Month: September 2019

  • Taking stock: why Warren is looking good to me right now

    My biggest concern for this upcoming presidental election is two-fold: I want Trump and the GOP out, and I want the person who steps into the Oval Office to manage, unravel, and fix the multi-front crisis our 45th president has generated.

    That second part is more important than any media attention to it would suggest. It’s why people like Yang, Steyer, Williamson, and even to some extent Bernie worry me. And it’s why the candidates I’m kind of “meh” on are acceptable; Biden, for example, is far from my first pick for President, but I think he’d manage the rebuilding of the U.S., and appoint people who are good at what they do to help him.

    But that’s not what this post is about. This post is about what I want vs electability. And at this point, electability is a big topic, and people seem to focus on Biden a lot – a white, older, seemingly sensible and stable guy, with (perhaps a lot of) baggage.

    I grit my teeth – I so very badly want someone with a very different perspective, a different kind of life experience in the White House. I am all for #VoteBlueNoMatterWho and all that, but I’m not a big fan of having yet another white guy in office. I want a person of color; I want a woman; I want both. I’m a huge fan of Harris, and think she’d be dynamic and effective in office.

    But, being a white person, I know very well that Harris scares white people because she’s black, because she’s not white, not “them.” I think she also scares people because she’s effusive, not calm; passionate in her expression, not staid and monotone. That’s partly an anti-woman thing – a lot of people are perfectly fine with Bernie yelling, or Mayor Pete and Beto getting all dramatic in their delivery. But coming out of the mouth of a woman, especially a POC, it’s another thing altogether.

    It’s fear of The Angry Black Woman, even though Harris is not being particularly angry in a lot of her delivery. This is definitely a problem in perception by a lot of white people, not a problem with how Harris handles her stump speeches and her interviews. She is passionate, she is demonstrative, she is very intense when she lays things out, point by goddam fucking point. I love it. A lot of people love it. But I have no doubt that it triggers white fear of black anger in a whole lotta folks.

    I don’t think there’s a person of color out there who won’t trigger that shit. It pisses me off. I want things to be otherwise. I think they will be otherwise, down the road. And I will be very happy to vote for Kamala Harris, should she be on the ticket. I just have serious doubts, not about her, but about white people’s ability to fucking get over themselves.

    That said, my other top picks are Warren and Klobuchar. Maybe Klobuchar will win through, and I think she probably has the best combination of skills and demeanor to actually do the job of being President, but she’s not looking strong right now. Warren, on the other hand, is gaining and gaining, and I think has an excellent chance to get the nomination in the end. Both have something in common, as it relates to electability: they are both white women who come off like Regular People, women who might be your neighbors in a working or middle class neighborhood, had they gone down a different path.

    And that’s, unfortunately, the electability ticket. It should be about skills and policy; instead the race ends of having a lot to do with who people feel comfortable with, who triggers their gut “I can at least trust that one a little” response. It’s the Who Could You Have a Beer With crap. But it’s real.

    Warren comes off like some wonderful quirky high school teacher, kind of a dork but fun to take classes from, knowledgeable and infectiously enthusiastic, unendingly optimistic. Remember this? Elizabeth Warren, on Nov 10th, right after the election.

    We pick ourselves up and we fight back. Indeed. She had to have been devastated, and she admitted to it. But then, as she encouraged all of us to do, you pick your self up, dust off the debris, and figure out what the hell to do next. It certainly helped me

    I think she’s electable – straightforward and energetic, smart and experienced; she understands bureaucracy and knows how to work with it. She has the appeal of the friendly neighbor lady, and while she’s almost overwhelmingly cheery, maybe that’s what we need right now. I think her whiteness, unfortunately, is part of what makes her electable, or more specifically, Not Scary. But her natural curiosity and Get To It attitude, open to ideas and wide perspectives grounded in reality, will mean she’d get people in place in her administration who have a wide range of experience and knowledge; she be a white person at the head of a diverse government. That’s maybe not enough, but it might be the best scenario that is actually attainable.

