[Congressional Record Volume 168, Number 2 (Tuesday, January 4, 2022)]
[Senate]
[Pages S7-S8]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]



                         Remembering Harry Reid

  Mr. DURBIN. Mr. President, Mark Twain said that ``the two most 
important days in your life are the day you were born and the day you 
find out why.''
  Harry Reid grew up in the tiny mining town of Searchlight, NV. This 
politician class, which I am part of, likes to try to trace their roots 
to some humble beginning, some log cabin experience that they have 
overcome to reach public office. Harry didn't have to fake it. He was 
the third of four boys born in the Great Depression to a very poor 
family. His father was a hard-rock miner who battled alcoholism and was 
tortured by depression. His father took his own life. Harry came to the 
floor so many times, I can remember, and spoke of this issue of suicide 
and what it had meant to him as a boy growing up and what it meant to 
so many people across America.
  His mother, a sweet, humble woman, helped to feed the family by doing 
laundry. The family home was a sight to behold--a tin-roofed, wooden 
cabin with no indoor plumbing, no hot water, and no telephone.
  The day Harry came into this world was December 2, 1939. The day he 
had his Mark Twain moment and learned why he was put here happened 30 
years later.
  Against all odds, Harry had escaped the poverty of his childhood. He 
had put himself through law school at George Washington University here 
in Washington, DC, and he worked as a Capitol Police officer in this 
building to pay for his law school. After graduating, he returned to 
Nevada as a young lawyer and got involved in local politics.
  Then came that Mark Twain moment. Harry attended a speech at the 
University of Nevada in Reno by a writer named Alex Haley. Haley's 
masterwork, ``Roots,'' traced the story of one American family's 
triumphant rise over several generations from the horrors of slavery to 
freedom. Something that Alex Haley said that night hit Harry Reid like 
a thunderbolt. Haley said: ``Be proud of who you are. You can't escape 
who you are.''
  Harry Reid recalled that moment in his farewell address to the Senate 
a little over 4 years ago. Harry said: ``I walked out of that event 
that night a different person, a new man. From that day forward, I 
would always be Harry Reid from Searchlight.''
  As his favorite author, Mark Twain, might say, that was the day Harry 
Reid found out why he was born. He spent the rest of his life after 
that Alex Haley experience--almost half a century--climbing the 
political ladder in America to one of its highest rungs but using that 
power to help underdogs like the little boy from Searchlight, people 
like his parents, who struggled to feed their children, and others who 
felt the crushing hand of fate.
  Harry Reid believed that the American family could come together as a 
government and make life better for one another. He believed that wise 
government decisions gave people an opportunity to overcome adversity. 
Some who grew up in poverty and hardship and escaped it are so seared 
by the pain of that life that they never want to look back. They 
develop a sort of myopia that seems to make it hard for them to even 
see the struggles of others. That was not Harry Reid.
  As a young man, he was a tough middleweight boxer. As a lawmaker, he 
used his boxer's instincts to fight for others. He mastered the arts of 
dealmaking and lawmaking to help people who work hard and struggle.
  He will go down in history as a Senate majority leader who helped 
deliver the Affordable Care Act--ObamaCare--the most important health 
and economic security advancement in America in 50 years. Thirty-one 
million Americans--1 out of every 10--have health insurance today 
because of Obama's leadership and Harry Reid making it a reality.
  His work in the Senate, I witnessed personally, day by day by day. I 
can remember so many chapters, days when I thought it was over; there 
was no way. Here we were with exactly 60 votes, and our friend, a man 
we both loved, Teddy Kennedy was dying. We didn't know if we could get 
to the finish line in time while he was still alive, but Harry was 
determined. He had a bulldog tenacity to pass that bill. When he fought 
for the Affordable Care Act, Harry remembered his own life story of how 
his brother had been writhing in agony in bed with a broken leg because 
the family couldn't afford to take him to a doctor. Harry used his 
power to prevent other families from knowing that suffering.
  After the great recession of 2009 robbed millions of Americans of 
their jobs, their homes, and their savings, Harry Reid, as majority 
leader, helped pass the landmark Dodd-Frank Wall Street reforms, to 
help prevent the abuses that led to that crash.
  Nevada is home to many immigrants. Senator Harry Reid was a 
passionate advocate of legislation to fix our broken immigration 
system. We came to the House together, elected in 1982. He left just a 
few years later to come to the Senate, and I joined him a few years 
after that, so we had a friendship that dated back many years.
  He knew my feelings about immigration, particularly about the DREAM 
Act. He wasn't sure of exactly what to do until he had two moments in 
life; one, when his wife Landra talked to him about that issue and how 
he had to do the right thing and the second was when he came to meet 
the immigrant people who were in his State of Nevada and hear their 
life stories. He promised me as my friend and as his whip to his 
majority leadership that he would bring the DREAM Act to the floor. He 
knew he had to block out the calendar to do it, and he knew the chances 
of success were limited, but he was determined to give me my day here 
on the floor of the Senate.
  He brought the DREAM Act to the floor of the Senate in December of 
2010.

