Filed under: Women of Campaign 2008
As a woman who is very interested in politics, this was a bittersweet year for me. I am thrilled by the success of the Democratic party in races across the country, and most importantly in the very symbolic victory of Barack Obama. Like many of you, I found myself tearing up as he made his election night address at Grant Park in Chicago. Despite the economic hardships we are facing in the coming months, that single moment felt chock full of real possibility. I look forward to his administration and the change that it will bring—to energy policy and the fight against global warming, to our health care policy, to our status in the world, to our day-to-day lives.
But I can’t turn the page on Campaign 2008 without noting how greatly it has saddened me as a woman—specifically in regard to women’s status politically. For this year, in my very humble opinion, was the year we became our own worst political enemies.
Let me say first that I was a Hillary Clinton supporter, and a strong one—as were most of my family (including the men.) What we liked about her was her pragmatism, her ideas, her inside knowledge of the workings of the West Wing. We felt she would be the Democrat to hit the ground running with the greatest speed and efficiency. And there were 18 million people who agreed with us. But how successful Hillary would have been we will never know.
But when Obama won the Democratic nomination, I immediately transferred my loyalty to him—even before Hillary’s graceful and stirring convention speech, where she urged her 18 million followers to do the same. Some of these supporters were unwilling, however. Some, who dubbed themselves “PUMAs” (for Party Unity My Ass) were indignant about the loss, and refused to back Obama, despite the fact that his campaign platform was incredibly similar to Hillary’s. In their protests against Obama, some PUMAs were spiteful, some were conspiracy theorists (saying the electorate had been “hoodwinked” by Obama, the DNC, and the media), some were propagandists, and some were downright offensive. I was ashamed. Because part of my belief about the importance of bringing more women to elected office is that we can raise the level of discourse. But we can’t do it by complaining, or wailing, or saying “why me?”
Even now that the election is over, the PUMAs are still howling from their outposts in the hills. They are muttering that Hillary should not become Obama’s Secretary of State, if she is asked. They are saying that it will ruin her chances to run in 2012. And while I understand these womens’ right to feel passionate about their candidate, what I don’t agree with is the way they go about showing it—with vitriol and nastiness. There can be dignity in political dissension. And they could certainly put their passion to better use.
The issue of dignity brings me to the case of Sarah Palin. I am no more proud of the PUMAs than I am the idiots who wore “Sarah Palin is a C*NT” tshirts to political rallies. That sort of behavior is offensive to all women. Say what you will about Sarah Palin (and I have said a lot), she does not deserve that kind of treatment. We should be able to win our political arguments with civility—if we can’t, we mustn’t have much of an argument to begin with.
Her surprise selection as VP inspired both adulation and revulsion among women. I belong to that group of women who considered Palin’s candidacy to be an assault upon the integrity of political women—and no, not because she was stupid, or she wore expensive clothes, or because she was better looking than me. It was because she wasn’t intellectually curious, because she thought mere ambition qualified her for the Vice Presidency (and, by extension, the Presidency), because she thought the hand holding the door of national political office open was God’s, and not the men who control the Republican party. And that sort of proud ignorance is the worst kind of enemy to any woman seeking political office.
Her performance at the recent Republican Governors’ Association meeting was a good example of how out of her depth she is. While her speech about the future of the party gained some applause (despite its overall rhetorical awkwardness), what will remain as a lasting image of that Conference is Governor Rick Perry of Texas gently pushing Palin aside as he ended her press conference with “no more questions.” The moment had huge symbolic importance—not only in terms of how sexist it was—but also in terms of Palin’s role in the Republican party. Because until she educates herself on policy and starts talking substance instead of folksy platitudes, no one, not least the Republican party, will take her seriously. She will be (as she is now) a pawn, a photo op, a pin up. And worst, a joke.
We need women on both sides of the aisle who can fight the good fight, regardless of their political ideology. Women who have the intellect, experience and credentials to meet men eye-to-eye. And we need them in numbers. For even in this day and age, when women now outnumber men in our country, there will only be 17 women sitting in a Senate chamber of 100 when the 111th Congress begins in January. There will only be 77 women in the 435-member House of Representatives. And 8 of 50 state governorships will be held by women.
