Hey NE Ohioans!
I work in a physician's office in East Cleveland. After hearing so many of my patients express their support of Obama, I asked my boss (who owns half interest in the building) if she thought it would be possible to have a voter registration in the building during office hours. She said anything that would help to elect Obama would be fine.
So is there anyone out there willing to help facilitate this? I will not be able to actively participate because I think that would be slightly unethical but I can help with setting it up. I know there is a large population of unregistered voters in the area and I'm sure we have a fair share as patients. There are two physician offices in the building and on certain days, we probably have a traffic stream of over 100 people.
Contact me at Ladycook99@aol.com.
YES WE CAN...
This is one of the most momentous days in my life. The ups and downs, the sheer exhilaration and the near despair at times...What a ride it's been! Obama is the Democratic Nominee for the President of the United States of America!
And I realize it's not over but right now at this point, I just want to stop and think and enjoy and cry and do all those things that such a night inspires.
To my fellow Obama supporters, I wish there were some way I could be with you all in person. Oh what a party it would be! Thanks to all of you who unknowingly helped me remain positive even on the darkest days.
My heart is so full, I'm not even sure what else I want to say. But I truly thank God for allowing me to be alive to see this historic and hopeful moment in time. I thank Senator Obama and his family for stepping up and being led to this tremendous leadership position.
The only thing that would make this night even more perfect would be if my mom and her brothers were alive to share this victory with me.
Right now I refuse to think beyond tonight or tomorrow. I plan to enjoy the evening fully. Then on Thursday, I'll be ready to take on the republicans!
Remember my fellow Obama supporters...YES WE DID!!!!!!!!!!!
If you care to go back to the beginning for a remembrance, check out the Yes We Can video again - http://www.dipdive.com/dip-politics/ywc/
Hope to see you all in DC on January 20, 2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This Open Letter from Alice Walker is very thought provoking.
have come home from a long stay in Mexico to find — because of the presidential campaign, and especially because of the Obama/Clinton race for the Democratic nomination — a new country existing alongside the old.On any given day we, collectively, become the Goddess of the Three Directions and can look back into the past, look at ourselves just where we are, and take a glance, as well, into the future. It is a space with which I am familiar. When I was born in 1944, my parents lived on a middle Georgia plantation that was owned by a white distant relative, Miss May Montgomery (during my childhood it was necessary to address all white girls as "Miss" when they reached the age of twelve). She would never admit to this relationship, of course, except to mock it. Told by my parents that several of their children would not eat chicken skin, she responded that Of course they would not. No Montgomerys would.My parents and older siblings did everything imaginable for Miss May. They planted and raised her cotton and corn, fed and killed and processed her cattle and hogs, painted her house, patched her roof, ran her dairy, and, among countless other duties and responsibilities, my father was her chauffeur, taking her anywhere she wanted to go at any hour of the day or night. She lived in a large white house with green shutters and a green, luxuriant lawn. Not quite as large as that of Tara, she of Gone With The Wind fame, but in the same style. We lived in a shack without electricity or running water, under a rusty tin roof that let in wind and rain.Miss May went to school as a girl. The school my parents and their neighbors built for us was burned to the ground by local racists who wanted to keep ignorant their competitors in tenant farming. During the Depression, desperate to feed his hardworking family, my father asked for a raise from 10 dollars a month to 12. Miss May responded that she would not pay that amount to a white man and she certainly wouldn't pay it to a nigger. That before she'd pay a nigger that much money she'd milk the dairy cows herself. When I look back, this is part of what I see. I see the school bus carrying white children, boys and girls, right past me, and my brothers, as we trudge on foot five miles to school. Later, I see my parents struggling to build a school out of discarded army barracks while white students, girls and boys, enjoy a building made of brick.We had no books; we inherited the cast-off books that "Jane" and "Dick" had previously used in the all-white school that we were not, as black children, permitted to enter. The year I turned 50, one of my relatives told me she had started reading my books for children in the library in my hometown. I had had no idea — so kept from black people it had been — that such a place existed. To this day, knowing my presence was not