    I have said I won’t pick just one, and I haven’t. But at this point Warren looks like the most capable person who could appeal to mass voters on the electability scale. I would be quite happy to call her Madame President.

  • Difficult sympathies

    Is it just me, or are there an unusual number of incidents in which I find myself sympathizing with people I detest?

    The news moves fast in this era, and the quitfiring of John Bolton as National Security Advisor a few days ago seems like it was last year at this point. His quitfiring is what sparks this, but there are others. I really think Bolton is terrible for our nation, and I’m happy he’s gone. But the manner of his quitfiring is appalling. The manner in which Trump dismisses staff whom he views as disloyal to him is appalling.

    Jeff Sessions, for instance – I don’t hate the guy, personally, because I don’t know him, but I hate how he is, his demeanor on camera, his positions on policies, his sniveling, his snottiness, his good ol’ boy prissiness. And yet, under Trump, I found myself repeatedly feeling sorry for ol’ Butterbeans Sessions, appalled at how Trump and his minions treated the Attorney General, how they fired him. Comey, likewise – he screwed up in his bizarre press conference on Hillary Clinton, but that’s not why he was fired. To be fired after a career of deep commitment to the DOJ, for disloyalty to a man who trashes the ideals of our government, and get that news on tv, not directly, is a nasty piece of business. And where they aren’t fired, his loyal followers contort themselves to impress Trump with their loyalty; I don’t precisely feel sorry for Lindsey Graham, but can only imagine the smallness of the man who once claimed Trump was nuts and unfit for office, and now apes the worst toady imaginable; it can’t feel good to be that man.

    I know there are suckups all over the place; I just don’t think I’ve seen so many in one place during my entire lifetime. And I admit to spending some time, not a lot of time, but still, I ponder why these these folks even put themselves in Trump’s orbit. He’s terrible to them.

    I don’t want to care. I want to think they deserve every nasty piece of crap Trump throws at them. But they don’t deserve it. They deserve to be held accountable for what they do, but they don’t deserve to be treated as accessories to be put on, and then cast aside when fashions change.

  • Why SharpieGate matters to me

    It shouldn’t matter, it’s so damn stupid.

    But it does. It matters most because Alabamans, especially those who rely on Trump for information and guidance, could be misled into thinking they have to prepare for a massive storm, spending time and money on something that just won’t happen. It matters because Trump contradicted the official missives of the agencies involved with false information, which I hear might actually be illegal. Fake news, anyone?

    But it matters for other reasons too: for example, a president should never subject us to lies in support of his own ego. It’s hard to believe that for the last three years, this is exactly what we’ve been dealing with, because it’s not supposed to be this way. And yet here we are, and the man has structured an whole administration around him to affirm whatever he says.

    And in this, the Trump era, that’s been status quo since, oh, Sean Spicer’s post inauguration press conference. But still, maybe not a great thing?

    And in my ideal political world, an elected official should be able to admit to error: Oh, did I use a map from many days ago even though I stayed home from Poland to monitor Hurricane Dorian in real time? My bad, my apologies, here’s the real deal.

    But no, Trump digs his heels in, and that is the other thing that drives me nuts: he can’t reverse direction, he can’t admit error, he can’t self correct. And that’s one of the most egregious aspects of this whole stupid sharpie-inspired debacle: he keeps going back to the well of “I’m right! I didn’t make a boo boo! No mistake, no mistake, you’re the mistake!”

    If he only did this once in a while, if he would fess up to his errors, if he could self-deprecate, shrug, and move on, this wouldn’t be a national event. But it is, and it will continue to happen: his invented data, his invented poll numbers, his invented history, much of it a dangerous distraction.

    And that is why this matters: it’s not a one-off, it’s a pattern. And it’s a dangerous pattern.

    His exit from office cannot come soon enough for me.