Convention Day 1
The train hadn’t even pulled out of Union Station in D.C., when the news that Debbie Wasserman Schultz, head of the DNC, wasn’t going to resign until the end of the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia. It was hotter than you know what in D.C., and apparently the Democrats didn’t mind stewing in boiling water.
I’m not a delegate to the DNC; I’m a guest of a Superdelegate. I do, however, have a lifetime of work experience with the media and personal understanding of the issues. I’m a single working mom, supporting a teenage daughter and am thankful that Obamacare has allowed us to be insured for a major medical condition and prescription drug coverage. I pay a price, but at least I can buy it. I am looking at paying for college. I have experienced job loss among family, friends and personally as a result of the changing global economy. And, as a woman and mom, I certainly would love to see, and have my daughter see, a woman elected president of the United States of America. My first political experience was working the phones for the late Sen. Ted Kennedy when he ran for president.
That said, I was stunned by the tin ear the Clinton campaign has to what seems to be common sense. Schultz had to go. And she certainly shouldn’t be gaveling in the convention. Instead, Superdelegate tells me that neither the Obama folks nor the Clinton folks are going to force her out. Instead, they are going to let an entire news cycle focus on DWS instead of party unity, which is a major issue.
Indeed, the next morning after the PA delegate breakfast, Superdelegate tells me the Clinton folks want to focus on this being the work of the Russians in support of Trump when the point is DWS should apologize and resign immediately. Instead we spend the day with her fighting to gavel in the convention at 4 p.m.
Maybe it’s all the partying that has been going on. The night before U.S. Rep. Brady of Philadelphia hosted an exclusive nonpolitical bash at the SugarHouse Casino, with a spread of Philly foods (roast pork, cheesesteaks, soft pretzels), and music (Bobby Rydell), and more politicians than I saw in D.C. This was under the umbrella of nonprofit Phantastic Philadelpia and there were more than 1,000 people registered. I spotted Ryan Bizzarro from Erie, but one of the most photographed men in attendance (besides Brady) was Ben Franklin (the man under the wig is quite good). Since the party was stretching into the wee hours, I’m sure the delegate meetings at 8 a.m. were a hard wake-up for many.
DWS was booed at her own delegation meeting. Finally, there was an intervention and she did not bring the gavel down at 4 p.m.
Getting there was quite the trip. The protesters, mainly Bernie Sanders supporters, blocked off streets. After a 2-hour ride that was supposed to take 20 minutes, we walked the remaining mile in 97-degree heat, passed through Secret Service security and Superdelegate took his seat, actually he stood because there were no seats left for the PA delegates. I had a seat in the nosebleed section.
Fortunately, a bus driver gave me the tip to take the subway back to the hotel – a 15 minute ride, tops. Here I could watch Michelle Obama, Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders speak (and actually hear and see them). FLOTUS was amazing. Much more inspiring than Hillary. I hope HRC can at least have a small glimmer of that type of inspiration on Thursday, when I will stay at the Wells Fargo Center to see her speak. Mainly to feel the reaction of the crowd, without the media interpretation.
The Bernie supporters, however, still aren’t buying his support of Hillary Clinton. His speech was impressive. He outlined what his agenda had actually accomplished – pushing Clinton more toward the anti-establishment than the middle, which is where she would like to go.
Today’s roll call will be telling. That’s when HRC will become the nominee. I expect the protests to continue.