Oprahlooza-Obamarama: Did it work?

For me? Not so much. For some? Absolutely.
By Becci Robbins

When it was all said and done, the Oprah-Obama Love Fest on Sunday in Columbia was long on platitudes and short on substance. I left feeling vaguely disappointed and sporting the kind of headache that comes from squinting for hours into the sun and slowly roasting in the freakish December heat. In the nosebleed section of the cavernous Williams-Brice Stadium. With no water.

But the rally had its moments, and the crowd itself was spectacular. It’s not often that people gather here and cheer together, not unless there is a ball involved. And it’s rare to see such a diverse collection of folks feeling a shared sense of hope that someone just might lead us out of the dark hole the Bush administration has fashioned for us. And then there was Oprah, girl. I mean, there she was, in three dimensions. Live and in living color. She gave a speech that, frankly, was stronger than Obama’s. Again and again, the crowd erupted into wild applause.

Obama Rally

To see more photos from the event, check out our photo album. To view short video clips of the rally, click here.

So it was a sweet vibe in Williams-Brice Stadium on Sunday, and I’m glad for that. But I wanted more. I’d seen Obama during his first visit to Columbia, which was exciting (the seemingly endless primary season had not yet taken its toll). Months later – and after taking considerable heat for lacking specifics on key policy positions – Obama gave much the same spiel. It was not the evolution I’d hoped for.

So I remain camped in the fattest Democratic voter demographic: the Undecideds. I never thought I’d find myself here, as I usually gravitate early and eagerly toward a candidate. This time, I could live with any of them but am excited by none of them. In fact, it seems like the only people getting excited about a candidate are paid to be.

Most of my friends are still uncommitted, although there’s a lot of leaning going on. Before the Obama rally, some friends invited us to tailgate with them, and what struck me was the lack of enthusiasm for any of the campaigns. One was leaning toward Clinton, a few – as always happens when Lefties congregate – lamented that Kucinich was right on all the issues but unelectable, “bless his heart.” Most said they were leaning toward Edwards. But with no apparent passion.

The same dynamic was at work last month at the SC Progressive Summit, which involved representatives of some 50 organizations. We had a free-wheeling session about the candidates, and invited people to share their thoughts. We followed it with a straw poll. Kucinich won, and Obama came in a close second, followed by Edwards and Clinton. I didn’t know which name I would write down until I was writing it. If you’d asked me two minutes earlier or two minutes later, I might have voted differently. That’s how undecided I am.

I had hoped the Obama rally would clarify things for me, but it didn’t. But it did for my friend Kevin Gray, who called Sunday night to talk about the rally. He was underwhelmed by Obama’s performance, which struck him as empty rhetoric. “I didn’t think he said anything insightful or particularly inspiring. You throw Bush and Cheney’s name out on the line and the crowd goes mad. Throw in Martin Luther King lines and the crowd goes mad. But there was no core message. i would like to hear – at this point of stress and uncertainty in America – more about challenging power. He needs a speech writer.”

He pointed out what he thought were some tactical errors, like mentioning the USC Gamecocks but not recognizing any of the black colleges in Columbia. “Most people in the stadium didn’t go to the university. Many of them had never been in the stadium before.”

Kevin was state coordinator for Jesse Jackson’s 1988 presidential campaign, and said Obama’s message was missing the concept of “a rising tide lifts all boats,” the idea that resonated in Jesse’s campaign. “There was no concept of ‘we,’ no sense of constituent groups coming together.”

He said he went to the rally with no expectations. “I went to see the spectacle. With all this race talk, you’re going to go see the black guy – but he’s not the black guy. All of the candidates have the white-guy model, every one of them.”

So who’s Kevin leaning toward at this point? “If i had to vote right now I’d vote for Edwards. He’s bringing the term ‘working class’ into the debate. That little pink house is stuck in my head.”

