“The price of democracy is eternal vigilance” Thomas Jefferson
There is a post directed at
“those whose single purpose is to suck every last bit of optimism from every Obama fan.” Though neither a Hillary nor an Obama supporter, I am troubled by the wording of this piece. “Optimism” is the belief that good ultimately triumphs over evil in the world. Nice view if you can keep it. However, good things do not happen by themselves. If all the people working to see that the
good things --like universal health care and peace and clean air and safe work conditions and an end to poverty---if all these individuals decide that they are going to take their toys and go home, them there is very little to be optimistic about.
In other words, politically active voters and campaign workers and elected political leaders are the forces that generate optimism in our land. When they abandon their duty to be “eternally vigilant”, that is when we should get pessimistic.
And that word “fan”---
when did politicians develop a “fan base”? Political candidates used to have campaign workers or supporters. They used to appeal to a voting base of people who needed the things that candidate had to offer—people who listened to the candidate’s stand on the issues and made a reasoned judgment. “Fans” were something that movie stars and sports figures accumulated. Ronald Reagan was our first Movie Star President, a man totally unfit for the job to which he was elected, but no one cared, because he could deliver a speech like a B grade Hollywood actor and fill out a suit. He had the kind of style that could win him fans.
The problem with fans is that they are fickle. Tell a fan that their celebrity is no longer “hip” or “cool”, and they will look for something else to increase their own sense of self worth. Tell them that their idol is yesterday, and they will try to spot tomorrow’s trend. Tell them that their hero diddled an underage girl, and they will send him hate e-mail and go look for another heart throb.
Imagine being “accused of being brainwashed, braindead, or in a fucking cult.”
Welcome to the Democratic Party. Many of us here have heard this every election cycle for as long as we have Democrats---from our employers and our friends at Church and our neighbors.
They have called us Commies and Fellow travelers and N-word lovers and Queer and Tree Huggers and a whole bunch of worse names. Even within the party, we have endured name calling. Too establishment. Too militant. Anyone who gets involved in politics had better grow some thick skin, because you do not enter this realm in order to make friends and influence people. You are not automatically going to be crowned
World’s most perfect person for choosing a political candidate. There is a reason your grandmother told you not to talk about politics or religion at the dinner table.
I resent the paternalism implied in the statement that “young people new to the political process” need to be protected. I cut my political teeth at age 5. Growing up in Alabama, I saw the police use their fire hoses. I knew just how important the struggle for racial equality was.
None of the people engaged in the civil rights struggle would have ever dreamed of saying “Ooooo, someone called me a name. I think I will go back home and drop out of politics, so I don’t have to be embarrassed like this.”By age 9, I knew exactly what was going on among the various Democratic presidential aspirants in 1968. I idealized none of them and knew that none of them were villains, even as they handed the country to Nixon and four more years of war. When 1972 and McGovern came around, I was full of optimism, and when the election was over I mourned, but I sure as hell did not give up. Like a lot of other people, I channeled that energy into reform---Watergate and what came after.
“You've taken young Dems who just voted in their FIRST primary and turned them into people as bitter as you are.”
What do I say to this? Are there people out there who are not already bitter at the War of Choice in Iraq? Do the death of tens to hundreds of thousands of innocent men, women and children whom we have killed, some in cold blood, so that the NeoCons and Exxon can steal oil that they believe rightfully belongs to David Rockefeller really pale in comparison to a personal slight to some people at DU? Are there people who are not so afraid of the wiretaps on their phones, emails and computers that they have time to feel agonzed if someone criticizes the political candidate of their choice? Are their people to whom the thought of Americans engaged in torture is nothing much to get concerned about but another DU poster calling their candidate “messianic”---that is major trauma?
Are there people who can accept the thought of homeless veterans and children going to bed hungry in the United States of America, but they can not accept someone disagreeing with Obama’s (or Hillary’s) perfection?As for Mr. Bunnies, I am sorry if he thinks that half the party loathes him. How do you think that the Italian anarchists, Sacco and Vanzetti felt when the entire nation railroaded them for a crime they did not commit and executed them for their political beliefs? How do you think that Wobblies organizer Joe Hill felt before they killed him? A little intra-party squabbling is nothing compared to the very real persecution that agents of change have had to face in this country.
Politics is not for the faint of heart and it is not a parlor game.
You will be called a lot worse things than “cult member” or “Hillbots” before your political career is over. Look at what they did to Edwards for the crime of wanting to give poor people an even break. And every single day that you work towards your goals, you will encounter the opposition---the economic forces which seek to put all the marbles in the hands of a few players—playing his ultimate card.
It is called
Divide and Conquer The strategy is to make each of us hate our brother and sisters more than we hate the true enemy. If it works, we put down our voter registration clipboards or our campaign literature or our picket signs, and we all go home.
“If we do not hang together, we shall surely hang separately.” Thomas Paine
Solidarity!:dem: