Showing posts with label progressive politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label progressive politics. Show all posts

Sunday, February 22, 2026

Man of the People

When Jesse Jackson first ran for President in 1984, he was considered a symbolic candidate for the Democratic presidential nomination, because President Reagan was a shoo-in for re-election.  When he ran for the Democratic presidential nomination again in 1988, he was running to win.  Not necessarily win the nomination - establishment Democrats, who have historically screwed things up for the party in the past four decades, had established the idea of "superdelegates" to prevent that, as Jackson's peer and brother in arms Bernie Sanders would later find out - but to win a better future for America.
Jesse Jackson, who died at 84 last week, was never going to win the Presidency - not because he was black, but because he espoused policies that had fallen out of favor with mainstream America, such as federal aid to urban areas, single-payer health care, and affirmative-action benchmarks for employment (which has since morphed into diversity, equity and inclusion).  Progressive policies had fallen out of favor in the 1980s at the expense of a supply-side economic policy of incentives for corporations to produce more goods and employ more people, free-market competition, and deregulation of financial institutions.  All of that failed.  Which is why, ironically, Jackson was also ahead of his time.  He was a harbinger of the early-twenty-first-century movement spearheaded by Bernie Sanders.
Jackson was fully committed to civil rights long after the movement faded in the 1970s in the mistaken assumption that the heavy lifting had been done and moderation in the pursuit of incremental progress was all that was needed going forward.  Jackson was prescient enough to know that much more was needed to be done still, and he never wavered from that.  But, in his campaign for economic justice through his group People United to Serve Humanity (PUSH) and for reconciliation with the nation's adversaries (he famously embraced Yasir Arafat and helped free an American serviceman by negotiating with Syrian dictator Hafez al-Assad), Jackson expanded beyond the Rainbow Coalition, which he called the political operation representing his core supporters.  When he established the Rainbow Coalition in 1984, it represented only a single hue - black.  By 1988, he'd added white and brown to his color chart, attracting white farmers in Iowa facing foreclosure, Mexican-American fieldworkers in the corporate farms of California, and Puerto Rican domestic workers in East Harlem, as well as a multiracial assemblage of industrial workers in the Rust Belt who'd seen the desire for corporations to make more money and reward shareholders instead of employees lead to their jobs going overseas.  The 1980s ended as unhappily as they'd begun - George H.W. Bush locked Reagan's conservative revolution in place - but Jesse Jackson inspired people to dream bigger, he got more minorities to register to vote, he ran a pair of presidential campaigns that cleared the path for Barack Obama to win the Presidency, and he encouraged people to "keep hope alive."  (The Rainbow Coalition and PUSH ultimately merged, becoming the Rainbow-PUSH Coalition.)
Jesse Jackson never tired.  He fought back against one wave of right-wing activism after another, be it the Gingrich revolution, 2001 and 2003 George W. Bush tax cuts, or the Tea Party movement.  Now, with MAGA beginning to falter and the movement Jackson nurtured and Sanders assumed breaking through, it seems like we as a people could soon get to the Promised Land.  The Reverend Jackson obviously won't get there with the rest of us, but he was in the fight long enough to make it possible for the rest of us to get there.  Unlike his mentor Martin Luther King, Jr., Jackson found that longevity had a place for him.
I never supported Jesse Jackson for President for one simple reason - I felt that, having held no previous elective office or had no previous military service, he was not qualified.  (Alas, those two deficiencies failed to stop Donald Trump in 2016.)  But I did support what he stood for. I still do.  RIP. 

Saturday, August 15, 2020

The People's Convention?

A People's Convention is being held virtually on Sunday, August 30, after the major party conventions, to start a movement for a new party for the people. Oh . . . someone's offering an alternative to the Democrats and Republicans now?

