By Raynard Jackson
Former British Prime Minister, Sir Winston Churchill once said, “To every man there comes a time in his life when he is figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered a chance to do a great and mighty work; unique to him and fitted to his talents; what a tragedy if that moment finds him unprepared or unqualified for the moment that could be his finest hour.”
This was my first thought when my phone started to ring last Friday night around 11:15 east coast time as I heard about the death of former president, George Herbert Walker Bush, affectionately called by me “Ole man Bush.”
How do you explain the intersection of my life with the likes of someone like President Bush? Me, from the hood of St. Louis, him from a wealthy Connecticut family. Me, a member of the baby boom generation, him, of the World War II generation. Me, a graduate of Oral Roberts University, him, a Yale University graduate.
As if this connection wasn’t improbable enough, what are the odds of us being connected by Churchill’s words?
Bush was tapped on the shoulder when he, against his father’s wishes, joined the military right out of high school, making him the youngest navy aviator in our country’s history. His plane was shot down during World War II and he was later rescued by a navy submarine.
He was tapped on the shoulder again upon his completion of his studies at Yale University and chose to give up the creature comforts of his wealthy upbringing and strike out on his own in the oil business in Odessa, Texas.
Bush was tapped on the shoulder many more times, like when he created a Yale chapter of the United Negro College Fund (UNCF) in 1948, gave royalties from his book to the UNCF, and had his brother Jonathan serve as chairman of the board of directors for the UNCF in the early nineties. He was the U.S Envoy to China, headed the CIA, and served as Chairman of the Republican National Committee, vice president, and president.
Now, juxtapose that with my tap on the shoulder in September of 1987. I received a phone call from some guy named Bucky Bush and he stated that “they” had been monitoring my career and political activities.
Needless to say, I was both scared as hell and pissed at the same time. Who the hell is Bucky and why in the hell is he telling me “they” had been following my activities.
Bucky, whose real name is William H.T. Bush, was the brother to the then sitting vice president, George H.W. Bush. They have a lot of family in St. Louis who I remain very close to.
Now get this, Bucky went on to say to me in that September of 1987, “we” know you are studying for the C.P.A. exam, which I was, so please give me a call after your exam in the first week of November and I want to take you to lunch.
We went to lunch in November of 1987 and he told me “they” wanted me to chair his brother’s campaign for president in St. Louis, which I accepted, and as they say, the rest is history.
President Bush is the reason I am in D.C to this day.
I learned the art of politics from the Bush family, former secretary of state James Baker, and former secretary of Commerce, Robert Mosbacher.
I learned my art by sitting at the feet of the masters, but even more importantly I learned the value of personal relationships. I have had a relationship with these great people for more than half my life. Now, Baker is the only one left of that generation.
Without president George Herbert Walker Bush, there would be no Colin Powell, Condoleezza Rice, or Judy Smith of Scandal fame.
The mega hit TV show Scandal on ABC was partly based on Smith’s time in Bush’s white house where she served as Special Assistant and Deputy Press Secretary to Bush.
I was once told that one measure of a man is the caliber of people that choose to associate with him. By this standard, Bush was truly a great man.
Bush once told me, “Never try to explain your vision to anyone but rather invite them to stand beside you and see for themselves.”
President Bush invited me to stand beside him. I saw his vision and had the thrill of playing a miniscule role in making his vision within the Black community come true.
As David said to God in Psalm 8:4, “What is man, that thou art mindful of him? And the son of man, that thou visitest him?”
Who am I, a boy from the hood of St. Louis, that a then sitting vice president would pluck me out of obscurity and invite me to stand beside him? That is the part of the Bush legacy that I will always cherish.
Raynard Jackson is founder and chairman of Black Americans for a Better Future (BAFBF), a federally registered 527 Super PAC established to get more Blacks involved in the Republican Party. BAFBF focuses on the Black entrepreneur. For more information about BAFBF, visit www.bafbf.org. You can follow Raynard on Twitter @Raynard1223.
