The Kinder, Gentler Howard Dean
The doctor finally opens up to his patients.
11:00 PM, Jan 25, 2004 • By DAVID TELL
But the governor seems also to be inviting a broader, family-like connection with his audience as a whole, slightly but noticeably relaxing his famous reluctance to make other-than-political self-disclosures. Howard Dean, belatedly acquiescing to the cultural expectations that have been imposed on presidential candidates since time began, now wants his would-be voters to understand that it's not simply tax policy or the war in Iraq that they have in common with him. It's ordinary, daily, human stuff, too: I'm just like you.
If he'd figured out how important an idea this was six months ago--if he'd spent all that time consciously trying to avoid setting half the country's teeth on edge--things might have turned out differently, I don't know. The warmer, cuddlier Howard Dean that's been on display this weekend--at the "Every Woman Counts" event he and Mrs. Dean attended late yesterday afternoon up in Hanover, for example--is a not-entirely-unattractive political product.
But there's a problem with Dean becoming just like you so late in the campaign, after so precipitous a week-long plummet in the polls: The you in question, the people who come see him on the stump, the people with whom he's finally willing to share some personal sense of identification, aren't the people he needs to win over. As I say, those people haven't been showing up too much lately. What Dean's left with, instead, are audiences filled with pre-existing supporters who'd love him even if he weren't suddenly asking them to. And these are supporters among whom--how to put this politely?--a certain self-selected and culturally self-conscious subdemographic appears to be heavily overrepresented.
Ah, the hell with it: These people are a cartoon, the fleshly embodiment of every upper-middleclass stereotype ever invented. I'll give you a single--but, I swear, hardly atypical--for-instance from Saturday's "Wentworth by the Sea" confab. Dean was doing his now-standard rap about the "increasing concentration of the media" and how it's a "huge problem" that nowadays 90 percent of Americans purportedly get all their information from the same eleven corporations. It matters a great deal where you get your information from, the governor explained. After all, a full 80 percent of people who watch Fox, along with 50 percent of people who watch CNN, still think Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. But "if you listen to NPR, only 30 percent" of you are likely to make such a boneheaded mistake.
The moment Dean mentioned NPR, his audience--I'm not making this up--erupted into cheers and applause. "I must confess," the governor then modestly acknowledged, "I am an NPR fan, too"--I'm just like you--which brought him a second, even louder round of cheers and applause. A couple minutes later, a balding, nerdy, middle-aged man rose from his seat in the crowd and told the governor that he and his wife were also "avid NPR fans--and avid Howard Dean fans." More cheers and more applause.
I listen to NPR myself, you understand. But really, now. When Howard Dean says he's just like you to people just like this, I have to believe that, if anything, he's limiting his popular appeal, not expanding it.
But perhaps I make too much of this newer, nicer Howard Dean and the yuppier, yuckier crowds he's stuck with. The old Howard Dean remains very much in business, still barking at the neighbors and digging up their flower beds. This was the Dean who, before he left the stage at "Wentworth By the Sea," got off a dig at President Bush more wince-makingly tasteless and spectacularly vicious than any I've ever heard him use before. Bush is clueless about the need for alternative sources of energy, Dean sneered; "We simply have a president with a substance abuse problem . . . spelled O-I-L."
Then there's what happened at the little mini-press-conference Dean held half an hour later. The final question went to one of the European correspondents I was mentioning earlier, a man with a heavy German accent. "As a presidential candidate you have bold ideas and you speak courageously, I think," this fellow began. And then he asked Dean something, and I'd tell you what it was, except that the rest of us by then were snickering so loudly at our German colleague's sub-professional sycophancy that my tape recording is a garble.
Governor Dean, for his part, summoned the discipline not to snicker. But the sarcasm in his smile was unmistakable. And his answer was curtly, brutally, elegantly dismissive.
I had to admire him for that.
David Tell is opinion editor at The Weekly Standard.