Too little, too late.
As I recall, I was calling for a new party to replace the then-worthless Democrats in early 2017, after Hillary Clinton had her rear end handed to her in the presidential election and the Democrats only had congressional minorities in Washington and few legislative majorities in the states.  They were at death's door, as the Whigs had been in 1852.  There were many disaffected Democrats and unaffiliated progressives who were ready to start a new party like the disaffected Whigs, the Free-Soilers, and anti-slavery Democrats had been in the 1850s to form a new Republican Party and use the period in advance of the next presidential election to build up steam.  Instead, progressives did . . . nothing.  They never called a convention.  They never attempted to do the hard work it takes to build a  new party over time; they preferred to take the easy way out by encouraging Bernie Sanders to run for President as a Democrat again.  All they did to change the Democratic Party was get the Squad elected to U.S. House seats in districts so safely Democratic the voters would have voted for rusted-out Toyotas if they had Ds next to their names on the ballot.  
Reform the Democratic Party from within?  Even Lincoln, a Whig in 1855, realized that reforming an established party is a fool's errand, which is why he was a Republican in 1856.  And the Republican presidential candidate in 1860.  And he won.
So I don't want to hear any more about a People's Convention, which will feature, among others, comedian Jimmy Dore, failed politician Nina Turner, and Professor Cornel West.  Where were these people in January 2017?  Why didn't they call a convention then?  I wouldn't buy a used car from any of them.
Least of all a rusted-out Toyota.

Monday, November 19, 2018

O Alexandria!

I have a new celebrity crush.  I'm in love with Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.
Yes.  I'm hot for the woman soon to become the U.S. Representative for New York State's Fourteenth U.S. House District. Because she's cooler and more exciting than any movie star or top model today.
Yes, I've long had a crush on Olympic swimmer Janet Evans, as you all know, but now she seems a bit too California, too all-American, and besides, unlike Ms. Ocasio-Cortez, she's already married.   Besides, it's hard to resist the appeal of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, easily on her way to becoming Washington's most eligible bachelorette.
For starters, she's hot.  She defines puertoriqueña hotness more than Jennifer Lopez or Joan Smalls, the two previous avatars of Puerto Rican womanhood.  That ravenous black hair, that slender figure, that olive complexion, those smoldering charcoal eyes - ooh,  I just melt! :-D  And of course, there's that inter-ethnic attraction, which adds a little mystery and romance to any relationship.  But looks aren't everything, and in this day and age, that's been made clear in no uncertain terms.  No, I love her especially for her politics. She wants to make Medicare available for everyone!  She wants to mandate a living wage for every American!  She wants free college!  She wants gun control!  She wants Americans to have something like ICE - no, not the Immigration and Customs Enforcement bureau, which she wants to abolish . . . I mean she wants us to have something like the Inter-City Express bullet trains in Germany.  At least I think she does, since progressives like she support more mass transit.  But the biggest reason I love her is she wants to do something about climate change - now! 
How serious is she about climate change?  Enough to storm into the office of Representative Frank Pallone (D-NJ), the incoming chairman of the House Energy and Commerce Committee, and urge him to form a panel to figure out what to do about it.  Enough to join protesters in front of House Speaker-designate Nancy Pelosi's office advocating for a  "Green New Deal" to create jobs in renewable energy and sustainable infrastructure.  She's truly a woman after my own heart.  She's got spunk.
Unlike Lou Grant, I love spunk.
I also have a feeling that Ms. Ocasio-Cortez - ooh, I love that double surname, it sounds so classy, so . . . British! - will one day become our first Latina President, and I would love to be her First Gentleman.  Indeed, any male American liberal would consider it an honor to be the husband of the first Hispanic woman in the White House.  Because she'd be a President who only makes men melt - not glaciers!  And while there are many beautiful, intelligent women who can take you to a place where no one's ever been, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is ready to take America to a place it's never been before - a place where everyone can see a doctor and get there without a car.  (Unless they want to use a car, but their cars will be electric subcompacts.)  She made me swoon with her pro-Palestinian stand on the Arab-Israeli conflict before I even noticed how lovely she is.  She's drop-dead gorgeous and against the death penalty!  Wow, how great is that?     
The only drawback here is that she's 24 years younger than I am, meaning that I'm old enough to be her father.  But heck, French President Emmanuel Macron has a wife 25 years older than he is,  so if a First Spouse can be a generation older than the president in France, what would be so bad about me being a generation older than my gorgeous-President wife?
So, Alex - may I call you Alex? - will you marry me? :-)
Now, I'm obviously being tongue-in-cheek here, as I never expect to even meet Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, much less marry her.  But I do love this woman, and mainly because she has the right priorities for this country and I want to see her have a long, successful political career.  And she is hot. ;-)
But I doubt if I could have a successful relationship with any woman too young to remember the Reagan administration.  It all comes down to musical taste.  Women of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez's generation are all into Taylor Swift or Rihanna.  Ms. Ocasio-Cortez would probably think that Crosby, Stills and Nash are my lawyers.
Carry on. ;-)