wanted in the public library when I was a child, I am highly uncomfortable in libraries and will rarely, unless I am there to help build, repair, refurbish or raise money to keep them open, enter their doors.When I joined the freedom movement in Mississippi in my early twenties it was to come to the aid of sharecroppers, like my parents, who had been thrown off the land they'd always known, the plantations, because they attempted to exercise their "democratic" right to vote.I wish I could say white women treated me and other black people a lot better than the men did, but I cannot. It seemed to me then and it seems to me now that white women have copied, all too often, the behavior of their fathers and their brothers, and in the South, especially in Mississippi, and before that, when I worked to register voters in Georgia, the broken bottles thrown at my head were gender free.I made my first white women friends in college; they were women who loved me and were loyal to our friendship, but I understood, as they did, that they were white women and that whiteness mattered. That, for instance, at Sarah Lawrence, where I was speedily inducted into the Board of Trustees practically as soon as I graduated, I made my way to the campus for meetings by train, subway and foot, while the other trustees, women and men, all white, made their way by limo. Because, in our country, with its painful history of unspeakable inequality, this is part of what whiteness means. I loved my school for trying to make me feel I mattered to it, but because of my relative poverty I knew I could not.I am a supporter of Obama because I believe he is the right person to lead the country at this time. He offers a rare opportunity for the country and the world to start over, and to do better. It is a deep sadness to me that many of my feminist white women friends cannot see him. Cannot see what he carries in his being. Cannot hear the fresh choices toward Movement he offers. That they can believe that millions of Americans — black, white, yellow, red and brown — choose Obama over Clinton only because he is a man, and black, feels tragic to me. When I have supported white people, men and women, it was because I thought them the best possible people to do whatever the job required. Nothing else would have occurred to me. If Obama were in any sense mediocre, he would be forgotten by now. He is, in fact, a remarkable human being, not perfect but humanly stunning, like King was and like Mandela is. We look at him, as we looked at them, and are glad to be of our species. He is the change America has been trying desperately and for centuries to hide, ignore, kill. The change America must have if we are to convince the rest of the world that we care about people other than our (white) selves.True to my inner Goddess of the Three Directions however, this does not mean I agree with everything Obama stands for. We differ on important points probably because I am older than he is, I am a woman and person of three colors, (African, Native American, European), I was born and raised in the American South, and when I look at the Earth's people, after sixty-four years of life, there is not one person I wish to see suffer, no matter what they have done to me or to anyone else; though I understand quite well the place of suffering, often, in human growth.I want a grown-up attitude toward Cuba, for instance, a country and a people I love; I want an end to the embargo that has harmed my friends and their children, children who, when I visit Cuba, trustingly turn their faces up for me to kiss.I agree with a teacher of mine, Howard Zinn, that war is as objectionable as cannibalism and slavery; it is beyond obsolete as a means of improving life. I want an end to the ongoing war immediately and I want the soldiers to be encouraged to destroy their weapons and to drive themselves out of Iraq.I want the Israeli government to be made accountable for its behavior towards the Palestinians, and I want the people of the United States to cease acting like they don't understand what is going on. All colonization, all occupation, all repression basically looks the same, whoever is doing it.Here our heads cannot remain stuck in the sand; our future depends on our ability to study, to learn, to understand what is in the records and what is before our eyes. But most of all I want someone with the self-confidence to talk to anyone, "enemy" or "friend," and this Obama has shown he can do. It is difficult to understand how one could vote for a person who is afraid to sit and talk to another human being. When you vote you are making someone a proxy for yourself; they are to speak when, and in places, you cannot. But if they find talking to someone else, who looks just like them, human, impossible, then what good is your vote? It is hard to relate what it feels like to see Mrs. Clinton (I wish she felt self-assured enough to use her own name) referred to as "a woman" while Barack Obama is always referred to as "a black man." One would think she is just any woman, colorless, race-less, past-less, but she is not. She carries all the history of white womanhood in America in her person; it