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We had a majority for it. It wasn't the only time we had majority, but, 
of course, we fell short of the 60-vote requirement under the 
filibuster.
  Then Harry said: What can I do?
  I told him: Harry, we have to reach out to our friend and former 
colleague Barack Obama. We have to ask him to do everything in his 
power to use his Executive Office to do what we cannot accomplish 
because of the filibuster.
  So we wrote a letter, 22 of us Democrats, to Barack Obama, pleading 
with him to step in and help those wonderful young people who were just 
asking for a chance to be part of America's future. Harry's signature 
meant a lot as majority leader of the Senate. Barack Obama said he 
would help and created DACA, and hundreds of thousands of people have 
had their chance to be legally in America and be part of its future.
  Harry Reid served in Congress longer than any Nevadan in history. He 
served in the Senate for 30 years. He was one of only three people to 
serve 8 years or more as Senate majority leader. He earned the tribute 
of our Nation, and it will be paid to him this coming weekend and the 
following week where his body will lie in state in the Rotunda in this 
Capitol that he loved.
  Harry was my colleague, my leader, and my friend. Had he not called 
me personally and asked me to consider running for whip many years ago, 
I probably wouldn't have done it. But I knew that if he trusted me, I 
could offer my candidacy to the Senate in the hopes of being elected as 
whip. He had so many stories to tell. Hardly a day would go by where I 
wouldn't be in his office. He would tell some story about growing up, 
about his high school buddies, about his sports experience, about his 
wonderful wife Landra, about family experiences that always were 
colorful stories.
  One involved one of his brothers who got into a fight in a bar in 
Nevada. His brother was outnumbered, and he was about to take a 
beating, when the front door of the tavern flung open and Cousin Jeff, 
a big bruiser of a man, walked in and took control, saving his brother 
from a beating. I was proud to be called ``Cousin Jeff'' by Harry. When 
he called me into political battles to be by his side so many times, it 
was an honor.
  I was with him when he served as majority and minority whip. Harry 
was a man of extraordinary humility. He was the first to admit he 
wasn't much of an orator, and he would say that his good looks didn't 
win him into public office. But he had a genius for listening to 
people. He listened to the voices of our caucus, across the aisle, and 
across America. He managed often to find a way forward. He was a modest 
man. He didn't care who got the credit as long as the work was done.
  The only thing that Harry Reid loved as much as the Senate and the 
promise of America was his family. Landra is such an extraordinary 
person, Harry's wife of 62 years. They started dating in high school, 
and Harry knew that she was the ``one.'' It took some convincing for 
her family to come around to that point of view, but they did, and they 
had a strong, loving relationship. Their children, Rory, Lana, Key, 
Leif, and Josh, and their 19 grandchildren were such a great source of 
pride to Harry more than anything.
  I want to extend my sympathy to them on my behalf and behalf of my 
wife Loretta, as well as to the talented staff members who served Harry 
Reid for so many years, if any of them are still here in the Senate.
  Above my desk is a portrait of President Lincoln. And above Harry's 
desk was a painting of Mark Twain. I was confused the first time I saw 
it because I pictured Mark Twain on the Mississippi, growing up in 
Missouri. I didn't quite understand the connection. In fact, Mark Twain 
spent the largest share of his life in Connecticut, where he and his 
wife raised their family. But Harry Reid said that it was while Samuel 
Clemens was working as a young newspaper reporter in Nevada that he 
became ``Mark Twain.'' It was in Nevada where he first used that 
pseudonym.
  Harry Reid rose to one of the highest positions in our government. He 
met with Presidents, Prime Ministers, even Monarchs, and this man from 
Searchlight helped craft and pass some of the most important 
legislation of our time. But like Mark Twain, it was in Nevada that 
Harry discovered why he was born. He fought for justice and fairness, 
and he always fought for the underdog. He was searching for those young 
people like himself who grew up in a hard-rock mining town under the 
toughest of circumstances and did their best. He wanted to give them 
the same fighting chance he had in life.
  Harry fought the good fight. He finished the race. America is better 
for it. I will miss my friend.
  I yield the floor.
  I suggest the absence of a quorum.
  The ACTING PRESIDENT pro tempore. The clerk will call the roll.
  The senior assistant legislative clerk proceeded to call the roll.
  Mr. CORNYN. Mr. President, I ask unanimous consent that the order for 
the quorum call be rescinded.
  The ACTING PRERSIDENT pro tempore. Without objection, it is so 
ordered.