Mugger: Great Black Hope
Earlier this year I had the daft notion that no matter who won Novembers presidential election, Barack Obama or John McCain, the political rancor thats divided the country since Bill Clintons administrationand exacerbated greatly by the immediate, pre-Iraq, pre-Katrina loathing of George W. Bushwould dissipate and people would no longer risk rupturing friendships by debating current events in Washington, D.C. After all, even economic conservatives like myself couldnt deny the extraordinary charm of Obama, his ability to attract immense crowds populated by rhapsodic citizens of all ages and, perhaps most significantly, the first-term senators writing and rhetorical skills. On the other side, it was believable that Democrats wouldnt be entirely apoplectic if McCain prevailed, since hes a crusty old bird whos unpredictable and would probably serve just four years.
How incredibly naive for as is now apparent, if Obama loses (unlikely, but not out of the question), especially by a small margin, theres sure to be a firestorm from the Left that will make the Florida recount of 2000 seem like a student- council election. Obama, of course, is seen asfinally!the president who will return the United States to the halcyon 1,000 days of Camelot when John F. Kennedy brought to the White House not only vigah but a sense of optimism.
Never mind that had Richard Nixon, with the shift of a few hundred thousand votes in key states, won the 1960 election there wouldve been disappointment among his supporters but no great surprise. It doesnt matter that Kennedy was a hawk, a fiscal conservative and, as a surrogate for his fathers dashed ambitions, a rather grubby politician. All that changed when he was assassinated; and ever since then Democrats have tried in vain to recreate his (largely retrospective) charismatic leadership.
In my discussions with friends under the age of 30including one of my kidswho are enthusiastically plumping for Obama, they continuously compare the post-racial candidate to the Kennedy brothers (the inspirational ones, not Teddy), exclaiming that a new dawn is coming to America. I find this fairly comicalalthough keeping those thoughts private, since I already have a list of professional enemies that could fill the Manhattan white pagessince what they know about the 1960s is gleaned from lefty professors or nostalgic parents.
Sam Anderson, in a June 22 New York article (Raise High the Rafters), in which he gives a rhetorical analysis of Obamas upcoming nomination acceptance speech in Denver later this summer, traces the senators rapid canonization, as many have, to his convention speech in support of droopy John Kerry four years ago.
In 10 minutes, he writes, America watched [Obama] rip off the rumpled suit of anonymous, mild-mannered state-senatorhood and squeeze into the gaudy cape and tights of our national oratorical superheroa honey-tongued Frankenfusion of Lincoln, Gandhi, Cicero, Jesus, and all our most cherished national acronyms (MLK, JFK, RFK, FDR). That Anderson doesnt include Ronald Reagan in the pantheon is telling enough, but most of all, this guy isnt kidding, saying that Obama has justified much of the hype. At least he was right about Kerry.
If a huge number of Americans really do believe this sort of unprecedented hyperbole, a McCain inauguration next January might actually result in mayhem. The rejection of a modern-day combination of Jesus, Lincoln, Gandhi and Cicero just wont be tolerated. Already, despite some quibbles about Obama revealing his shrewd, if not uncommon, strategy of tacking to the center for the fall electionFISA, Iraq, the death penalty, gay marriage, etc.even the devotees of Pied Piper Kos dont believe for a second that once in office hell chuck all the Yes We Can jargon aside and assume the role of the worlds most respected leader, allowing Americans to travel abroad once more without fear of condemnation from morally superior Europeans.
The cover of Rolling Stones July 10 issue encapsulates the hysteria over Obama. Granted, that magazine has been in a state of unlamented rigor mortis ever since it left San Francisco for New York in 1976, hopping on the Jimmy Carter bandwagon. But as a cultural artifact it cant be dismissed as merely owner Jann Wenners unquenchable star-fucking. The cover is stripped of the usual headlinesno tease of a Rush or Eagles reunionand simply features a beatific, Jesus-like photo of Obama (wearing an American flag pin) with a winning smile and closed eyes.
Inside, Wenners interview with the probable next commander-in-chief is stomach churning, a pastiche of music chatter and suck-up questions. Wenner, whos often described as the quintessential example of a narcissistic Boomer, undoubtedly at one time dreamed of becoming Americas first rock-and-roll president (a baton he passed on, inexplicably, to Fleetwood Mac fan Bill Clinton in 1992). But as his personal baggage precluded a run for office, hes a self-appointed kingmaker instead. Obviously, he has lots of company in that roleit could be, right now, there are more kings than peasants in the Democratic Party and mediabut Wenner has no shame.
The magazine proprietor writes in his introduction about how refreshing it was that on the chartered 757 campaign plane (where he interviewed Obama) that there was no first-class seating, not even for the modern-day Cicero. No mention of carbon footprints, naturally. Wenners second question (which reminds me of a 93 White House interview he conducted with Clinton in which he twice asked the grumpy president if he was having fun) was about Obamas favorite songs by Bob Dylan. Americans will be captivated, and reassured, that the Chicago pol has the entirety of Blood on the Tracks on his iPod, as well as Howlin Wolf, John Coltrane, Elton John and the Stones.
No interview, even a softball one like this, in which Wenner concludes by telling Obama, Good luck. We are following you daily with great hope and admiration, would be complete without a meaningful discussion about Bruce Springsteen.
Wenner: And you call him the Boss?
Obama: Youve got to.
The candidate goes on to exclaim, Bruce is, as Wenner might say, the shit. Less colloquially, Obama gushes, Not only do I love Bruces music, but I just love him as a person. He is a guy who has never lost track of his roots, who knows who he is, who has never put on a front. I guess Mr. Barack hasnt given Springsteens poignant Brilliant Disguise many listens, since the wealthy singer bares in that song his mixed-up confusion in the wake of his first marriages dissolution.
Oh, and then Obama adds, We havent actually met in person.
As Ive written before, I hope that McCain pulls off a minor miracle and becomes president next year; but if he doesnt, Im already resigned to an Obama presidency, which promises to be entertaining and intellectually stimulating, if very scary on the foreign policy and economic front. Im just so relieved that Hillary Clinton wont occupy the Oval Office (and probably wont ever be invited for an informal chat) that I can live with the results. But as the hype among Obamas media enablers builds and builds and builds, I dont think my Democrat friends will be quite as sanguine should their man lose.