would be a miracle if we, and the world, did not react to this fact.How dishonest it is, to attempt to make her innocent of her racial inheritance. I can easily imagine Obama sitting down and talking, person to person, with any leader, woman, man, child or common person, in the world, with no baggage of past servitude or race supremacy to mar their talks. I cannot see the same scenario with Mrs. Clinton, who would drag into 21st Century American leadership the same image of white privilege and distance from the reality of others' lives that has so marred our country's contacts with the rest of the world.And yes, I would adore having a woman president of the United States. My choice would be Representative Barbara Lee, who alone voted in Congress five years ago not to make war on Iraq. That to me is leadership, morality, and courage; if she had been white I would have cheered just as hard. But she is not running for the highest office in the land, Mrs. Clinton is. And because Mrs. Clinton is a woman and because she may be very good at what she does, many people, including some younger women in my own family, originally favored her over Obama.I understand this, almost. It is because, in my own nieces' case, there is little memory, apparently, of the foundational inequities that still plague people of color and poor whites in this country. Why, even though our family has been here longer than most North American families — and only partly due to the fact that we have Native American genes — we very recently, in my lifetime, secured the right to vote, and only after numbers of people suffered and died for it.When I offered the word "Womanism" many years ago, it was to give us a tool to use, as feminist women of color, in times like these. These are the moments we can see clearly, and must honor devotedly, our singular path as women of color in the United States.We are not white women and this truth has been ground into us for centuries, often in brutal ways. But neither are we inclined to follow a black person, man or woman, unless they demonstrate considerable courage, intelligence, compassion and substance.I am delighted that so many women of color support Barack Obama —and genuinely proud of the many young and old white women and men who do. Imagine: if he wins the presidency we will have not one but three black women in the White House. One tall, two somewhat shorter, and none of them carrying the washing in and out of the back door. The bottom line for most of us is: With whom do we have a better chance of surviving the madness and fear we are presently enduring, and with whom do we wish to set off on a journey of new possibility? In other words, as the Hopi elders would say: Who do we want in the boat with us as we head for the rapids? Who is likely to know how best to share the meager garden produce and water? We are advised by the Hopi elders to celebrate this time, whatever its adversities. We have come a long way, Sisters, and we are up to the challenges of our time. One of which is to build alliances based not on race, ethnicity, color, nationality, sexual preference or gender, but on Truth.Celebrate our journey. Enjoy the miracle we are witnessing. Do not stress over its outcome. Even if Obama becomes president, our country is in such ruin it may well be beyond his power to lead us toward rehabilitation.If he is elected, however, we must individually and collectively, as citizens of the planet, insist on helping him do the best job that can be done; more, we must insist that he demand this of us. It is a blessing that our mothers taught us not to fear hard work.Know, as the Hopi elders declare: The river has its destination. And remember, as poet June Jordan and Sweet Honey in the Rock never tired of telling us: We are the ones we have been waiting for.Namaste;And with all my love,Alice WalkerCazulNorthern CaliforniaFirst Day of SpringMarch 21, 2008
http://www.emorywheel.com/detail.php?n=25344
After laughing about the comments made by Bill Clinton about Gov Richardson being a Judas for endorsing Barack Obama, I started thinking about far more Judas-like behavior among the Clinton camp. We won’t mention their repetitive veiled endorsements of the republican candidate over their democratic rival.
While the role of the superdelegate still puzzles me, I guess we are stuck with it for now. What totally baffles me is how is it that superdelegates who are elected officials make decisions that are totally not reflective or representative of their constituents? They are entitled to vote for who they want within the voting booth, just as I am. I’m even comfortable with them campaigning for their personal choice of candidates.
My problem begins with my congresswoman from Ohio’s 11th Congressional District. She is a staunch Clinton supporter – no problems there. I am a staunch Obama supporter and believe everyone is entitled to their opinion. However, she plans to cast her superdelegate vote for Clinton and refuses to be swayed. She has even been quoted as saying “I’m sticking with my girl”. The problem with that is her congressional district overwhelmingly voted for Obama (109460 Obama, 47167 Clinton).
