We leave today and I vacillate between unbelievably excited and unbelievably anxious. The excited part is easy: I am going to be living and breathing and participating in history. No matter what happens, my children, their children and theirs beyond will be able to say that I was there and I was fighting for them. Fighting–it ain’t over yet.
And that’s the anxiety part–it can’t be over yet. The Wikileaks documents just came out and my God, there was collusion. The process was rigged from the start. No integrity, no transparency, just the court jesters deciding who will be the queen. The joke, however, is on them. There is no way Bernie supporters will support her, no way anyone with any kind of integrity will support her. The best they’ve got cannot beat the orange goo the Republicans call their own. Ha!
If I thought the Republican convention was a shitshow (true confession: I couldn’t watch it was so disgusting), then the DNC is likely to rival it in it’s own sordid way. There are plots and plans aplenty, people in every online delegate group laying out strategies for how to derail the coronation. It’s overwhelming and exhausting. Facebook, Twitter, Slack, Messenger, Reddit…I have to turn it off.
Yet I fear that I’ll be out of the loop or miss vital information or fail to do the one true thing that will ensure Bernie’s nomination, so I turn it off, then turn it on, then turn it off, then turn it on… I’m tuning out the chatter and trying to listen to just a few trusted sources: Bernie’s campaign, the MDP for logistics, official DNC communication–again about logistics, TYT, adoptaberniedelegate.com (great newsletters and support), Michelle and Lena. There are just too many people making too much noise and worrying about minutiae and howling at the moon.
My strategy in Philly is to be inside the party and talk with people. Yes, I’m going to the welcome receptions. Why do we hold marches and protests and submit petitions? To be heard, to get a seat at the table. Well, we have a seat at the table and I’ve been elected to sit there and that is what I’m going to do. We can’t have change if we don’t talk to people and if there’s one thing I do well, it’s talk. Others will have to march.
So there are clothes strewn all over my bed; I’m trying to figure out my tablet, phone and computer capabilities; I’ve got 3 yoga mats packed for the morning yoga and I am going to take advantage of it to try to keep sane, and I hope to God I’ve got the right shoes–because it’s all about having the right shoes.
Oh, and I’m running for the School Board and as a write-in candidate for precinct delegate and all of that paperwork has to be done TODAY to make the filing deadline. When I get back, I get to run my own campaign and I am so excited because I am DOING what Bernie asked us to do–get involved. I’m also terrified of putting myself out there, but here’s the thing–it was the Canton Dems who reached out to me to ask me to run and they have been incredible. They are going to coach me and support me and they have made it safe for me to do this. Good people and we have to come home and work together for the state–but I just cannot bring myself to support Hillary. Lately on my Facebook Memories old posts–as early as 2012 have me posting about Bernie and wishing he would run for President. I’m faithful, if nothing else.
Time now to print out the DNC Platform so that I’m ready for the conversation.
Bernie 2016! And we’re heading to Philly.