I suspect many of Andrew
Breitbart's friends thinking today about how they’ll remember Andrew
will picture him charging through the lobby of a hotel followed by
opponents hoping to trip him up, supporters cheering on the
confrontation, or journalists taking it all in. Some will recall seeing
him give a speech to hundreds of conservative activists as he did in
Michigan last Saturday. Many will remember having drinks or dinner or
coffee with Andrew and a large group of people crowded around a tiny bar
table or spilling out awkwardly into the aisles of a restaurant.
Andrew Breitbart
This is who he was and what he did. His influence on journalism is indisputable. He was the silent partner in the Drudge Report for a decade. He helped start the Huffington Post. He created Big Government and the associated “Big” websites. He advised the founders of the Daily Caller. He was a pioneer of the kind of “combat journalism” practiced by the new Washington Free Beacon.
Andrew didn’t always get it right. None of us does.
We had differences about a number of things, including the wisdom and
utility of engaging political opponents willing to just make stuff up.
Andrew thrived on confrontations and sought them out. He believed that someone
had to fight the distortions and misrepresentations of the left, and
that it was important to do it without the conventional politeness of
those who use words like “distortions” and “misrepresentations” instead
of “lies.” He went after his opponents aggressively and made enemies.
But he made just as many friends, including many who disagreed with him
vehemently.
He brought together people who would have never met
were it not for his insistence that they would get along or learn from
each other. He was almost always right. And following the confirmation
of his death this morning—after many minutes believing, hoping and
praying that it was a big hoax—I thought of the many people I had met
because of him.
John Wordin called early. He runs Ride 2 Recovery, a
charity that helps soldiers recover from battle wounds, physical and
mental. Andrew introduced us by email because of our common interest in
those who fight our wars. Three weeks later I was on a 500-mile bike
ride across Texas with several dozen soldiers and marines and, for one
hilarious day at the end, Andrew himself.
Andrew wasn’t exactly a natural cyclist. To the
extent that he exercised at all, it was usually some kind of exercise
that didn’t require a ton of exertion. He knew—we all knew—that he was
unlikely to finish the ride of some 70 miles, but he didn’t much care.
That night, we had one of those only-in-Breitbart-world dinners,
spilling out of a booth at a Dallas steakhouse. Actress Kristy Swanson
was there. So was Chad Fleming, a decorated special ops soldier. Andrew
had brought Jon David, a former Stanford tennis player and songwriter
who worked at the time under a pseudonym because of his conservative
politics. There was a lawyer from Dallas and a friend. As usual, Andrew
did most of the talking, flitting from subject to subject like a fruit
fly jumps from banana to banana. There were snatches of conversation
about reality television, nighttime raids in Iraq, the left-leaning bias
of the mainstream media, our families.
The last subject was inescapable. Andrew had
brought to Texas, and to dinner, Samson, the oldest of his four
children, who was perhaps 10 years old. So we talked to Samson a bit
about surfing and school and girls. He answered politely but I got the
sense the adults were more interested in talking about those subjects
than he was. He was content to sit and listen. He was just excited to be
along with his dad.
Andrew and I talked about Samson, his siblings, and
their mother at some length when I saw him at a Tea Party conference in
Troy, Michigan, on Saturday afternoon. He’d just finished giving a
highly entertaining and, as always, provocative speech to an
appreciative crowd. (The ovations for Andrew were far louder than the
ones for either of the two presidential candidates who would speak to
the crowd that day.) We talked about his recent confrontation with an
Occupy Wall Street crowd at CPAC and that fact that he decided to shave
his beard because he thought he looked more slovenly with it than the
protestors he was mocking.
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