The Democrats eat in a big, messy kitchen. They are often ethnic and noisy and talk over one another, like three generations of Italians. The love is obvious underneath the hub-bub and in the cooking, but multiple levels of agreement and disagreement are argued up and down the table. On the backs of some of the chairs are multi-colored shawls, or afghans, hand-crafted by the older generation. Grandma is in the kitchen with mom, one or two daughters, and in this time of change, one or two males. The younger generation incudes other tribes: sometimes darker skinned, sometimes embracing a different sexual identity. Since everyone doesn’t like the same food, many dishes, and combinations of cuisines are bubbling on the stove—most of them liberally spiced.
Grandma sits down at the table, finally, and grandpa says grace. As the food is passed, the lady of the house, mom, asks about the welfare of each child and grandchild, listening carefully to the responses, nodding, making short comments. The rest of the family, for the moment, is quiet and respectful. I see her, in the light of the DNC’s opening night, as having the grace, dignity and power of First Lady Michelle Obama. Her passion for family, children, good works and honesty is presented in a way that uses the “I” and “we” words, not the “me” and “my”. We feel that we are all in this family together, nodding our heads as mom shares her hard-won wisdom. We know she means it when she tells us to rise above those who would drag us down.
The youngest aunt at the table, Elizabeth, waits until mom finishes, and then launches into a response to one of the family reports by telling everyone that if life were fair, this wouldn’t be happening. All they have to do is stand up to the bullies of the world, go toe to toe and everything will change. She has got the whole table talking, some yelling, others saying “it has always been this way. You can’t change it overnight,” and another, grandpa’s brother, pronouncing: “it takes a political revolution.” The younger kids agree with great-uncle Bernie! And they are off.
At the end of dinner—dessert and coffee and a bit of brandy having had its way—the family hugs, kisses each cheek, gathers up the kids and heads home. Tomorrow night they plan to get together again, share their views, jeer those they disagree with and have a meal. Mom’s sister Hillary is coming to town. Alla Familia! To the Family!
So, this is how I see my party—we are an inclusive family who can come together but also agree to disagree—sometimes loudly.
I’m okay with that, and Hillary is okay with that. One thing I know for sure, the other family absolutely cannot be allowed to govern. They cannot govern. The senior members of that family have stayed away from the off-the-rails cousin who came to the party late. Allowing a racist, ranting bully with absolutely NO knowledge of governance just to regain the White House is irresponsible and traitorous to everything America was founded on.
I will vote for Hillary Clinton because she inspires confidence in me that everything that can be done to promote peace in the world, our country, our towns and our neighborhoods will be done. This is a job and Hillary’s resume reads like a lifetime preparation to do the job. She doesn’t have to be told who rules where and what countries are aligned and why NATO matters and what our unemployment rate is and what global warming means and how many Americans die every day in this country from violence. DT (he whose name cannot be spoken) doesn’t know any of these things when questioned one-on-one by the press—friendly or hostile. His learning curve, should he choose to learn, would take years and we would then become the America who is no longer great. His claim of our lack of greatness is a premonition of what he would bring down on our heads. It’s a time for cool, smart, pragmatic leadership and that is Hillary Clinton’s personality. She has not cracked under the duress of nearly thirty years of false charges and hatred. She will not crack now.