Saturday, September 6, 2008

The RNC: Kickin' Ass With Sarah Palin

There’s a lot I admire about Sarah Palin: Her meteoric rise in a highly-scrutinized, male-dominated profession. Her ability to be smart and tough but also beautiful and feminine. The challenges life has thrown her way and how she has handled them. My friend Andy, a republican insider on Capitol Hill, says the party has had its eye on her for years. A true rising star. She is "feisty, with grace,” as a republican delegate recently put it.

Sure, I find it pretty easy to be excited about all of that.

And, then there’s a lot I don't like about her. Her belief that creationism should be taught in public schools. Her desire to drill for more oil and build nuclear power plants instead of insisting on clean and safe sources of energy. Her belief that government should be able to tell women what they can and cannot do with their bodies. There’s a lot of policy to disagree about, but these disagreements are par for the course in a republican versus democratic race.

This race isn’t going to come down to any of that.

No, this race is going to be about personality and character. And it's now abundantly clear that Sarah Palin has a lot of both. The question is whether she’s got the kind of personality and character befitting a person holding the second-highest office in the land.

Or whether hers is conduct unbecoming.

During her acceptance speech I expected to hear the kind of content conservatives salivate over, just as the DNC speeches dripped with the content democrats crave. So I wasn’t surprised by the topics. Still, I heard some things that made my stomach churn.

I heard her ridicule Obama’s community organizing experience. Of course we democrats know that community organizing is what you do when government is failing to meet the needs of the people. Martin Luther King was a community organizer. So was Jesus Christ. Maybe she does not understand what that work is all about. But did she have to ridicule it?

What was with the tone she took? The attitude? I was instantly reminded of the swaggering cowboy we currently have in the Oval Office who makes clear that he thinks anyone who disagrees with him is like an animal in his personal rodeo. After hearing Sarah Palin speak, it is easy to imagine her as the new cowboy in town, with the leather chaps, metal spurs and lasso, kicking ass and taking names. This is who we want representing us in the world?

The world is so tired of an America that behaves that way.

And so am I.

We need a president who respects people – all people – who doesn’t think we are better than everybody else, and better yet who understands that while we are but a tiny fraction of the planet’s population we have a great obligation to help lift up those around the world who are enduring tragedy and hardship. We need a president who will make America America again, both around the world and right here at home. It is hard to imagine that a woman who is called a "barracuda" because of how she treats people would be one of our nation's highest leaders. It is hard to imagine a woman who had no need for a passport in the first 43 years of her life being able to be an ambassador for America around the world. It is hard to imagine such a woman being a heartbeat away from the presidency.

I am a democrat. I believe government should actively safeguard a basic quality of life for all citizens. I believe our leaders must believe in science, in global warming being greatly compounded by human behavior, in a woman’s right to choose. But even more than these things, I want the highest leaders in the land to respect people. The kick ass attitude Sarah Palin showed in her acceptance speech may be what it takes to get things done in Alaska, but in my view it is conduct unbecoming the next Vice President of the United States.

Yee haw.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Post DNC: "The Angry Left"

Driving home from work tonight I heard some snippets on NPR of the President and the First Lady speaking at the Republican Convention. George W. opined that McCain would never yield to the "angry left." And I found myself thinking, "Angry Left? Huh, yep, well, I guess that's me." Of course the crowd of adoring delegates roared their approval and I got this snarlish look on my face and a feeling of dread in my stomach which presumably is what the republicans felt and looked like listening to our great lovefest last week. It pains me that we are so divided as a country, and that this process by very definition polarizes us. Yet, it is what it is and here we are, Angry Left. Let's put this anger to good use, even if it means giving the Right something to be angry about.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Photos from the Convention..

