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I don’t wanna talk about it

Racism.  I don’t want to talk about it.

I started this blog primarily to have a place to voice thoughts and feelings about what was sure to be an historic election.  From the comfort of our living room, John and I heard Obama’s speech at the 2004 convention.  We were almost certainly multi-tasking at the time, but we quickly engaged.  As the speech ended, we looked at each other and knew:  he’s going to be President, and we’re going to help.  We had been waiting for this man and this message for a very long time.

Of course there is joy in that he’s African-American.  But that isn’t why we would vote for him.  It’s about the national conversation—talking, listening, finding common ground.  About change that will stick.  About civil discourse, not games.  (In spite of the media talk, this is an election, not a sports contest.)

I’m not so naive that I believe that racism in this country has been eradicated, like a disease.  But to have to face the fact that it is still so strong in some areas that people will vote against their own interest rather than vote for a person of color makes me queasy.  To acknowledge that it may be so prevalent that “racists” need to be part of the political calculus makes me angry.  And sad.

I don’t want to talk about it.  So I’ve just gone silent.  But an encouraging comment from Rosalie this morning brought me to express my thoughts—however inelegantly—and move on.

The Democratic Party survived the defection of the Dixiecrats over civil rights.  The party survived again when the me-first Reagan Democrats took a hike.  And the party will survive—in fact, probably thrive—when the racists leave.  So in my freshest, most ringing prose, I say to Democratic racists, “Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

The very idea of an election strategy, a party coalition, built around appealing to racists is disgusting.  Sure some will leave.  Fug’em.

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What we talk about

Sometimes you just need a break.  Last week was one of those times.

I wouldn’t begin to defend the tone or phrasing of Jeremiah Wright’s recent remarks.  But just how long can supposed professionals continue to talk about an “issue” without ever talking about the issue?  How much can you say about style, completely avoiding any substance?

Apparently pretty long.  Four days, five days, six days?  Months?  Years?

The sad part is that underneath Wright’s bombast and divisive language are real issues that we need to discuss.  Not shout about or poll about.  But discuss, as in you speak.  I listen.  I think about what you said.  I respond.  You listen.  We consider one another’s points and perspectives.  We posit ways to improve.  You speak.  I listen.  It continues.

Didn’t happen.  It scares me, and it makes me sad.

Then again, maybe it’s better to laugh than to cry.

Reverend Wright and the MSM

They wouldn’t know a hermeneutic if it jumped up and bit them in the patootie.

I am of the considered opinion that there may not be 10* people in mainstream media who are intelligent, educated, principled, and courageous enough to cover the Jeremiah Wright story.  This morning’s quick response commentary on MSNBC to Wright’s wow performance at the National Press Club included a ditzy lady saying she went to a black church (note past tense) and the preacher didn’t talk like that.

Arghhh.

Hey, this democracy thing is predicated on the foundation of an educated, informed electorate.  How’s that working out?

 

* Hmmm.  That would be Keith Olbermann, Jim Lehrer, Ray Suarez, and . . . and . . . help me out here.  Okay, make that “less than 10.”

Hillary, honey

Hillary, honey, the magic number in Pennsylvania was still is 20.  Actually it was more like 30, but there was a good-spirited willingness to give you a bit of a pass.  Now your magic number in every other primary is 40.  That is, you need to beat Obama 70%-30%.  In.  Every.  Single.  One.  It ain’t gonna happen.

Your surrogate-in-chief said that you needed to “win big” in both Ohio and Texas to stay in the race.  You won big in Ohio and decided to soldier on.  That’s okay.  I wasn’t one of those who were calling on you to suspend your campaign.  You had a big lead, 25-30 points, in Pennsylvania.  As you told the PA voters, you are almost a hometown girl.  You’re a senator in a neighboring state.  It’s an old, uneducated population—your kind of voters.  Bill was already there doing your advance work.  It wasn’t realistic to ask you to quit then.

Then the Obama campaign rolled into Pennsylvania and your lead got smaller and smaller as it has in every state.  No matter how you talk it or spin it or whirl it.  Sure, you won the primary Tuesday night—not by 25 points or 20 points or even double digits, by about 9%.  But you lost the nomination that night.

