Ann Richards and guns

One of the points in the earlier post didn't ring true so I did some research and found the following article. I clearly remember seeing pictures of Ann Richards going dove hunting.

http://www.nyu.edu/classes/siva/archives/003539.html

I learned something new about the late Gov Richards...

Then came the anti-gun stuff. Of course, the smear machine contended, what else would this drug-addicted, feminist do, if elected, but take away Bubba's guns. So, on Labor Day 1990, capital press corps in tow, Ann Richards trekked into East Texas to a lease rented by a state senator to put everyone's mind at ease by killing some birds.

It was a charade, and everyone including Ann knew it. But she never complained. She was in the race to win, and she embraced it every day, one day at a time. Whatever came her way, she did what she had to do.

I wasn't along on that trip, but it has been recounted hundreds of times. Celia Morris gives a great recap of it in her book, "Storming the Statehouse: Running for Governor with Ann Richards and Dianne Feinstein."

The hunt was successful, meaning Ann actually fired the gun and didn't shoot anyone; she wore the appropriate clothes and refrained from doing anything too feminine like giggling. The Dallas-Ft. Worth and Houston television stations showed film of the trip, and the statewide papers wrote it up dutifully.

Later in the day, something much more important happened. Something that told many of us much more about how tough Ann Richards was than whether she could fire a gun. A woman who later became a judge in Dallas County told me about this much later in casual conversation.

The last stop Richards made that day was at a mega flea market near the tiny town of Canton. Ann and the group were drawing a crowd that kept growing as they walked though the cars and tables shaking hands with voters.

As always, young girls flocked to see her. At one point she stopped to talk to them. Ann told the girls – about a dozen of them, all grade school age - that she had been Dove hunting; and that afterward, she had cleaned a few birds. One of the girls asked, "Cleaned the birds?"

Ann said something like, "Yeah, after you kill the birds, you have to pluck out all the feathers. Then, you cut them under their rib cage and stick your hand in there and pull out all the guts, so you can cook them."

The girls let out a near simultaneous cry of "EWWWWWWWWWWWWW. EWWWWW. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW."

Then came the Richards magic, as always at the most unexpected moment. Dropping to one knee, looking them in the eye, Ann responded. "EWWWWWWWW???!?! EWWWWWW?????!?"

She paused. Then, the silver-haired, bee-hived grandmother in hunting fatigues told these girls something she wanted them to remember all their lives. Ann wasn't sure if she was going to win that race, so she wanted every moment to count.

"Well," she said slowly, lovingly, "if you can't put your hand in the EWWWWWW, you can't be governor."

And she stood up, put her arms behind two of the girls and kept walking. Right into the history books.