Early on the morning of November 8, there were two men on my mind, my father and my brand new grandson.
My father, Michael J. Dowd, was a proud son of Clare, raised in the tiny village of Fanore looking at the Burren out the front door and the Atlantic Ocean in back.
He emigrated to the United States in 1915, joined the army in exchange for his U.S. citizenship, and settled in Washington, D.C. after he fought for his adopted country in World War I.
He joined the Metropolitan police force in 1919 and quickly rose through the ranks in the detective bureau. In 1946, he was promoted to the rank of captain and assigned to the U.S. Capitol where he was in charge of the security for the U.S. Senate. Over the next twelve years, he would become arguably one of the most powerful lawmen in the country, consiglieri and friend to the 96 U.S. Senators.
He was also a lifelong Democrat. The party was the natural home for immigrants, the poor, ethnic groups, the middle class workers who built the country.
He was also a strict Catholic.
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2 comments:
I worked with Kevin at Moore Business Forms for many years. The interesting thing is that his sister is Maureen Dowd a liberal columnist at the New York Times.
I thought there was no such thing as "hyphenated americans". Oh thats only when you are from a non-European country of origin
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