While Kevin was put off by it, the rally worked for some folks. My friend Steve Hait (who designed and manages the Progressive Network’s Web site) went with his wife, Christine, his daughter, Sofi, and her 7-year-old friend. He said if he had to vote today he’d probably choose Obama. Christine, who was on the fence before the event, now says she’ll vote for him. And Sofi, well, she was an Obama girl all along. She went to the senator’s first Columbia rally and was impressed enough that days later, when kids in her class were asked to name someone famous, they blurted out Superman and Britney Spears. Sofi said, “Barack Obama!”

Steve said he was glad he went. “I felt good being there with my daughter and her friend. It was just relaxed and happy.” He was a little irked that at the door he’d had to give up the snacks and drinks he’d brought, only to be offered bottled water inside for $3.75. But other than that he had a great time, and left feeling more inclined to vote for Obama.

He thinks the pundits who call Obama too inexperienced are wrong. His community organizing background and demonstrated commitment to working on behalf of labor and poor people are exactly the credentials Steve is looking for in a candidate. “I have a hard time thinking of Hillary like that.”

So, my unscientific survey of friends shows Lefties all over the map. Any of the Democratic candidates would be light years better than Bush, we all agree. And wouldn’t it be great to make history by electing the first black president of the United States? The first woman? A guy who’ll fight for the working poor?

Yes, indeed.

Unlike our Republican brethren, who seem unhappy with their slate of candidates, Democrats are in the envious position of voting FOR someone rather than the lesser of evils. This, my friends, is progress.

Obama, nuclear power, and freedom of speech

Dear Friends,

We wanted to let you know how the Obama campaign treats people concerned about his position on GNEP and nuclear issues…

At the big Obama-Oprah rally here in Columbia, South Carolina on Sunday, a few of us decided to hold up signs at the entrance to the venue (university football stadium) against Obama’s support of research into GNEP. You may have noticed at the Democratic debate two weeks ago in Las Vegas that he said he supported nuclear power and that Argonne lab in Illinois was conducting promising research on how to manage nuclear waste (uh, GNEP that is). If GNEP goes forward, South Carolina (Savannah River Site & the old Barnwell reprocessing plant) is perhaps the main site being considered to receive the nation’s spent nuclear fuel.

When we arrived at the stadium entrance with a few posterboard signs the Obama people were all over us, trying to kick us off the property. They said we could go to the “free speech” area that was several blocks away. Hm…sure sounds like a tactic of a certain president who could care less about free speech. We didn’t leave and they got the police to come, who forced us off the property and to the sidewalk across the street (where people entering the stadium could still see us). The stadium, they said, was rented by the Obama campaign and it was not a public area any more. Hunh?! One of us returned to the stadium property with a sign and a police officer pursued her and shoved her in the back, making sure to be out of camera range.

So, we wanted to let you know about these tactics of the Obama campaign to stifle free speech. Is the campaign really about the change it claims? The reaction was shocking and unanticipated by us. If anyone has heard of his campaign applying this tactic at others sites please let us know. And, if anyone has heard him say more about GNEP and reprocessing please pass it on. And, how much money is he taking from the nuclear industry (while claiming to take no money from special interests)?? And Oprah, is she also pro-GNEP and anti-free speech? Say it ain’t so!

Regards,

Tom Clements
Leslie Minerd
Elaine Cooper
(now headed to the Obama offcie to talk about this.,..if you don’t hear from us again send a search team…)

The forgotten casualties of war

By Kelly Dougherty
Former Sergeant, Army National Guard
Executive Director of Iraq Veterans Against the War

On Nov. 26, Sammantha Owen-Ewing, one of IVAW’s newest members, the wife of my friend Scott, and a former Army medic like me, committed suicide in her Rhode Island home. Sammantha was only 20 years old, and in that short time had been an Army medic training to become a nurse while stationed at Walter Reed, then became a patient herself in Walter Reed’s mental health ward. In June, she married Scott Ewing, also an IVAW member, and was discharged from the Army. Despite an uphill battle to receive care from the VA, things seemed to be looking up; she was getting settled into life in Rhode Island, planned to continue her medical career, and was becoming active in Iraq Veterans Against the War. Although most of us were never fortunate enough to know Sammantha, she was one of us and we mourn her passing.

