Shhhhh . . . Don't Tell Anyone (DNC Day III)
I will, however, thank God for C-Span, so that I can at least watch the proceedings without the incessant bloviations of the chattering classes who can tell us all what to think and why and what it all means, as if Bob Graham’s speech somehow represented a tipping point on which the entire election, the fate of the free world, teeters. It is quite tough enough to sit through Graham’s speech without hearing it rehashed and filtered through the lens of that insufferable gasbag twit Tucker Carlson or that social climbing hick James Carville. C-Span is a good thing. Not ESPN-good, maybe not even Spike TV-good, but it may well be “Hey, PBS, you lookin’ at me?”-good.
Another very good thing? The Daily Show with John Stewart. I am grateful for its wit. I am grateful for its scathing insights. But more importantly, I am grateful for the fact that after a few hours of everybody taking themselves so damned seriously there is some source that tries to penetrate it with a healthy dose of mockery and cynicism. But if it were mere mockery and cynicism, it would just be a more politicized Saturday Night live. On a regular basis, The Daily Show is also insightful; and smart and interesting. And very, very funny.
What of tonight’s speeches? The fact is that most of them went by like highway mile markers. It’s not that you don’t notice them periodically. It’s just that most of them are not that memorable. I would say there were two, or possibly three truly memorable speeches tonight, and even that simply by the measure of the convention and not in historical terms or even political terms.
The first of these was Al Sharpton’s speech. I was holding my breath on this one. It doesn’t matter how much he tries to redeem himself. it does not matter how much he comes through with the only memorable quote anytime he is on stage. It does not matter that when he is being reasonable he can be insightful and smart and compassionate and funny. For too many of us, the one image from which Sharpton can never recover is the Tawana Brawley nightmare in the 1980s and Sharpton’s subsequent years of grandstanding and playing the race card and standing out as equal parts entertaining buffoon and dangerous demagogue. And so Sharpton’s time on stage, for all some of us were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt that he had grown and changed and reformed but who would never give him our vote, was something we dreaded. And yet he not only acquitted himself well, but he gave a speech that rose to the rafters and clearly grabbed members of the audience the Democrats need to make sure to grab, to get on their feet, to feel and believe and hope. By that standard, Sharpton did his job. He ought not to be talking about foreign policy. But he did, and when he did there were some cringe-inspiring moments. but for those of us who feared that he might well go off the deep end, there was a moment of relief when instead he used his best speakers intonation and got the crowd rolling. Too much of this and the convention would have been a farce. Too little and it would have been a joke. there were a few moments where I generally found myself really into Sharpton’s speech, where he evoked all of the emotions he intended to. I’ll neither forget nor will I forgive him entirely for Tawana Brawley, but as far as speeches in the early evening on the Wednesday of the convention, I thought he earned some points.
The second speech is directly tied to the first, Senator Graham must have seriously pissed someone off in the National Committee, because putting him after Sharpton was like following a bottle of Jack Daniels with a handful of barbiturates. Probably not smart. Graham is not the most dynamic guy in the world. And he is a little on the peculiar side (perhaps between entries on darning socks and changing ink pens, Graham said something nasty about Terry McCauley in his infamous diaries?). And so placing him after the very dynamic, and the very crowd pleasing Sharpton, placing him on the rostrum while Sharpton’s people were still in a high speed wobble, well that just was not smart. You don’t have to put another firebrand up next to him, but couldn’t this be the time for one of the throwaways rather than the time for a still respected senior senator who undoubtedly deserved a little better?
The final memorable speech of the night was the centerpiece, john Edwards’ address to the convention. I thought he did a good job. he certainly stayed on message, and I loved the line about destroying the terrorists. If Kerry makes that point clear half as well, President Bush is going to have his work cut out for him. The only real criticism I have of the Edwards speech, and this is hardly all that critical, is that he did not answer the one question some might have of him: Is he ruthless enough to do the traditional job of the #2 slot, which is to be the attack dog, to say the things that the candidate is not supposed to? Now maybe the Kerry-Edwards ticket will not work that way. Or maybe Edwards will be stealthy about it and thought that the goal for tonight was to perpetuate this positive unity that the Fleet Center has exuded for the last three days. I am not certain. I am obviously inclined to think this way, but on the whole, I really thought he did a great job and validated Kerry’s faith in him. Many of you, I am certain, believe that I am wrong. But so far, even if I am only maintaining my blanket (well, sort of0 coverage for you, the faithful Rebunk reader, and even if it is beginning to wear on me, my generally positive impressions continue to hold sway.
By the way, my insider’s understanding is that even if it takes several ballots and shifty machinations in smoke-filled rooms, John F. Kerry is going to emerge as the Democratic nominee for the presidency of the United States of America tonight. Details are sketchy, but I understand he served in Vietnam. I’m sure we’ll get the background over the next few days on this scrappy underdog from Massachusetts.