Half a century ago, Lyndon Johnson had gone from "Uncle Corn Pone" — the derisive nickname given him by the Kennedys — to a record of domestic achievements rivaled in the 20th century only by Franklin Roosevelt.
And on March 12, 1968, it all came crashing down, thanks to a Minnesotan.
Sen. Eugene McCarthy scored 42 percent of the vote in the New Hampshire primary that day, a shocking result that pierced the illusion of Johnson's omnipotence. The Texas political giant left the presidential race by the end of the month.
"No one thought he would get 10 percent," said Vance Opperman, a Minneapolis attorney who was the Hennepin County DFL chairman at the time and a McCarthy activist.
McCarthy, a World War II codebreaker and St. John's graduate, was an unlikely slayer of giants. He was an intellectual, a poet, a wit.
Norman Mailer said he didn't seem like much of a political leader; "not that tall, tired man with his bright subtle eyes which could sharpen the razor's edge of a nuance, no, he seemed more like the dean of the finest English department in the land."
In a famous speech nominating Adlai Stevenson for president at the 1960 Democratic National Convention, McCarthy roused the delegates with oratory that to modern ears sounds foreign, infused as it was with his classical education and elegiac voice: "And I say to you that the time has come to raise again the cry of the ancient prophet. And what did he say? He said the prophets prophesy falsely."
McCarthy, Opperman said, was "not the guy who fixed someone's Social Security appeal."