It will take more than one woman’s symbolic candidacy at the highest level to change things. It will take one village electing a woman, and then another, and then another, and then another. It will take a groundswell of women actively seeking and encouraging other women to become candidates. It will take women who are willing to run, and to fail, and to get up and run again. It will take supportive spouses and partners helping to shoulder the responsibilities of home and family while women manage their campaigns. It will take more of us getting involved in the political process. It will take donors. It will take talent. It will take time.
So let’s begin.
Filed under: Women of Campaign 2008 | Tags: Bill Clinton, Hillary Clinton, President-Elect Obama, purgatory, Secretary of State
When I was six, I learned about purgatory from my first grade teacher, Sister Kathleen. For those of you without the privilege of a Catholic upbringing, purgatory, is, of course, that place between heaven and hell where people’s souls go when they didn’t entirely suck during their lives, but who weren’t good enough to pass St. Peter’s inspection at the Pearly Gates, either. So instead, they went to purgatory, where they had to wait for redemption–for their souls to become clean–before they could be allowed into heaven. And that waiting could last for a long, long time. Sort of like the checkout line at Costco on the day after Thanksgiving. Like, forever.
Now, for some reason, at six, I had a rather difficult time with the concept of a “soul.” There were never any pictures of souls anywhere, no points of reference for me to refer to. When Sister Kathleen said they were deep down inside of us, I turned to a classmate, and asked “where?” And he, with an air of very pronounced solemnity, poked me in the belly and said, “in there.” And since the only thing for sure I knew I had inside of me was bones (I’d had an xray of my ankle once), I assumed that my soul was a bone. Yes, my soul was a bone, deep inside my belly.
So when Sister Kathleen told my class that sins were black marks on our souls, I started to picture people walking around with polka dot bones in their abdomen. And the bones could be really, really clean for good people with only teeny, tiny dark dots on them–they were the ones that went to heaven. Or some really bad people (like the girl who stole 75 cents and a bag of jelly candies out of my locker one time) could have bones that looked mostly black, with only little specks of white peeking out here and there. They were the ones that went to hell.
But it was the in-between soul bones, the ones that looked a bit like the skin of a Dalmatian, that would go to purgatory. And since purgatory was a place for the souls to become clean again, I imagined a great laundromat in the sky, with a long line of bones waiting their turn for a wash and dry cycle. And once they had been made squeaky clean again, the bones would receive a pair of wings, with which they would fly up to heaven. There they would do whatever happy bones do.
But what, exactly, does this have to do with Hillary Clinton, you may ask? Well, I’ve been thinking about Hillary quite a bit lately–not simply since the speculations emerged about her being appointed Secretary of State, but really since she suspended her campaign in May. For since then–despite her graceful performance at the DNC, and all of the speeches she gave on Obama’s behalf in the weeks leading up to the election–she has been in a political purgatory of sorts. Neither here, nor there. Not exactly in hell, but not in the White House, either. Still repaying millions in debt from an unsuccessful campaign. And slowly making her way back to the Senate, where she is not one of the voices of authority, and where she must passively wait for whatever is next.
So, as conjecture spins in the wider world about her political fate, I thought it might be worthwhile to take a look at Hillary’s political “soul bone,” to see what earned her this place in purgatory, and consider some reasons why her candidacy may have failed. For no discussion about women during the campaign of 2008 would be complete without the woman who made 18 million cracks in the glass ceiling. Here are some of her sins–some with which she was politically “born”, some she earned, and some which she had thrust upon her:
• Her legacy from the Clinton years. There was, of course the “original sin” she had incurred during the Clinton Administration. Many Democrats feared the baggage Hillary brought to her candidacy: namely, her role as such a polarizing figure while she was First Lady. You may remember how much resentment there was toward her because of her active involvement in policy decisions during the Clinton years, most pronouncedly on the part of the Republicans, who thought she had overstepped her bounds politically. This was most crucially seen when she spearheaded health care reform effort during the first two years of the Clinton administration, which ended in the “Hillarycare” debacle of 1994. When the bill failed, it proved so unpopular that it had a sizeable impact on the midterm elections that year, in which Democrats lost their majority in both the House and Senate (they lost 52 House seats and 8 in the Senate.)
• She hired the wrong people. It has been suggested by some that she chose her campaign staff based on their loyalty, and not necessarily on how well they played the campaign game. This was particularly true of Patti Solis Doyle, who served as Clinton’s campaign chairwoman until February ‘08, when she was asked to step down from her position. Many have noted that Solis Doyle lacked important credentials for the position she was given beyond her role as Hillary’s “alter ego” (see The Atlantic February 2008); she also had never run a campaign or venture on that scale before. And then, of course, there was Mark Penn, who was Clinton’s chief political strategist through April of 2008. Penn was dubbed the “Karl Rove” of the Clinton campaign, in a year when the Rovian brand of politics was proven ineffective. Penn designed the “big state” strategy that some think ultimately cost her the election.
• She played by old rules. Clinton, with Mark Penn’s advice, bet it all on Big Blue–capturing high-delegate and high-profile states and primaries. But it has been suggested that if she had focused more on caucus states initially that she may have been the nominee–if Obama hadn’t won Iowa, it is entirely conceivable that he might not now be our President-elect. (And let’s not forget that Hillary came in third in that contest, behind Obama and John Edwards.) Another old rule from the Clinton playbook of the 90s that proved unhelpful to Hillary: she fundraised the same way her husband did almost 20 years ago, at cocktail parties and by courting big donors. Despite the hint from the 2004 Dean campaign that something quite powerful was possible at the grassroots level, she and her staff never saw the juggernaut of Obama’s internet fundraising campaign coming.
• She went “there.” Some have said that the roughness of Hillary’s campaign made Obama the tough competitor that he had to be against McCain. This is certainly true; but it must be acknowledged that she was quite ready to employ negative tactics whenever necessary—think of her use of the Tony Rezko scandal, accusations about plagiarism in the Obama camp, and even voter suppression efforts in places like Nevada (with the Culinary Workers Union). And in a year where voters were looking for inspiration more than fistfights, Obama was rubber, she was glue. It’s as simple as that.
• Bill, Bill, Bill. How do you solve a problem like “Bill Clinton?” How do you take a cloud and pin it down? How do you find a word that says “Bill Clinton?” A flibbertijibbet, a will o’ the wisp, a clown? Many a thing you know you’d like to tell him. Many a thing he ought to understand. But how do you make him stay? And listen to what you say? How do you keep a wave upon the sand? Oh, how do you solve a problem like Bill Clinton? How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
Yes, Bill Clinton could teach Sarah Palin a thing or two about “going rogue.”
• She wasn’t different enough. Even though she was the first viable woman candidate ever to have a realistic shot at becoming President of the United States, in this historic election, that just wasn’t good enough. Hillary counted on her record of experience to help her ride a rising movement of change in the country. Unfortunately, even though her name was Clinton (and, as she had noted, Clintons are good at cleaning up messes caused by the Bush family), it was a name that had too many associations with the past. And more unfortunately, she voted for the Iraq war, which was one of the major rhetorical points Obama had against her. It was hard to argue that she was a “change” candidate when she had voted the wrong way on one of the most crucial issues of the decade.
But despite this perceived error in judgement, President-Elect Obama, we are told, is seriously considering Hillary for the position of Secretary of State. Will she be asked? If asked, will she accept? It all remains to be seen in the coming days. But with the prospect of a long, quiet political purgatory before her, perhaps she will surprise us by joining the team of her once political rival. Perhaps she’ll get her new political lease on life by washing herself of past associations, expectations, disappointments.
She might get her wings much sooner than we think.
Filed under: Women of Campaign 2008 | Tags: Democrat, MSNBC, Peter Pan, Rachel Maddow, Republican, Sarah Palin
I’ll teach you to jump on the wind’s back, and away we go. -Peter Pan
Rachel Maddow is like the Peter Pan of MSNBC. I’m not talking simply about the physical resemblance; it isn’t a stretch to see Maddow playing the part, flying across the set in a green tunic and her pixie hair cut, leading the “Lost Boys” of Olbermann, Matthews, Scarborough and Buchanan as they fight the good fight against FOX (Bill O’Reilly as Captain Hook, anyone?) No, what I’m referring to is her enthusiastic, easy boyishness; her absolute self-confidence; how skilled she is at what she does. It’s like inhaling a little bit of magic dust every time I watch her.
Anyone with their eyes on the political scene in recent weeks–or for that matter, anyone who watches late-night television–must be aware of Maddow by now. She has been taking the talk shows by storm; she’s mixed drinks with Martha Stewart, chatted on the couch with Jay Leno, been called the “Queen of Cable” by Stephen Colbert. And here’s the thing: the “Queen of Cable” title could actually be true. Maddow has been a phenomenon, often beating her opponents Larry King and Sean Hannity in their 9pm time slot on rival news stations CNN and FOX. And her show only premiered in September.
So what is this magic dust that Rachel exudes? Where does this Peter Pan phenomenon come from? The most succinct answer I can give is that she is simply being herself: a highly intelligent and incisive pundit with a sharp wit, extraordinary memory, a cool head, and a polite manner. And here’s the best part: she’s a Democrat. With a big, big D. For years, liberals have had to endure pundits from their own party who, although they made sense to us, couldn’t penetrate the vast fog of political rhetoric Republicans would spout. They were the nerds cowering in front of the bullies–think of Alan Colmes facing Sean Hannity. Or if they weren’t nerds, they simply couldn’t beat the Republican strategy of TALKING SO LOUD AND WITH SO MUCH FORCE NO ONE COULD GET A WORD IN EDGEWISE EVEN IF THEY TRIED.
Enter Rachel, with her extraordinary calm and impeccable analysis–and with one, quick insight/puff she blows the Republican political fog away. It’s like watching Peter Pan fly circles around pirates, with a little bit of playful glee thrown in for good measure.
What is also amazing about Maddow is her background–Ivy League without the pretention; Rhodes Scholar without the hubris; a prison AIDS activist; a doer of odd-jobs and deeds before she landed an on-air slot at a small Western Massachusetts radio station. And her career has simply proceeded on from there–she got a gig as a co-host on an Air America radio show during its nascency, and from there started appearing as a guest on CNN and MSNBC. After that, it was only a matter of time before The Rachel Maddow Show was born; her talent was undeniable.
But why is all of this important? Because Rachel Maddow represents all of the promise in progressivism, at least as it is represented in television punditry. Her intelligent analysis allows the big D Democratic argument–that government can effectively improve our society–to move away from its popular caricature in modern America, that of the bleeding heart, big spending solution. Think of her as the next evolutionary step beyond Keith Olbermann’s eloquent and righteous outrage; Democrats can be playful and funny, too. And win arguments with their wits, not with their volume.
As I sit on my living room couch in my pajamas, typing away, I’m realizing that the Rachel Maddow/Peter Pan comparison seems to be a particularly apt symbol today, as indignant bloggers around the country react to Sarah Palin’s latest barb. In her Monday night interview with Greta Van Susteren of FOX News, Palin called us “those bloggers in their pajamas, sittin’ in their parents’ basements, just writin’ garbage.”
Let me pause here for a moment of Maddowian self composure. Deep breath. Ahem. The pajama issue aside, if Sarah Palin is our nation’s future, then I don’t mind saying that I would rather be in Never-Never-Land than here. I don’t think I could endure more of the passionate ignorance, religious intolerance, unchecked militarism, willful deceit, and championed mediocrity that has marked the last eight political years in our country. So yes, I would like to go to a place where time seems to stand still. Could we make it this one moment, now? This moment when possibility is so palpable, despite the immense challenges we face as a nation? This moment when my country doing right in the world seems possible again, when intellect and eloquence in prized politically, when “yes we can” is a better answer than “no, let’s just trust big business to do it”?
