populist/progressive/leftish in content, but it wasn't to The People he was writing, but to his fellow party members. The midpoint of the book, a very detailed description of Howe and fellow Roosevelt operative Jim Farley's various machinations to secure the nomination at the Democratic Convention of 1932, is its climax and emblem, and it has nothing to do with the electorate at all.
I'm sure some people reading this might take me to mean "GO BIDEN!" because Biden, of course, had no campaign whatever beyond securing the support of party insiders. On the contrary, what I am saying is the Democratic Party should be burned to the ground, or at least, completely abandoned by anyone who cares about anything that we now call progressive -- justice of any kind, economic justice, racial justice, gender justice, climate justice. I think Bernie should have given up all thought of the Democratic nomination when Obama placed Tom Perez in the DNC over Keith Ellison: it proved the party, as in the people in charge of it, would never give up the Party, as in the public utility we pretend it is, its infrastructure, its branding, etc. Liberals hold a funny doublethink when it comes to Obama's moves to destroy Bernie on Super Tuesday: they both insist that The Voters (as I have said) were Pure and Disinterested (and Black, therefore you can't disagree!) and just love Biden, and they also will tell you that kind of move is totally normal and "just politics". I basically agree with the latter, although I don't think I can remember such a naked and clumsy "just politics" move in my lifetime. Where I really disagree is with their bizarre conviction that We Must Vote Democrat anyway. So you're saying the voters of the party hate me and my ideology, that the party insiders hate me and will destroy me every chance they get, and yet I need to support them with my vote and my money and my time? No thank you. We need to do something else. Organize something else. Call it a party, call it whatever you want. Imagine if Bernie spent the last four years, not stockpiling poor people's money to blow on a futile campaign, but had left the Democrat Party to the Democrats and built a real movement. Some kind of mutual aid, some kind of union, but something that doesn't wall itself off from politics -- something that, like Roosevelt building contacts throughout the West while running the Navy, can accomplish several goals at once.
I am an anarchist, and take a Stirnerite comfort in history: knowing that every single one of the issues which we think are fundamental and desperately important are in fact spooks which posterity will find as baffling and silly as we find the theological disagreements which split the Blues and Greens in Byzantine days. I don't believe in the state or in power over other people. But I like to know my enemy. I want to understand the state, I want to understand power, I want to understand politics. It's so difficult to, because of the layers of obfuscation built by liberal institutions. But I keep trying.