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As if to prove the point that the Democratic Party is in for a rough and nasty slog through spring mud, here was Hillary Clinton backer Geraldine Ferraro trying to steal headlines from Eliot Spitzer by insisting last week that Barack Obama wouldn't even be in the race if he wasn't black.
Clinton said she disagreed with her pal Ferraro, but didn't seem too upset. Both sides have these problematic supporters who "say things that kind of veer off into the personal," she said. This prompted Team Obama to complain that Clinton was giving a "wink and nod" that "anything goes."
We can expect this kind of thing to continue for at least another five weeks, until the Pennsylvania primary on April 22. The smart money says it will only get worse as the race continues through a long hot summer to the convention in Denver in late August.
To those of us whose deepest desire is to see Republicans ousted from the White House with the same kindness and courtesy of a city marshal evicting a Bronx family in deep rent arrears, this is not good news. It means more scorched-earth volleys like Clinton's ad that Obama can't even be trusted to answer a ringing red telephone in the White House. Such charges, of course, are quickly employed with glee by GOP nominee John "My Friends" McCain, who lobs them back into the Democrats' trenches like unexploded grenades.
I made the nearly fatal mistake of offering this cowardly, pacifist perspective on a cable-television show on primary night on March 4, as the last returns were rolling in from Dallas. Seated next to me was a pleasant woman representing the editorial page of a prominent broadsheet newspaper that, come to think of it, gave Clinton a nice big endorsement back in January. She insisted that the upcoming internecine warfare among the Democrats is nothing to worry about. "I think that's what democracy is all about," she said. "Democracy is messy."
Luckily, this was just a local station which could not be received by this paper's owners, who reside somewhere in Arizona. All newspaper publishers get spasms of delight from the prospect of nonstop political mud-wrestling. Such open warfare is guaranteed to sell papers (or in the case of a free publication like ours, more futon and cosmetic-surgery ads).
Even worse for my employment prospects was being shown up as a peace-loving wuss by New York's effete paper of record. The Arizona owners like to think of themselves as a kick-ass crew and tend to replace employees more often than toner cartridges in their printers (actually, the guy who used to replace the toner went in January). That night, I lay awake worrying about how to redeem myself if one of the publisher's emissaries caught my craven performance.
The solution quickly arrived: This fire must be fed, not doused. Therefore, since it is the Obama campaign that has been pulling its toughest punches, here is a handful of suggestions for television ads to be used against his opponent. Each is guaranteed to throw more fuel on the flames, if not much light on the question of presidential qualifications.
They are offered in the totally self-serving collective interest of the news business to make sure the contest goes down to the wire, right up until the last uncommitted superdelegate is fleeing for his life through Denver's thin air, campaign operatives in close pursuit.
Ad #1: Opening: Clip of Hillary Clinton at January debate in Nevada. Clinton: "You've got to be able to manage and run the bureaucracy." Dissolve to exterior shot: The White House. Interior: A secretary is seen at a bookshelf, filing materials. She idly picks up an unfamiliar loose-leaf binder. Close-up shows the title in bold letters: "Rose Law Firm Billing Records: Whitewater." She leafs through the pages, then, binder in hand, walks into what is clearly the Oval Office. "You won't believe what I found," she yells. Out of camera view, a woman's voice is heard: "Dammit!"
Voiceover, as images of computerized billing records scroll across the screen: "For two years, as prosecutors' subpoenas went unanswered, Hillary Clinton insisted she couldn't locate billing records from her old law firm involving a scandalous real-estate deal. Then one day, they suddenly turned up, right in plain sight in the White House. You call that organized?"
Closing title: "Ready on Day One?"
Ad #2: Opening: Cartoon graphic of a jet flying across the Atlantic from the U.S. to the Urals. Cartoon continues: A character who resembles Sacha Baron Cohen's Borat is seen welcoming a beaming Bill Clinton and a well-dressed Western businessman on the tarmac. Close-up on Borat character, who says: "Welcome, former President Clinton and friend, to glorious nation Kazakhstan." Sound of machine-gun fire and screams are heard in background. "What was that?" asks Clinton. "Is nothing," answers Borat character. "Maybe some goats get loose somewhere. Come, let us go make some nice business here." Scene fades as Clinton, friend, and Borat character walk away happily arm in arm.
Voiceover: "While the American government was criticizing a ruthless and corrupt regime in Kazakhstan, former President Clinton brokered a meeting between a millionaire donor to his presidential library and the nation's dictator. Surprise, surprise: Two days later, Clinton's pal cut a deal to buy into local uranium projects. Maybe our ex-president thought he was on a goodwill mission, offering his own 'Cultural Learnings of America.' "
Closing title: "What will he do this time in the Oval Office?"
Ad #3: Opening: Photo montage of explosions and carnage in Iraq. Dissolve to exterior shot of Capitol Building, then camera pans along Senate office hallway, stopping at door with brass nameplate: Senator Hillary R. Clinton. Title overlay with dateline: "Washington, D.C., 2002." Inside, an aide knocks on door of senator's inner office, then opens it a crack.
"Senator, Bob Graham called to remind you to make sure you read that National Intelligence Estimate report on Iraq, the one he says shows Bush is hyping all that stuff about Saddam and the weapons of mass destruction."
