I have yet to fall victim to the spell that Obama has cast on the country. He would have had a better chance with me in 2004 ...Before his campaign started to so closely resemble the Bush campaign in 2000, when the media swooned because, well, he was the cool kind of guy you wanted to have a beer with, instead of the nerdy, wonky, stiff alternative.
So, once again, I find myself feeling relieved at the news that Nader's name will be on the ballot. Not because he will win, but because it means that I can go into that voting booth in November and make my voice heard, however lonely it is. You, Mr. R and Mr. D, do not represent me.
You don't graduate from UCSC with a degree in computer science without being well versed in the long and painful history of racism in this country, let alone with a degree in Women's Studies. I know all there is to know about the Ferraro controversy, the Rev. Wright controversy, the Bill in South Carolina controversy...and I still don't think Hillary is a racist. And neither am I.
As a senator, we certainly judged her, perhaps most harshly for her 2002 Iraq vote...I know I did.
When she cast that vote, I wrote her off. I didn't care how impressive a biography she had; I was done with her. There was nothing she would ever be able to do to redeem herself in my eyes.
Well... Last fall, listening to the Democratic debates, I started to remember what I liked about her. I remembered what it felt like when I was in school, and I'd get teased for wearing glasses, for always having the right answer, for trying to compete with the boys. I found myself in awe of her again. Despite wanting to hate her, to reject her, I found myself drawn in. Her astounding command of any topic amazed me. Inspired me. Impressed me.
Made me think, "Yeah, that's the kind of person I want sitting in the Oval Office."
I am sad. I am sad that I will not get to vote for Hillary in November. And, at the risk of opening myself up to accusations of racism, I will even admit that I'm sad that once again, it would appear that a black man gets there first. First to vote, first to be elected, first to the Supreme Court. I don't deny the importance of it; it would be nice, though, if just once, a woman could break through first.