“So gorgeous was the spectacle on the May morning of 1910 when nine kings rode in the funeral of Edward VII of England that the crowd, waiting in hushed and black-clad awe, could not keep back gasps of admiration. …(T)hree by three the sovereigns rode through the palace gates, with plumed helmets, gold braid, crimson sashes, and jeweled orders flashing in the sun.”
The Guns of August, Barbara Tuchman’s illustrious history of the outbreak of the First World War, opened with a funeral.
Today we get the pictures in real time.
It is impossible to contemplate the assembled gathering of American presidents (and Hillary Clinton), brought together to pay respects George H.W. Bush, without the sense that these images too will indelibly imprint themselves on history.
How long does Trump have? Is it days, months, years?
During a celebration that should look back, the entire nation could only look on in…