Shirley Chisholm Dares to Run for President
Clip Job: an excerpt every day from the Voice archives. December 2, 1971, Vol. XVI, No. 48
'They will remember a 100-pound woman' By Mary Breasted
The tiny glittering black woman stood utterly at attention. She wore a suit of stiff brocade that fitted her shoulders so snugly it gave her a faintly military air. There was, in fact, something about her that suggested the Salvation Army. Perhaps it was only her stiff shoulders, or perhaps also her frequent references to the Lord. Then, too, she had a way of drawing herself up even straighter and stiffer in her moments of intensity, looking then totally charged with inspiration, a small quivering ramrod of righteousness.
"I'm here to tell you tonight, yes, I dare to say I'm going to run for the Presidency of the United States of America!" she uttered at the climactic center of her speech.
When she said the word "dare," she fairly squinted with indignation, and, propelled along now by her own anger, she told her audience she was out to prove to the public "that other kinds of people can steer the ship of state besides the white men..."
"Regardless of the outcome," she continued, more slowly now for emphasis, "they will have to remember that a little 100-pound woman, Shirley Chisholm, shook things up!"
The small and hyper-tense black Congresswoman from Brooklyn was speaking to some 1300 of her supporters in a ballroom of the Americana Hotel three weeks ago. The occasion was the first fund-raising dinner for her Presidential campaign, and she had drawn to it just about everyone of importance in Brooklyn and Manhattan politics, including John Lindsay. A night of glory for her, the dinner raised some $60,000 and demonstrated her considerable drawing power in this city.
But before another week was out, her still unofficial candidacy would appear to be shaking up Shirley Chisholm every bit as much as it was shaking up the male politicians she so longed to unnerve. For she went at the end of the week to a conference of black elected officials at Washington's Sheraton-Park Hotel, where she was made to feel only barely welcome. The few female politicians in attendance did react warmly to her, but the black male congressmen, who appeared to be calling all the shots, were almost openly contemptuous of her.
Thursday evening (November 18) a cocktail party for the visiting black politicians was held in a large room in the Rayburn building on Capitol Hill. It was a gathering of black celebrities, who, like their white counterparts at such affairs, basked in the smiles of pretty girls, looked around to see who else of importance was present, and generally gave off that ineffable air of people who have made it and know it. Success seems to break down all philosophical barriers at Washington cocktail parties, and on this evening, at least, success had gathered in the same room black men as disparately oriented as the Nixon and Kennedy officials who showed up at the first Kennedy Center party...
Shirley Chisholm is a mixed bag. She can be calculating and manipulative; she can sacrifice principle to expedience; she can be courageous and moving; she can be hysterical one moment, shapely dazzling rational the next.
She has announced that she will enter the Florida, North Carolina, and California primaries, the least of which makes no sense for a black who wants to contribute delegates to a black caucus at the convention. Whoever wins the California primary takes all the delegates to the convention; thus California blacks would do better to ride on the slate of a strong black candidate.
At this point, Mrs. Chisholm's candidacy is obviously troublesome to her black colleagues in Congress. And though reporters find her good copy, they can't understand why she's running. It may be sheer ego; it may be her tenacious feminism that has motivated her. But this is the reason I overheard her telling a cluster of black women at the conference: "After this is over, I've done my thing for America...This is my legacy for the folks. Somebody has to have the guts to show the others we can do it."
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