http://hudoneit.smugmug.com/gallery/5856435_3zWtp (Sat. and Sun.)
Samantha Powers, AAPI Caucus, Disturbing protest photo, police equipped with riot gear, Howard Dean gala

http://hudoneit.smugmug.com/gallery/5802652_dxmpt (Day 1)
Jim & Emy Thurber, more pictures of riot police, Ted Kennedy, Michelle Obama

http://hudoneit.smugmug.com/gallery/5852707_ZafVs (Day 2)
Owen Byrd talking with Joe Trippi, Anna Eshoo's event, Hillary's speech

http://hudoneit.smugmug.com/gallery/5852727_RZzL5 (Day 3)
Roll call, Nancy Pelosi, John Kerry, Bill Clinton, Beau Biden, and Joe Biden

http://hudoneit.smugmug.com/gallery/5829613_Nb6AP (Day 4)
Invesco Field

Post DNC: Stoking the Fire With My Kids

Against my better judgment, when I arrived back home from Denver at midnight on Friday night, I woke my daughter up with kisses. Six, seven or eight, of the deep nuzzle in the face and neck variety. I knew I shouldn't wake her -- she's the one who at age seven still has trouble going to sleep every night -- but after my longest trip away from home ever, I just had to reconnect with her scent, her texture, her sweetness. Thankfully, after a brief conversation she nestled back into her pillow and within a few minutes fell asleep.

By the time I made it to the next door down the hallway, I had regained some sense. So when I climbed the ladder to my nine year old son's elevated bed, I went in for the strategic kiss of the non-waking kind. In his sleep his arm was outstretched toward the ladder, so I started there and then gave a quick peck on the forehead while murmuring "I love you baby." He stayed asleep.

Finally, I was home.

Soycookies As busy as I am -- or should be -- with work, given my week's absence at the DNC, I am not going into the office this weekend. Instead I am reconnecting with the little people in my life. The ones who are the only two references on my motherhood resume. The ones whose start of school this week while I was in Denver left me bawling at the California delegation breakfast.

So yesterday was an intense baking session with my fourth grader, whose teacher had the great sense to read "The Case Against Homework" this summer, and the great wisdom to apply its principles to her classroom pedagogy. This means that instead of homework packets that ask them to do endless repetitions of what they did in school, the "homework" is going to be "work at home" meaning projects that bubble up from a child's own imagination and curiosity. For my son, it is an examination of 5 different sugar cookie recipes to determine by taste test which is the best. From combining the ingredients, to rolling the dough out between sheets of wax paper, to preheating the oven, cutting the cookies, and gingerly transferring them from spatula to cookie sheet, this was a race against time. The delicate dough started refrigerated but softened with each touch of a finger or roll of the rolling pin. It was a real triumph to get the 1/8" thin slices onto those cookie sheets, and then to get them safely into and out of the hot oven.

Facepaint For my second grader, today was a trip to her hair and nail salon, where, draped in towels to soak up the water, I got all kinds of products massaged into my hair, followed by a facepainting design on my forehead ("Obama" -- her idea), followed by a manicure of alternating green and blue polish. I returned the favor by doing her nails and toes to complement the eyes and cheeks facepainting her daddy had already done for her.

I call this kind of interaction "stoking the fire." Connections that nurture the heart and the soul. That let them know there's no place else I'd rather be right then than in their world with them.

I couldn't have gone to Denver, of course, without a great support system already in place at home. My husband, one of his generation's greatest feminists, is already extremely involved in the kids' lives. As the one in the family who works part time, he is the one they can count on to be there for a performance or a game and he knows their routines better than I do. The other great factor in the equation is my mother, with whom we co-own our home and live a life of intertwinedness. So while I was in Denver, the family was just fine. The one who was missing, who missed out, who missed important things, was just me.

Secondgradequestions Of course, the Obama campaign hasn't ended now that I'm back, in fact it's stronger than ever. And the trick after a week of intense Obamaing is to re-integrate my volunteer work with the campaign into my home and work life. Both kids' teachers have asked me to come and talk about being a delegate at the convention. The second graders even prepared a list of questions in advance, including, "tell us about the music and fireworks," "how many people were outside on the last night," "were you visible on TV," and my favorite, "do you think Obama is good at math?"

They're old enough to know about Harriet Tubman, Ruby Bridges, Rosa Parks, and Martin Luther King, Jr. and that Obama's candidacy is the realization of millions of people's dreams over three centuries. They also know about Hillary Clinton, and the great significance of her candidacy. One day they will treasure the pictures I've taken of them in Obama garb, at Obama events, with Obama stuff.

For now, though, they'd rather see the pictures of the cookies, the facepaint, and the green ball.

Such is motherhood.