A few days ago, I was going through some old email and I came across a note I'd sent to a friend of mine, a frequent reader but very rare poster here on DU. I had told her that there was an essay here that truly captured, far better than I myself could, how I had felt as the presidential campaign entered the home stretch. By the time I came across the note in my files, I'd forgotten what the DU post was about, so I clicked on the link and there it was, composed by K Gardner and posted on 28 September, back in those fearful/hopeful days when we didn't know what the future would bring.
"Miss Jean Louise, Stand Up, Your Father's Passin'."
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=132x7226200Reading it now, six months later and more than the obligatory 100 day honeymoon into the new administration, I wonder. . . .
What happened to that man, in whom we saw such promise and such hope? What happened to the grace and dignity that allowed him to persevere in the face of ignorance and hate? John McCain wouldn't look him in the eye, cast slurs of "that one" in his face, and he didn't lower himself to return the insult ever, at any point. Grace and courage under fire. Humility in victory, embracing former rivals on the level of their common goals and shared wisdom. Challenges to all of us to join in a united effort to make our world -- not just our nation -- a better place.
What happened? What the hell happened?
The system did not defeat Atticus Finch. It did not corrupt him; it did not steal his soul, his integrity, his sense of himself. It did not make him seek compromises/capitulations with his enemies, with those he thought were wrong. Whatever the cost, he did what he believed was the right thing to do. The only thing a man of integrity could do.
Can the same be said of Barack Obama. . . . today?
Where is his passion? Where is his sense of doing what is right, regardless the cost? To whom has he stood up and confronted them with their wrongness, their errors, their lack of compassion?
So many of us saw ideals embodied in the candidate Obama. We wept, openly and unashamedly, at his victory. We applauded his intention to "hit the ground running" as soon as the election was over.
And then something happened. For some of us, it happened early. Perhaps those who hated the Clintons and so much of what they stood for saw the selection of Hillary as secretary of state as the "click" that turned off the enthusiasm. For others it was the nomination of Timothy Geithner as secretary of the treasury. For others it might have been the retention of Robert Gates as secretary of defense. Someone else might have seen the stumbles on Daschle's nomination to be a slip that revealed the idol had some mud on his shoes, if not outright feet of clay.
It's true that we have a representative democracy. We elect our leaders not to do what we want or tell them to do, but to stand in for us and in a sense think and act and legislate and rule on our behalf. We place our trust in them, and short of recall or impeachment, they are there until we replace them with another election or they choose to leave.
And so Barack Obama is under no obligation to carry out the policies "we" want him to. No legal obligation, that is.
But what about the moral obligation? What about the moral obligation not to let those who approved of, ordered, and carried out torture to get away with it? What about the moral obligation to stand up for the people and stand down for the corporations that have bled them dry? What about the moral obligation to put the rights and lives and livelihoods of workers ahead of the rights of stockholders/financial gamblers? What about the moral obligation to make the physical environment of our planet more conducive to life for all creatures, not just the rapacious species of homo sapiens?
If I saw the promise of Atticus Finch in the Barack Obama of 28 September 2008, I no longer do. The promise has not been kept. Perhaps it will be, perhaps, but there is far too much nuancing and compromising and backscratching and negotiating and aisle-crossing to be erased before I would tell my grandchildren, "Stand up, Master Andrew and Master Elliot, your president is passin'," with the heart-felt sense of respect that Atticus Finch had earned. Promises unkept aren't enough; Barack Obama hasn't yet earned it.
Tansy Gold