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Sammantha Owen-Ewing

It is impossible to sum up the life of a person, their personality and how much they meant to the people who loved them, in a few short lines. In her obituary, Sammantha was described as “sweet, thoughtful, and loving. She brought joy to the lives of those around her.” I’m sorry I will never meet Sammantha and my deepest condolences go out to her family. I know that many IVAW members have suffered through depression, PTSD, and other forms of internal anguish, and many of us still deal with these things on a daily basis.

IVAW has set up a memorial fund on behalf of Sammantha Owen-Ewing to help her family offset her funeral costs. We will be accepting donations through the end of December, if you’d like to make a donation, go to www.ivaw.org/memorialfund.

Suicide is a very real threat, especially for veterans. A recent CBS news investigation found that in 2005, veterans were twice as likely to commit suicide as non-vets, with 120 veteran suicides each week. Those of us who are between the ages of 20-24 have the highest rate of suicides, between two and four times higher than our civilian peers. For many veterans, the fighting doesn’t end once we return from a war zone or get discharged from the military.

Sewer politics

This is just the opening of a long and vulgar email sent around today, with email addresses exposed. I recognized many of them, and could tell they’d culled our online list of Network members. We won’t dignify and perpetuate the trash by copying more of it here or identifying their web site. But it’s useful, I think, to know what we’re up against.

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Dear American Friend,              

I have attached my “Hillary file” which is culled from the 205+ books and other media that I have on Hillary and Bill. The Clintons are thugs. On the campaign trail in 2007 Hillary and Bill are play acting as the loving, respectful couple – singing each other’s praises on stage and engaging in public affection as they troll for votes.

In order to understand Hillary and Bill, one must first understand the wildly dysfunctional Jerry Springer lifestyle they have lived for 36 years. Hillary has covered for Bill who not only has had HUNDREDS of women, but also perpetrated several rapes and vicious sexual assaults, often involving biting the lips of the women victims. In order to cover up this Jerry Springer chaos, Hillary has often used Sopranos tactics: a secret police and criminal intimidation tactics to harass, intimidate and terrify Bill’s sex victims and girlfriends.

WE’VE HAD ENOUGH “EXPERIENCE” WITH HILLARY; CLINTON BLACK OPERATIONS MUST STOP

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We should all do what we can to resist this brand of gutter politics. Ret. Lt Col USAF Bob Ross did. He sent this out in response to the original email:

For starters, I am NOT your friend.

It is people like you who give politics in the United States the smell of rotten eggs. It is you who are irresponsible. Who is paying you? …the same people who “Swift-Boated” John Kerry? The same people who spread the lie in South Carolina about John McCain having a black, illegitimate child and that his wife was a drug addict? The same people who lied about Iraq having WMDs? The same idiots who would have us bomb Iran?

Shame, shame, You are beneath contempt.

Bob Ross
Lt Col USAF Retired

The most powerful black woman in the world

Why can’t I stand the sight of her?
By Candace Allen
The Guardian UK

Candace Allen has spent her whole life cheering on fellow African-Americans who have battled their way to the top. Yet the extraordinary career of Condoleezza Rice, the US secretary of state, fills her only with revulsion and anger. Here she explains why.

I am African-American. We are a sentimental people in the main and we tend to track our own. We are aware of others of colour who cross our spaces. We look around asking: “How did she/he come to be here/there? Is his/her story extraordinary, coincidental or totally banal?”

At 80 years old, my dentist father has been a desegregator all of his adult life, both professionally and domestically. Although raised in Richmond, Virginia, he chose to rear his family up north, first in Boston, then in a Connecticut suburb of New York. When I call him to ask how things are going during the first week of the US Open, he tells me that the Williams sisters are doing fine, as is James Blake, and there are a young boy and girl playing in their first Open who won’t get too far this time but are looking mighty good. Unsaid, I know the nature of the report he’s going to give; unsaid, he knows what I want to hear: stories about black people coming on to traditional white fields of play and not just holding their own but kicking ass and taking names. Smiles, pride, a fist in the air.

