By now we all know about the bizarre triangle of Cambridge Police Sargent Jim Crowley, Harvard Professor Henry Louis Gates and President Barack Obama. No rehash will be given because if you’re the type of person who lives under a rock and has no idea what I’m talking about, it is extremely unlike you’d be reading my blog.
Having moved past the reaction, reaction, re-reaction, judgment and all the rest of the sound and fury surrounding the event, we’ve moved onto the reconciliation phase. This Thursday, the three will meet, drink a brew of their choice and attempt to put the whole thing behind them so that the nation may get on with their lives.
This is a great idea and one that I’d like to see happen more often. Maybe we could solve the Middle East crisis if Israelis and the Palestinians could just get together over a couple of cold ones. But I take issue with the President here.
It will be Bud Light for Obama, Blue Moon for Crowley and Red Stripe for Gates, the White House says.
With all due respect, Mr. President; Bud Lite? You have an historic oppurtunity to put beer in the spotlight, and you chose a watered-down, mass-produced lite lager that was originally marketed towards women? No no no no no.
Now, I understand that you don’t want to dictate what kind beer your guests will have. Not offering them a choice won’t play well with those talk radio types who think you’re a socialist. Maybe offering them a choice of various craft brews. You’re a Chicago guy, you could have gone with a Goose Island 312 Urban Wheat. Or maybe invoke the Founding Fathers and have yourself a Sam Adams. Heck, get all left coast on us and pick up a sixer of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Or Dogfish Head, or Bell’s or…anything other than Bud Lite. It’s not even owned by Americans anymore. This could have been the change we all needed to believe in. A change away from crappy, mass produced lite lagers. A change where you brought good beer to the masses.
But I understand, Mr. President. I doubt you had much of a choice in the matter. There’s no doubt in my mind that as soon as you announced that you were having Professor Gates and Officer Crowley over for a beer, your various media consultants and image specialists and spin doctors went into overdrive trying to find what beer would make you appeal to the everyman. I understand where they are coming from. Let’s face it, there’s a lot of people out there who think of you as one of those pointy headed know-it-alls, what with your fancy book learnin’ and all. Drinking something like Founder’s Breakfast Stout might not play well with Joe Six-Pack.
Rather than being a historical moment for American beer, the President picks a beer much like all the politicians in Washington. Watered down and made to appeal to the largest number of people possible without giving them anything.
