or ‘how i learned to hate the american people’
you can probably hear my heart breaking from Pittsburgh.
here’s the thing: i don’t want to be the one to ruin this for readers, but last night I learned that Obama might just be a political candidate running for office. he’s not bono. or even jesus christ! and his followers can turn out to be just as uninspiring.
i went to an organizational meeting for barack obama’s 18th OH congressional district campaign last night in my hometown of Mount Vernon.
i almost turned around and went home when i pulled up to the Dem headquarters. i think this is because i go to meetings for a living, and i couldn’t imagine myself as a participant. it seemed unnatural. i’m not the type to give up a warm, snuggly evening of American Idol to attend a political function. but i thought it would be a good chance to meet like-minded folks in my new neighborhood, and my husband (a McCain supporter) seemed oddly proud of me, so i went for it.
there were many motivational aspects, including the fact that the room comprised (and i think this is from one of his speeches) black and white, old and young, dems and republicans, past and future. and the elated faces of the organizers (and the condition of the headquarters!) suggests that Knox County Democrats haven’t seen this much love since — at least the late 70s but maybe never.
Everything was going well — we went around the room to tell our strange hero-worship stories detailing why we “heart” Barack, we signed up to canvass and phone bank, and then one of the bad cappuccino glasses started discussing what Chris Matthews said on MSNBC. Here is my conclusion:
Barack Obama = inspiring
Barack Obama supporters = less inspiring
Listening to strangers talk about foreign and national politics = the worst thing you can imagine, maybe
We were talking about the most successful way to canvass, and there was a Moment of Saved Grace when a 22-year-old fella and his wife — (both iraq war vets with their 5-month baby in tow) stopped the heated conversation about whether Barack’s foreign policy strategy had been rightly criticized by some senator in Texas or something to say something along the lines of :
“guys – the problem is not the people who know things and want to disagree with you. The problem is all the people who don’t know anything about the race.”
Apparently this fella had been talking Obamatics with those who work alongside him in the factory, and he stirred up some serious issues of racism in his workplace. Of course, everyone immediately turned to the two black females in the room, (who actually were aware of racial tensions in the county long before this meeting) But then the black woman led the room full of white people through a moment of healing, strangely, and explained how best to deal with those sorts of comments. God Bless those two women, seriously.
Actually, separating that story out for a minute makes me love America even more.
It’s back again.
What is this feeling?
It’s not envy, or even hungry. It’s like my heart is getting hard.
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