Clinton's voice, heard from within: "Oh gosh, I forgot. Can't we have someone go down and take a look for me? Take some notes? I'm swamped."
The aide, leaning inside the door, addressing an unseen Clinton: "Oh, I wish we could but, y'know, it's classified. Senators only."
Clinton's voice: "Well, for gosh sakes. I can't just drop everything. Besides, he said it's 90 pages long. It'll take me hours."
Aide: "OK, no sweat. Just wanted to let you know he'd called."
Cut to clip of Clinton speaking at the January 30 debate in Los Angeles: "Certainly I did an enormous amount of investigation and due diligence to try to determine what, if any, threat could flow from the history of Saddam Hussein being both an owner of, and a seeker of, weapons of mass destruction."
Voiceover: "Due diligence? Senator Bob Graham was so disturbed after reading the classified intelligence report that he decided to vote 'No' on the Iraq war. Clinton never read the report. And she voted for the war."
Fade to shot of Senator Obama, seated in Kennedy-esque rocking chair, reading late at night in a pool of golden lamplight. A pile of big heavy books is beside him.
Closing title: "Obama: He's diligent. And he loves to read."
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For once in my life, I had nothing to add. If you could read, the punctuation would have clued you in to my meaning. I have a lot to add to knee jerk responders like you, but I will simply just hope that your mind will open a bit, at least enough for you to understand what you are reacting to.
it would be so fun to go negative this wry way...
My mother and step-father had four more children together in the space of nine years after I was born, and we grew up together in a middle-class household in white america where the subject of "race" was never discussed. My earliest recollections of having to be aware of race was when I was asked questions about the color of my skin by other classmates in first grade... "Why was my skin dark?", "Was I adopted?" race was certainly a hot-button issue in 1965-66 when I began school , but any awareness that my mother and step-father had achieved from growing up in their white neighborhoods in the 40's and 50's was insufficient in preparing them for raising a biracial child... and to complicate things, they were both in complete denial of their complicity in my mis-education. When I came home from school after having been asked questions by fellow students from my all-white school district, my mother then explained "the skin-disease story" to me... "other kids with this disease usually have dark blotches all over their bodies, so you should feel fortunate". When I would tell my mother about other boys and girls who would call me names or act aggressively for no apparent reason, I began to understand that I would get no further assistance from her to explain this rationale... my step-father was even more removed from the conversation and would only add, "You know what your mother said".
By the time that my step-father transferred jobs and our family of (7) had moved from the all-white Cleveland, Ohio suburb of Stow to the all-white school district of Portville in Western up-state N.Y. it was the spring of 1970 and I was in fourth grade, and already the veteran of many racial incidents and altercations between myself, classmates, and even some adults. My four younger siblings had also been told the same story, and had to explain the same things to their friends when asked why they had a brother who was black... "Hey, did your mother fool around a little bit??" I remember how much that hurt me when I heard it, and I'm sure that they felt just as badly when they did... nonetheless, this was a "subject" that we never discussed as a family, not once, at least in my presence.
I was taught through my observations of my mother and step-father to keep quiet about things that I wasn't sure about, and I was also taught to ignore the obvious.
As I matured into my teen-aged years and began to experience societies issues and insecurities in coming to terms with this countries racial in-equalities during the 70's, I felt an increasing need to rationalize and then codify the information that my mother had given me, regardless of what I was beginning to realize inside... I felt a growing discomfort/conflict, yet there was no one in my life to offer any other perspective... I had learned that black people were a part of society that we didn't talk about. ( There was a black family in my small town, and they were poor and lived in a run-down house near the river...I never had any opportunity or reason to associate with them)
I was a "B" student and also began taking an interest in sports where I was above average. Meeting other schools and student athletes were opportunities to then be exposed to populations that had not been inured by my story yet...I was just another black kid to them.
Communicating my experiences to my mother and step-father was difficult because they had no experience with racial prejudice, therefore when I had problems with other children it would be looked at as an issue that "I" had in getting along with others(as well as intra-family sibling issues).
Because "race" was being ruled-out entirely, by my mothers denial of my father, she could not logically use that rationale to explain any conflicts that I would have. My step-fathers complicity in this was to blindly support my mothers viewpoint.
The "white" viewpoint has always been that blacks(black society) were pretty well cared for, and what contact they did have would be polite and careful... What, with the Voting Rights and Civil Rights Acts being passed, the playing field had been leveled.(re: my mother and step-father's generation)
The feelings and comfort of my mother were apparently what was important, and her inculcation had to have been partly comprised of the idea that white society acted as the gate-keepers and care-takers of an infantilized black population.
questions:
How has black society formed its identity?
What role models have been used, and how does white society react to positive
black role models today? (Are they held to a more critical prism??)
Is there enough information readily available for black people to easily form a
positive racial identity?
Is it important that black society is able to connect accurately the dots of its social
evolution in America? and is it also important that white society can connect those
same dots??
What is White Privilege?
What is White awareness?
What is Whiteness?
What about Affirmative Action?
Is Race just a social construct?
How do we improve our society in America?
Is there any other way(besides the attrition of the old guard) to achieve this??
Dave Myers
www.discussrace.com
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