“We will not accept a Tammany tiger, we will not accept a wet, we will not accept a catholic!”
Anger in the McAdoo camp was boiling. Their man, nephew of recently deceased President Wilson and the convention front runner was supposed to be a shoo-in. And for anyone, especially a working class Manhattan Catholic to get in the way of McAdoo’s coronation was not only an offense to the recently deceased president himself but also to the very foundations of Jacksonian democracy. The party, while welcoming of urbanites and Catholics under sympathy for the common man and religious minorities, was at heart a rural, Protestant party lionized by the Scotch-Irish Jackson, the southern Polk and the Evangelical Bryan, champion of the Nebraskan plains.
These feelings were reciprocated from the New York delegates. “Who do these guests from Kentucky and Oregon think they are?!” they asked themselves. As of the 20’s, majority of the nation lived outside the farm. The future was in five points, not around West Point. Al Smith, son of working class parents of diverse catholic ancestors (and jokingly graduate of the fisherman’s wharf) championed in his mind 20th century Jacksonianism. McAdoo was the past: Smith the future.
In honor of his mentor and southern heritage, Hitler was a McAdoo delegate. However, the anti-Catholic cries were hard for him to bear (though growing up in rural Texas he was as much a veteran of such treatment as he was of shells in the Somme). One of the berators of the Holy See was Theodore Bilbo, the former governor of Mississippi and a McAdoo delegate from the hospitality state (a bit ironic). When he was done with his klan shouts, the Lone Star delegate cordially greeted him (Bilbo likewise), and an important conversation enfolded:
“You know, when you berate Catholics to such a level, you are dividing the white race. Regardless of denomination, the white race must be united for the glory of America.”
“I agree, but I’ve been out of office for a couple of years and the only way back home to rally the crowds this days outside the racial consensus is the champion the Protestant religion.”
“Politics certainly is a tricky game. I could not have gotten this far without all the help of my mentors.”
“You’re quite humble, especially for you’re profile Dr., especially someone with such grandeur in Congress and who is so right on the race issue. As a fellow southerner I thank you from the bottom of my heart for stomping that disgraceful Dyer bill. You won the hearts of the southern people that day.”
“Oh it was just the lord’s strength that saved me there (Hitler was also thinking of mother Mary but he deicided not to share that aspect). I could not allow common decency and the dignity of the southern people to be shattered."
"An honor being in your presence."
Hitler gave an affirmative nod.
"You know, Governor Bilbo, you have an excellent command of oratory. If you set your heart on a goal, you will be able to convince your peers and the people with your message."
"Thank you very much Senator. But I cannot compete with you in in terms of speaking ability."
Hitler smiled, both for social purposes and for he enjoyed the compliment. He also knew how true it was. There were good speakers, charismatic orators, and then there was the Lone Star Senator from Hancock.
A small, thin man popped out of nowhere. "Senator Hitler, representative Bryan wishes to meet with you."
Hitler gave a slight nod, following it with a handshake with the Magnolia state delegate.
"A pleasure meeting you, Senator."
"Likewise, Governor."
"Hitler's ability to connect, whether in front of crowds or in person aided him greatly, whether it be courting constituencies or allies." -
The Great Men of American History, by Eric Foner, American Historian and author.
(Theodore Bilbo was one of America's most foremost white supremacists. Hitler's courting of such an ideologue would help the pragmatic Texan greatly throughout his political career, especially in regards to Dixie. The two men developed a strong friendship.)