The young Franklin Delano Roosevelt wanted to be president as much as the young William Shatner wanted to be an actor. Growing up in an aristocratic New England household and sharing the surname of the much beloved former president
Teddy Roosevelt, he sought to emulate the iconic path chosen by his famous distant cousin: New York legislature, Assistant Secretary of the Navy, Governor of New York, vice-President and then President.
A young and able-bodied Franklin Roosevelt, before illness struck. But part way through this journey, while vacationing at
Campobello Island in Canada, just off the coast of Maine, FDR got sick after a physically exerting vacation day of swimming and hiking (and even putting out a fire) with his children. He went upstairs to bed, his body seized up, and FDR never walked again. Seemingly, his whole career and life in any meaningful sense was over.
But that's not what happened. Privilege and the Roosevelt name counted for much (at this time, "cripples" or "invalids" were often viewed as less than human and sent to sanatoriums), but tenacity and savvy would play a far greater role. At first, FDR dedicated a number of years to the futile hope of walking again. He spent much time at a spa called
Warm Springs in Georgia, and eventually even turned the place into a fully-fledged resort for treating polio victims (polio was at the time more commonly known as the far more derogatory-sounding "infantile paralysis").
FDR helps other "polios" at Warm Springs. It is through this struggle and burgeoning compassion for others, even wife
Eleanor later conceded, that led FDR to gain the real mettle and character required to be president.
In the ensuing years, an entirely untrue myth was born, carefully nurtured by FDR, his wife and his political assistant
Louis Howe: FDR had been terribly afflicted by polio, but he was "recovering", "improving"; the effects of the disease were being reversed - he was getting better and would certainly walk again.
FDR in 1924 "getting better". In 1924, FDR appeared at his first major comeback event, the Democratic presidential convention to make a speech nominating candidate Al Smith. In
Splendid Deception, author Gallagher notes:
From the very first, Roosevelt was determined not to be seen in a wheelchair unless absolutely necessary, and not be lifted up stairs in full view of the public [...] He and [son] James arrived early each day in order to get to their seats before the arrival of the other delegates [...] At the door, Roosevelt's braces would be locked, and he would be pulled up to a standing position. With James on one arm and a crutch on another, he would slowly make his way down the aisle. It was risky. One slip, trip and subsequent fall and FDR's comeback would come to a crushing and humiliating end. But he pulled it off...
Four years later, he visited the Democratic convention again (Smith didn't win the nomination in '24; he did in '28 but lost the general election), but by this time he had mastered - after considerable training - the illusion of appearing to walk without the need for crutches.
The illusion of a careless stroll was in fact a well-rehearsed and extraordinarily demanding affair. He would hold onto the the arm of his son with one hand and hold a simple cane in the other. Once again, heavy metal braces were locked in place on his legs. The son would be advised to smile and look relaxed at all times, and FDR presented the same facade of relaxed abandon. As far as the assembled crowds were concerned, FDR was back!
FDR in 1928. He would soon become governor of New York and, four years later, President of the United States. Splendid Deception again:
In this posture he could "walk" although in a curious toddling manner, hitching up first one leg with the aid of muscles along the side of his trunk, then placing his weight upon that leg, then using the muscles along his other side, and hitching the other leg forward - first one side and then the other, and so on and so on. He was able to do this because his arms served him in precisely the same way as crutches. His right arm transmitted the weight of his body through the index finger along the full length of the cane to the floor. His left arm, leaning on his son's arm, similarly took the weight off his body. In the crowded commotion of events such as the Democratic convention, and with FDR partially surrounded by an entourage, all but the closest-standing people would have any idea that something was not quite as it appeared to be.
Note the onlookers to the right. So close, yet do even they know what is going on to the left? Here are two clips from the PBS documentary showing this extraordinary feat - the second section showing the walk at FDR's famous inauguration in early 1933, the single greatest test of the illusion that he would ever face:
In 1932, as the Great Depression swept across America, a crippled man was elected to repair a crippled nation. A man whose regimen of endless experimentation (mostly involving swimming exercises at Warm Springs) to at first beat and then at least overcome the effects of a debilitating tragedy then took the
very same approach of action, action and more action in his efforts to fight the Depression. This analogy could not be more striking.
FDR "stands" as he takes the presidential oath before promising "action, and action now". He also famously notes that "...The only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance." Note the use of the word "paralyzing". As president, FDR benefited in the illusion of mobility with help from the Secret Service (much as Bill Shatner would benefit from being a professional actor surrounded by hair and makeup people).
Splendid Deception again:
FDR speaking at a podium carefully and firmly bolted to the ground.
When Roosevelt left the White House, his excursions were very carefully planned by the Secret Service. The White House imposed certain rules, which were always obeyed. For example, the president was never lifted in public. If it was necessary to lift him out of the car, this was done in the privacy of a garage or behind a temporary plywood screen constructed for the purpose. He was never seen in public seated in a wheelchair. Either he appeared standing, leaning on the arm of an aide, or he was seated in an ordinary chair [or in a car]. He required that the chair be solid enough to support his full weight as he pushed himself up to a standing position. Speakers' podiums had to be solid and bolted to the floor. Once, in the 1932 campaign, this was not done, and the podium and the candidate crashed to the floor. Although reporters were present, the incident was not mentioned in the press nor were pictures taken of his fall, although it was seen by photographers. "No movies of me getting out of the machine, boys," are FDR's once-spoken gentle-sounding words to reporters in 1928. From then on, remarkably, the press observed this "unspoken code followed by the White House photography corps," as Gallagher writes, adding:
If, as happened once or twice, one of its members tried to sneak a picture of the President in his [wheel]chair, one or another of the older photographers would "accidentally" knock the camera to the ground or otherwise block the picture. Should the President himself notice someone in the crowd violating the interdiction, he would point the offender out and the Secret Service would move in, seize the camera, and expose the film.And, as Gallagher also writes, if FDR did fall in public, the Secret Service were trained to instantly encircle him. To all but the closest onlookers, it would merely appear that the President had been momentarily surrounded by a crowd of over-enthusiastic well-wishers before emerging upright as before.
A rare photograph of FDR with his leg braces easily visible around his shoes. None of this would be remotely possible by any stretch of the imagination today. But the nature of the times is partially what made it so. FDR had assumed the presidency with America not only on the brink economically, but with many (witnessing events in Europe) wondering if even democracy itself was a failed idea. Were they really going to call the guy tasked with the unenviable job of reversing this nightmare an invalid? For a great majority of poor Americans, FDR was a heroic and deeply beloved figure. Many - as crazy as it seems - would just choose not to see that awkward stumble or hobble as he visited their town. And even if they did, it simply wasn't considered good manners to discuss it with anyone else. So just how many people knew that their president was in fact unable to walk? Here is a segment from the aforementioned PBS documentary, which looks at this very question: