There was no need for the senator to go into detail when making his request, namely that he himself had been behind the idea of the state's holding a special election to fill any such vacancy in the U.S. Senate. That was back when his junior colleague, John Kerry, was running for president in 2004 and a Republican (Mitt Romney) was governor of the state. So it wouldn't do for the governor to fill a vacancy. Not then.
Now, with a Democrat in the governor's chair, Ted Kennedy wanted to go back to the old system. And the Commonwealth of Massachusetts will surely and obediently follow his suggestion/order. Such is the power of a political dynasty, as anyone who can remember the Longs' Louisiana will know.
It was fitting that Ted Kennedy would spend his last days in office thinking up another partisan maneuver, and that his last political bequest would be another power play. We all write our own epitaphs.
All of this will surely be airbrushed in the coming days of deep mourning and a mighty Last Hurrah for the last of the Kennedy brothers. Many tears will flow, some sincere, and there will be celebration if not cerebration as all the rites are performed in full. For does any people know better than the irrepressible Irish how to express both melancholy joy and bemused grief, often enough at the same time?
Surely one of the episodes expurgated from the senator's political career in the glorious retelling of it will be his tarring of Robert Bork when that jurist was nominated for the U.S. Supreme Court by Ronald Reagan in 1987. Whether you think Judge Bork should have been confirmed or rejected, surely the job Ted Kennedy did on him will go down as one of the most vicious excoriations of an honorable man in the history of the U.S. Senate. ("Robert Bork's America is a land in which women would be forced into back-alley abortions, blacks would sit at segregated lunch counters..." and so hysterically on.)
Amid all the ceremonial tributes to the senior senator from Massachusetts, another name will scarcely be mentioned in connection with his life and times. Though some of us have never forgotten it. For every time Ted Kennedy's jovial figure appeared at a Democratic National Convention to rouse the faithful, or when he raised his great frame and throaty voice to speak grandly of women's rights and other fine causes, her name would come back to us. Not that it ever really left after that long, dark night off Chappaquiddick Island:
Mary Jo Kopechne.