I turned on the DNC last night while I was painting. After the first night, I came away with a number of impressions on the Democratic party and on their candidate.
Nancy Pelosi
First, I have a hard time viewing Pelosi’s big speech as anything more than a token gesture toward the first ever woman Speaker of the House. She is far from what I’d call a team player, and at this point I feel she’s more of a pawn to the lobbyists and someone who might be more comfortable playing for the red team. Her speech was boring, robotic, and insincere, and that took the all the wind out of the few good things she said.
Jesse Jackson Jr.
While not as bad as Pelosi, I didn’t find myself inspired by Jackson either. If Pelosi was a token to the women, Jackson was a token to the black voters — he was a convenient tie to MLK, and to Chicago. He spoke a little more passionately (only a little), but I think he might actually mean what he says. Still, he lacked the charisma to get people excited. Look, I understand that you’re all reading from a TelePrompTer, but if you’d bothered to look over the speech one time back at the hotel, you might have had a better idea of how to deliver it.
Ted Kennedy
If charisma was lacking for most of the speakers last night, it was made up in spades by the appearance of Ted Kennedy, battling with a terminal and incurable cancer. I listened to most of the night’s events from the next room while painting the walls, but Kennedy’s passion brought out to the front of the tv to pay my full attention. When he’s gone, he’s going to leave a gaping hole in the Democratic party, with some big shoes to fill.
Michelle Obama
If nothing else, it was worth watching the DNC last night just for the chance to learn about Michelle Obama. Even as much as I pay attention to politics — particularly during election season — I have to humbly admit that I knew very little about this woman. After last night, however, I really like her a lot.
I could tell from her speech that Michelle Obama is a truly impassioned woman. In spite of getting fouled up by the TelePrompTer once or twice, I got the impression that she not only read the speech beforehand, but believed in it and practiced it. She spoke with emotion, and the words she said were truly inspiring.
I was moved. As I listened to Mrs. Obama speak, I imagined a country full of patriotism and pride, a brilliant future within my reach. I imagined that this must have been what it was like half a century ago when John Kennedy ran. If “Hope” was the message, she delivered it loud and clear.
The South Side
At no point in the evening can I remember hearing a generic reference to Chicago. Every reference was made to “The South Side of Chicago.” Now perhaps I’m a bit biased, having grown up just a few blocks outside of the south side, but I think this was a really well-used distinction.
The south side is steeped in history, tradition, and reputation. Unlike the forest of skyscrapers and suits that fill the loop, the south side is, and always has been, an underprivileged blue-collar area. It’s a place where nobody is special, not even a hotshot lawyer with a degree from Harvard. On the south side, you can’t insulate yourself from everyone else and be a pretentious snob. Even from inside of a four-million dollar home in Hyde Park, you can still hear the car alarms and the gunshots at night, and you still see the homeless people and the drug dealers around you. Every day.
The Hope I See
The prospect of Barack Obama as president is an exciting one. And it’s important to note that it is exciting regardless of policies, regardless of position, regardless of “the issues.” Barack, and his family, represent real people. If he is elected, he will pave the way for all of us to dream big.
We grow up being told we can be anything we want to be, even President, if we set our minds to it. But as we grow up, we learn what a lie that is, as we watch rich sons of rich fathers exercise their entitlement. We watch the children of wealthy, influential parents fulfill their destiny to keep each other rich at the expense of everyone else.
But Barack Obama is a real person. The son of a single parent? That describes most of the people I grew up with, but it doesn’t describe sons of Presidents or sons of Admirals. A home in Hyde Park is worlds away from an enormous ranch in Crawford, Texas. A guy with a net worth of a few hundred thousand is a stark difference from an oil baron who owns his own baseball team.
Moreover, Barack is young and hip. His wife is young and hip. They’re charismatic, attractive, and exciting. They speak to where this country is and where it can go, rather than the legacy of Presidents we’ve had who just want to keep it the way it is.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m really excited about this candidate, and about what he could mean for our country.