This is really tough on the mainstream media who so want your campaign to continue.  When you acknowledge that Senator Obama has won, what on earth will they talk about?  Issues?  Gawd, no!  Plus they love the bloody stuff.

It’s even tougher on the Repubs who desperately need you to be the Democratic nominee.  It’s the only chance they have to energize their constituents for Grumpy McCain, a candidate they don’t like very much:  run against a candidate they hate.  Repubs declared you the Democratic nominee almost four years ago  and with Gingrich-like persistancy made you the front-runner even before you declared.  They dream of running against you.

And it has to be the very toughest on you personally.  Your candidacy may have started as a Republican joke (or a vast right-wing conspiracy?); but when the primary season got under way, you had a double-digit national lead.  You had name recognition, a spouse who was still loved by many Democrats, a national infrastructure and fund-raising machine, money coming in, “experience” as First Lady.  Sure you had unheard of negatives for a presidential candidate.  But there was no electable Republican candidate on the horizon, and Little Bush was in a death spiral.  To paraphrase Kinky Friedman, “How hard can this be?”

Then this upstart junior senator, wet behind the ears, comes along and steals the game.  It was supposed to be your turn.  How could you know that a once-in-a-generation leader would show up uninvited to your party?  You have every right to be sad.  To be angry.  Maybe—dare I say it—even bitter? 

But it’s over.  You have no end game for winning the nomination that won’t destroy the Democratic Party.  You can’t catch up in the popular vote.  (No, sweetheart, you can’t count Florida and Michigan.)  You can’t catch up in pledged delegates.  You can’t catch up in states won.  You just can’t catch up.  Period.  You have no legitimate electablity argument.  You’re behind by 20% in national Democratic polls.  You aren’t trusted by a majority of Democrats.  You’ve had a nice fundraising bump these past few days, but even then you haven’t raised enough to pay the bills.  Your campaign is still broke.

So what’s it to be?  Leave with dignity, on an up note, and be part of forging a new Democratic party with the heritage and values of the old party and the fresh sounds of new voices and new ideas?

Or will you insist on slashing and burning and Roving—destroying a great moment for your party—until the party elders gather together and drag you to the sidelines kicking and screaming?  What a waste that would be.

Is it April 1?

Please tell me that it is April Fools’ Day and that the sleazoid stuff billed as a Democratic candidates debate was all in fun.  A big (BIG) joke.

Else I will have to believe that good ol’ Charlie Gibson and Mr. Ethics-anopoulos think questions about flag pins and remote associations are what voters need to know in order to make an informed decision about the candidates.

Speaking of elitists . . . gack.

I’m turning on Nightline and hoping for an apology.

Arghh

According to two local TV stations, KSAT and WOAI, an elderly lady was hit by a pick up truck while crossing a busy street last night.  The driver sped away, then ditched the truck at a nearby service station before running away.  The elderly lady died later at the hospital during surgery.

My sympathy and prayers go to those who knew and loved her.

She was 68.

Elderly?  Elderly!  Puh-LEEZ.  And what-EV-er.

When states behave badly

Andrea Mitchell on MSNBC this morning said the Democrats were in a quandry over “how to resolve the mess . . . ” of the Florida and Michigan primaries.

What mess?

The DNC sets the party rules.  The candidates agreed to the rules.  Florida and Michigan knew the rules.  Florida and Michigan broke the rules.  There are consequenses.  Sorry, Charilie.

(That would be Charlie Crist, Republican guv of Florida who has been mentioned as a possible McCain VP pick.  When pressed in a CNN interview, he admitted that when he allowed the primaries to be scheduled early in spite of the parties’ rules he expected the parties to cave.  Still does.  What a stand-up kinda guy.  Yack.)

So where does that leave us?  The Michigan and Florida delegates will be floor credentialed without a vote in the first round (or two or three) of voting.  It’s a time-out for our misbehaving children.  Done.  No muss, no fuss.  No mess.

And no need for Clinton supporters to threaten the party establishment as the Daily KOS and others reported last week.  Puh-leez.  The media does just fine inventing drama for the Democrats—we’re the only game in town right now.  Let’s not help them along by acting like bullies.