A chorus of voices is growing calling for New York Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton to bow out of her race for the Democratic Party nomination for president.
Mathematically, even with the remaining primaries, she will most likely not win enough delegates to supplant the frontrunner, Illinois Senator Barack Obama, and would have to rely on votes from superdelegates to put her over the top, a highly controversial move that would over-ride the will of the people and surely split the party.
This past week, Vermont Senator Patrick Leahy, a superdelegate himself who has already swung his support behind Obama, publicly called on Clinton to withdraw so that the party can come together before the general election. GOP nominee John McCain is already taking aim at Obama as he builds momentum and raises funds.
The big question is whether Clinton will heed anyone’s advice. Along the campaign trail, both she and her husband, former President Bill Clinton, seemed to suggest they’d be in for the duration. A group of Clinton-supporting big donors are even threatening to stop supporting Democrats in Congress because Nancy Pelosi said that the people, not the superdelegates, should decide the Presidential nomination, prompting MoveOn.org to circulate this petition.
Clinton’s all or nothing strategy is raising the ire of ordinary citizens, bloggers and political pundits, some of whom suggested she should have dropped out even before the Texas and Ohio primaries. But for her to get the message she’s going to have to hear from even more people.
Now is the time for all good Democrats to come the aid of their party. Write to Hillary. Tell her that for the good of the party, she needs to concede defeat now, tell her supporters to get behind Obama’s campaign and unite to win the White House in November.
Anything short of that only helps the Republicans, increases the chances for four more years of Bush-like incompetence and mismanagement of the country, and speaking as one of her constituents, decreases her chances of ever getting full support again should she want to run for re-election as the Senator from the State of New York.
For most white folks, indignation just doesn’t wear well. Once affected or conjured up, it reminds one of a pudgy man, wearing a tie that may well have fit him when he was fifty pounds lighter, but which now cuts off somewhere above his navel and makes him look like an idiot.
Indignation doesn’t work for most whites, because having remained sanguine about, silent during, indeed often supportive of so much injustice over the years in this country–the theft of native land and genocide of indigenous persons, and the enslavement of Africans being only two of the best examples–we are just a bit late to get into the game of moral rectitude. And once we enter it, our efforts at righteousness tend to fail the test of sincerity.
But here we are, in 2008, fuming at the words of Pastor Jeremiah Wright, of Trinity United Church of Christ in Chicago–occasionally Barack Obama’s pastor, and the man whom Obama credits with having brought him to Christianity–for merely reminding us of those evils about which we have remained so quiet, so dismissive, so unconcerned. It is not the crime that bothers us, but the remembrance of it, the unwillingness to let it go–these last words being the first ones uttered by most whites it seems whenever anyone, least of all an “angry black man” like Jeremiah Wright, foists upon us the bill of particulars for several centuries of white supremacy.
But our collective indignation, no matter how loudly we announce it, cannot drown out the truth. And as much as white America may not be able to hear it (and as much as politics may require Obama to
condemn it) let us be clear, Jeremiah Wright fundamentally told the truth.
Tim Wise is the author of: White Like Me: Reflections on Race from a Privileged Son (Soft Skull Press, 2005), and Affirmative Action: Racial Preference in Black and White (Routledge: 2005). He can be reached at: timjwise@msn. com.
I picked Georgetown to win the National Championship. I had them playing UCLA. In order to win now, the teams my co-workers picked will also have to bow out. This may be the first and last time I bet on sports. It takes all the fun out of watching.
Not that I’ve ever been a big Tyler Perry fan or was in any way inclined to go see his latest film Meet the Browns, but some reading I’ve done in the last two days has pretty much solidified it for me. Some of these reviews are funnier than the movie apparently.
Call me a snob but I’ve never been a fan of overly-simplistic storylines, one dimensional characters and heavy-handed sermonizing. Plus I’ve never liked shelling out $10-12 (what we pay here in NYC) for movies that will be on cable by the summer.