Back on the brink
Sixty years ago – on Monday evening, October 22, 1962 – I watched the most riveting speech I’ve ever heard and seen. I was an 18-year-old American Field Service (AFS) international exchange student in the United States. Given that I eventually became a political science professor, it’s not too surprising I was keenly interested in learning as much as I could about US politics. Four days earlier, for example, my AFS host father had taken me to Cleveland, Ohio, to see President John F Kennedy campaigning on behalf of his Democratic Party candidates in the US mid-term elections. On October 22, I’d been invited to have dinner with the chairperson of the AFS committee in the town in which I was living. Knowing my interest in politics, Mrs Spelman told me when…