Gatewood Galbraith, Tertium Quid, RIP

by Katherine Dalton on January 5, 2012 · 7 comments <span>Print this article</span> Print this article

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Gatewood Galbraith

Louisville, Ky. You who think that all of the principle and most of the color have gone out of politics never had the opportunity to vote for Gatewood Galbraith.

Mr. Galbraith (though no one called him that—he went by “Gatewood”) was a perennial candidate for governor in Kentucky, running for the first time in 1991 with the support of Willie Nelson, with whom he shared an interest in legalizing marijuana and hemp, and in whose company he traveled the state in a red Mercedes station wagon that ran on hemp oil (the “Hempmobile”). He came by his conviction as honestly as possible: though it is likely he enjoyed marijuana for the usual reason, he had found relief for his asthma smoking it, and like many central Kentuckians of his age, his grandfather grew hemp back when it was an important cash crop for the state. Mr. Galbraith said he was born in a hemp patch, and he believed it could be an important agricultural crop again.

He began his politicking with a run for agriculture commissioner in 1983, then ran for governor five times, for U.S. Congress twice, and for state attorney general once, losing every time. When he wasn’t running, he worked as a criminal attorney, noting that “losing statewide elections doesn’t pay worth a damn.” His last gubernatorial campaign was this past fall, and in that otherwise lackluster contest between an arrogant and unpopular Republican and Democrat whose two main issues were legalizing casinos and getting the EPA to lessen its regulation of coal mining, Mr. Galbraith earned 9 percent of the vote running as a Independent. Forget the 99; I’m making myself a button that proclaims, “I was Gatewood’s 9 percent.”

In that election he was the only candidate to show any opposition to mountaintop removal, a position he held alongside strong support for the Second Amendment, equally strong support for unions, and a willingness to appear at events as variable as Tax Independence Day and the Million Marijuana March. He called himself both a Goldwater Republican and an old hippie who castigated Republican leaders Mitch McConnell and Newt Gingrich as two “aliens” who “never met a bloated police state they didn’t like.” He was a tea party original long before the tea party, with strong views on privacy rights. “Did my father’s generation hit the beaches of Normandy and Iwo Jima so that I’d have to pee in a cup to hold a job in America?” he asked.

“My opponents are both honorable men,” he told a newspaper during his 2000 race for Congress, “and I believe they’re telling the truth on each other in those ads they’re running.  If they’re lying, we can’t use ‘em in Congress.  If they’re telling the truth, we sure as hell can’t use ‘em.”

Yes, he loved to talk, and he would rail against the “petrochemical pharmaceutical military industrial transnational corporate fascist elite SOBs” with a speed and energy that belied the emphysema that killed him in his sleep on January 4th. He was our best protest vote, and he existed politically to give his fellow Kentuckians a much needed opportunity for a third way.  Better a good protest vote than no vote at all.

Mr. Galbraith’s life off the stump was colorful and imperfect; he was twice divorced; spent some time years ago living in his car, when money was tight; and found himself in jail for an hour once in 1991 for not paying occupational taxes (“I’m in the same shape as Donald Trump and the United States government–I’m broke,” he said.)  But that didn’t keep him from telling his three daughters, “it’s worth every penny it costs you to work for yourself.” He was the sort of man to understand the freedom self-employment offered him, a few bumps in the road notwithstanding. Even back when he was a Democrat he was always an independent. They don’t grow them like Gatewood Galbraith anymore. Rest in peace.

photo credit:  Artivisit.com

 

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avatar Bill Kauffman January 5, 2012 at 10:41 am

Sure wish I’d known (and had the chance to vote for) him. Long Live Kentucky!

avatar Jake Lukas January 5, 2012 at 4:56 pm

I too was Gatewood’s 9 percent.

It was good to be able to vote for the commonwealth.

avatar Charlie Dalton January 6, 2012 at 4:09 pm

Kate, glad to call you family. Also glad to be one of the 9%. Gatewood sure will be missed. But now who will finally stand against MTR ie. who can I vote for?

avatar Uncle John Heyburn January 7, 2012 at 9:20 pm

Kate – Proud of my neice ( and of nephew Charlie). I am also one of the 9%; there was no other way!

avatar Eric B. January 8, 2012 at 11:45 pm

In all seriousness, I have to object to the idea that a protest vote is better than no vote at all. The trouble with a protest vote is that we take part in the electoral system and by taking part say that we choose to be represented by whoever wins. Whoever can win in our elections is the last person I would choose to represent me. Let whowever wins have authority over me, for his authority comes from God, but let’s dispense with the representative nonsense. No politician is going to speak for me, and he’s certainly not going to speak for place, limits, and liberty in any meaningful way. Wendell Berry said, ”
This is a crisis of our democratic system — to give the people a vote but not a choice is a procedure common to modern dictatorships — but it is a crisis that has been officially unnoticed for a long time.”

avatar D.W. Sabin January 10, 2012 at 9:30 pm

Only an hour in jail? Kentucky must be a liberal place. Cripes, I got several hours on him and I live in deep blue Connectinewyork.

A fine tribute…..

avatar sasinfrank January 27, 2012 at 11:49 pm

doing a piece on gatewood for a little online arts/culture mag in new york. including the link to this homage. well said! thanks.

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