From my standpoint she has made a conscious decision to represent her own interests over those of her constituents. And even goes so far as to flaunt it in our faces basically saying there’s nothing we can do about it. However, she is wrong about that, very wrong. Perhaps there’s nothing we can do to change her mind in this election cycle but she should be very aware that she counts on us for re-election. This reminds me of taxation without representation.
She is a member of the Congressional Black Caucus, most of whom have also turned their backs on their fellow CBC member now running for president. The majority of their districts are not being represented by their superdelegate or delegate votes either. So remember my fellow “regular” voters, if these superdelegate and delegate voters don’t reflect or represent their constituents by the time the Democratic National Convention convenes, make your voice heard in the voting booth when their turns come up for re-election.
This article reinforces why it is important that we never underestimate the effect that our voices raised thru letter writing or phone calling have on the media and their sponsors. So keep writing and calling as long as they continue their biased, one-sided "reporting".
http://mediamatters.org/columns/200803040004
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/frank-schaeffer/mccains-church-hates-ame_b_92140.html
The whole article is eye-opening and many have probably seen or heard at least part of it. This is the part that moved me most.
"Preaching is a style of communication with its own cadences that is easy to mock and/or twist-by-sound-bite. The Clinton's smear machine, now tied to the FOX smear-machine, is playing a very dirty game. And the Clinton's know better.
As I recall both Clintons have been in plenty of black churches and understand the preaching style. If the Clintons were authentic progressives, or even authentic patriots, or just ordinary decent Americans, or just members of the Democratic Party who wanted their party to win in November, they would have led a furious defense of Obama and his pastor by putting things in perspective.If the Clintons were decent people Obama would never have had to give a speech on being black and being a presidential candidate, let alone explain his pastor. The Clintons would have stepped up for him. And if FOX News, MSNBC, CNN et al. weren't playing a filthy game for ratings this wouldn't be a story."
Here is the link to the video
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/23601329#23601329
This man said everything I would have said given half a chance about the charade that Senator Clinton's campaign has become.
The transcript can be found here - http://thenewshole.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2008/03/12/762678.aspx
Or you can read it in its entirety here
Finally, as promised, a Special Comment on the presidential campaign of the Junior Senator from New York. By way of necessary preface, President and Senator Clinton -- and the Senator's mother, and the Senator's brother -- were of immeasurable support to me at the moments when these very commentaries were the focus of the most surprise, the most uncertainty, and the most anger. My gratitude to them is abiding. Also, I am not here endorsing Senator Obama's nomination, nor suggesting it is inevitable. Thus I have fought with myself over whether or not to say anything. Senator, as it has reached its apex in their tone-deaf, arrogant, and insensitive reaction to the remarks of Geraldine Ferraro... your own advisors are slowly killing your chances to become President. Senator, their words, and your own, are now slowly killing the chances for any Democrat to become President. In your tepid response to this Ferraro disaster, you may sincerely think you are disenthralling an enchanted media, and righting an unfair advance bestowed on Senator Obama. You may think the matter has closed with Representative Ferraro's bitter, almost threatening resignation. But in fact, Senator, you are now campaigning, as if Barock Obama were the Democrat, and you… were the Republican.
We Are the Ones
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghSJsEVf0pU# - new video by will i am
people say Obama's words are just words...but...when was the last time "words" weren't important...???...
when was the last time a great leader didn't use words to lead...??...when was the last time a person didn't use words to describe how they felt...?...when was the last time "words" weren't empowering...?...
and we can all recall the last time "words" were used to divide us and install fear...
Bush used words to fear us into voting for him the second time around...terror this...terror that...nuclear here...weapons of mass destruction there...
and those words effected a lot of people's choices...
"enough is enough"...let's rebuild...
let's change ourselves...let's allow positivity to guide us...
let's take action....let's activate our passion...we are Americans....
and this is the first time in forever that someone running for president represents "US"...
some say this is all excitement...I call it "proud to be an American"...