So why the viscerally negative reaction, my gut literally roiling with distaste and disappointment, when I look at Condoleezza Rice, the first African-American female to be secretary of state of the world’s one remaining superpower?

She is a powerful woman, often coming first in lists of the world’s most powerful women. Unlike Hillary Clinton and Oprah Winfrey, she is seldom referred to by her first name only: as with Angela Merkel and Margaret Thatcher, she gets both her names. Her eyes, intelligent, usually veiled, often glittering hard, give up nothing. Her hair is now less iron-solid than it was but, as with Thatcher and Merkel, it is generally unmovable. And there is the posture: ramrod straight. The chin is held high even seemingly when notes are consulted, but that is very seldom, because Rice functions in public almost invariably without notes. A woman of impressive intellect – vast, profound and/or well-trained – holding her own, be it among or before the most powerful white men in the world. Again and again, she is generally the only non-secretarial black woman to be seen in such environments. Mercilessly kicking ass, taking names. Ready.

(A cultural footnote: back in the day, before any kind of mixing, before even Motown was heard on white radio stations, African-Americans had a play on the word “ready”. If someone acted a fool, the jibe was: “He/she ain’t ready.” Not ready for responsibility or integration, ie interaction with white folks.)

So why am I so loth to look in her direction? She is not unattractive; our ages and backgrounds are reasonably similar. Yet I must force myself to look at her. She is family, attenuated family, deplored family maybe, but family none the less. I do not have to condone or even explain family misdeeds.

But I take her complicity in what I consider the most disastrous US administration in modern times very personally. I want to take her by the shoulders and shake, if not throttle her. But very much more, I want to know, why? Why the Republicans and these Republicans? Why the rigidity? Why the hubris? Why so little compassion for those less blessed than yourself? So intelligent, so capable… how could you get it so wrong?

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Thank you, Ruth Thomas!

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Ruth Thomas chats with Jeff Koob at the Free Speech Pay-In outside the courthouse in Columbia in 2004.

Today’s paper featured a front-page profile on Ruth Thomas, the 87-year-old activist and founder of Environmentalists Inc. She has been a longtime member of the Network, and it’s great to see her get the recognition she deserves.

She calls our office about once a month, and I know it will be a longish conversation with her talking way over my head about some environmental crisis or other (this state has so many it’s hard to keep up with it all). She is passionate, very bright, and a force to be reckoned with, as so many hired suits have discovered in hearings over the years.

If ever there were one, Ruth is an argument for cloning. If we had more of her, imagine what we could accomplish.

Be inspired; read Sammy Fretwell’s story in today’s edition of The State.

Becci Robbins

On World AIDS Day

By Becci Robbins

He has full-blown AIDS,” she said. The sound of it, like air escaping.

Full. Blown. AIDS.

The social worker handed over his file, a single sheet of paper with some handwritten notes on it, mostly addresses and phone numbers, which I scanned for clues to what might be coming.

Mark was 41. He had been in Columbia only a few months, since being forced to leave his home in Los Angeles after having grown too ill to care for himself. With nowhere else to go, he had moved in with his sister, who was stationed at Fort Jackson.

It was far from an ideal living arrangement. “Dysfunctional” was the term the social worker kept using. The sister was often gone; Mark was increasingly bedridden. She had an alcohol problem; he had a coke habit. She resented Mark’s intrusion on her life; he, in turn, was humiliated, lonely and raging mad.

After she had left him alone for three days, knowing he was too sick to make it down to the kitchen, Mark had called Palmetto AIDS Life Support Services to ask that someone be sent over to make sure he didn’t “starve to goddamn death” in his upstairs room.

As a PALSS volunteer, that was to be my job. To make sure Mark didn’t starve to goddamn death.

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