Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Barack & Me

This is a monumental speech.





I've been flirting with Barack-as a candidate-for quite some time. His speech today, "A More Perfect Union," sealed it for me. He has my support and my vote. (Yeah, I know, voting for a Democratic candidate in Massachusetts is about as surprising as getting wet in the shower).

Watch the speech, or read the text here.

You will see a politician who hasn't sold his soul to politics. You will see a man stepping up and dealing with a controversy head-on, without hair-splitting and qualifiers and pandering as has been the political de rigeur for so long. You will see the potential leader of the free world take ownership and turn a campaign trail negative into a positive moment of honesty and forthrightness, in tackling a subject so taboo that politicians-and indeed, we as a nation as a whole-have avoided a macro discussion of for far too long.

Barack Obama's speech today laid bare the complexity of the racial situation in America. The causes that led to the current stalemate. Yes, he also addressed head-on the comments of Reverend Jeremiah Wright that sparked the controversy. He didn't defend the comments, but rather condemned the words while contextualizing the realities of where those words came from. It's neither a defense nor a justification. What it is is very simply an insight into sentiments and resentments that no white person can truly understand. Nobody ever called me a n****r, after all. My grandparents were immigrants, but they were not systemically denied entry to the American dream. Who are we as white people to question the black experience in America? Equally as important, as he noted in today's speech, is the need for black America to stop blaming all of the problems in their community on white America. We are ALL Americans. We are ALL America. Personal responsibility...which party is it, again, that constantly espouses personal responsibility and self-reliance? Funny that this liberal is the one speaking truth to power.

What today's speech did was open a real dialogue. Obama embraces hope, sure, but it is a realistic hope, a desire for a pragmatic unity. Rather than the continued politics of demagoguery, of meaningless platitudes offered to the public while the special interests and self-serving politicians feed unimpeded at the public trough, Obama offers another way. A genuine belief that we can do better. A belief that the relatively small yet frighteningly powerful coterie of special interests and lobbyists and corporate interests come second to the American people. A belief that the American people, even with all of our differences, ultimately want the same things...a better world for our families, our children. Better schools, access to quality healthcare, equal access to opportunity.

Divide & conquer has been the dominant political strategy in this country for generations. Mass media (largely corporate owned, don't forget) embraces and furthers this strategy now more than ever. Keep the proletariat distracted with the travails of idiotic celebrities and manufactured controversy. Proffer rigid political ideologies and blame the "other" for all of America's problems. Never, ever forget that green is the only color that ultimately matters in the corporate world.

You may not agree with all of his policies. I don't. He's much more liberal than I am. Yet I find myself inspired by him, inspired by the notion of a new way in America. Inspired by a man who is finally saying enough is enough, we can do better. The present administration sold out the people of this country. For too long in America, the few have benefited at great expense to the many. It is long past time to remedy this situation. He may not be the perfect candidate, but Barack Obama is the best candidate and the best hope for America to inch ever closer to the more perfect union our forefathers' intended.

God bless and Go Barack.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Idealism in the Promised Land

I was driving home yesterday, feeling restless and contemplative, when Bruce's The Promised Land came over the Sirius airwaves. Ever feel like a character in a song? Ever see those characters fully realized, a movie only you can see? Happens to me all the time. Happens to anyone who feels their music deep in their soul, anyone who has ever felt the music penetrate them so deeply that it becomes a part of them. Usually strikes as a teenager, the music becoming your self-defining soundtrack, the source of solace and belonging and energy and happiness. That moment when you discover that you're not alone, you're not the only one feeling this feeling...

I've been told that feeling fades, that as you get older and life's various realities and obligations take precedence. Jobs, families, mortgages, illnesses, etc. Music becomes background noise. Concerts become fond memories, anecdotes shared with friends. But that's just what I've been told. My experience is very different.

That teenage passion, that fire in the soul...it still burns as intensely as ever. The music still moves me more than anything, still provides comfort and understanding and perspective and solidarity, still a reminder that someone else at some point has felt the way I'm feeling right now.

Yesterday, with a head full of doubt and discontent, with the fire of a man knocked off a path and hell-bent on climbing back on...I found myself singing at the top of my lungs, spitting out the words like the action of doing so led directly to redemption.

Mister I ain't a boy no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land


Chronologically, I've been a man for a long time. But in my head, I'm still young and wild and free. Still walking along that edge, still on the outside looking in.

I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start


Don't we all feel that way at some point? The monotony of this routine, the crushing weight of being trapped in a life that you didn't plan for? Wanting action, wanting to escape?

There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted


Yeah...the freedom of the road. One of Bruce's enduring images, a motif he's returned to time and again. This time driving straight into the storm to face it head on, with only faith for support. Faith keeps dreams alive.

My dreams are still alive. When your dreams die, you die. Maybe I'm naive or crazy or too romantic for my own good. But I still believe in the Promised Land. I still believe I'm gonna ride off into the desert, my girl by my side, and reach that Promised Land. It could be closer than we think. I'm still going to let the music flow through me the way my blood does, keeping me alive. Anyone can live, man...but the music keeps me alive. Nobody can take your dreams from you unless you let them. Fuck that.

Turn me on, turn it up. Stop drafting my dreams.