Rachel, let me just say, should the worst come in 2012, I will be waiting for you here by the window in my pajamas. Promise me that we’ll just jump on the wind’s back, and away we’ll go. Even if it’s only to your house in Western Massachusetts.
The Rachel Maddow Show airs on MSNBC, every Monday through Friday at 9pm EST. Check it out!
Filed under: Women of Campaign 2008 | Tags: Cinderella story, Disney, Matt Damon, Politics, Sarah Palin
We are a nation that loves princesses. Just ask my two-year-old niece, Neve, who rarely sits still, but is somehow hypnotized by the image of “Cindalella” swirling across her TV screen. Or ask any of my fellow Wellesley alumnae with daughters, who have tried in vain to fight the rising tide of princess mania. Or there is, of course, the simple evidence of this most recent Halloween, where every fourth piece of candy was distributed to a Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Belle, Snow White, or Jasmine. Despite the economic crisis, this was certainly the year of tulle and the tiara.
We are also a nation that loves Sarah Palin (another 2008 Halloween favorite): we love to love her, love to hate her, love to laugh about her, love to watch her. In a year that was already forged with political emotions, due to the virulent reaction to the Bush legacy, the historical promise of the Obama candidacy, and the unexpected demise of the Clinton campaign, when Palin joined the McCain ticket she became an unprecedented emotional lightning rod. For some (like my mom) this emotion was a visceral reaction to Governor Palin’s approachability: her “aw shucks” folksiness; her can-do approach as a mother of five; her unapologetic Christianity; her girl-next-door youth and good looks. But for others (like me), there was the shuddering horror at Palin’s lack of basic knowledge about domestic and world affairs, her questionable political pedigree, her rhetorically narrow vision of patriotism.
Two visions of Sarah: one of adulation, one of fear. Both extremes might have disappeared last week when she returned to Alaska after her defeat, back to her frozen exile of gas pipelines, political scandals, moose hunting, troublesome brother-in-laws, and snow machine races. But instead, she remains in the public eye, still very much a part of the zeitgeist. Journalists have flocked to Juneau to see if she might run for Ted Stevens’ senate seat; pundits have speculated about a future career in television; she has even received the longed-for summons from Oprah. But why, some might say? She failed. She should become a political footnote, like Dan Quayle. McCain’s loss has been (rightly or wrongly) attributed to her candidacy. So why can’t we let her go?
And then I realized: it all comes back to princesses. Gosh, Matt Damon was right. It’s Disney’s fault.
Perhaps many of you will remember Mr. Damon’s now infamous comments about the Palin candidacy back on September 10 (oh so politically long ago): ”It’s like a really bad Disney movie–’The Hockey Mom’; you know, ‘oh, I’m just a hockey mom from Alaska,’ and she’s facing down President Putin and using the folksy stuff she learned at the hockey rink. It’s totally absurd.” Check out this hilarious parody:
But beyond the obvious sarcasm behind Damon’s comparison, there is something that rings resoundingly true: America, and with it that uberAmerican institution, Disney, is all about the rags-to-riches story, about pulling characters from obscurity into the limelight, about making nobodies into somebody, dreams into reality. And what else is Sarah Palin but the embodiment of the ultimate political Cinderella story? The girl who went from Wasilla to Washington? You can almost visualize the scene of McCain at her doorstep, asking if the red patent stiletto will fit. (And enter the fairy godmother, the RNC, waving its wand and covering her in Neiman Marcus splendor.)
Say what you will about Sarah Palin, but know that in a very real way, she is a product of our own distinctly American Disneyesque design, for better or for worse. With her pretty face, skill at the podium, and sleek wardrobe she became a part of that cult of celebrity that has gained such esteem in our culture. We may have mocked her for the “I can see Russia from my house” claim, but 70 million of us watched her from our houses during the Vice Presidential debate. So perhaps the last laugh is hers.
Not surprisingly, as McCain gave his very gracious concession speech last week, I couldn’t help but stare at Sarah Palin. I could tell her eyes were tearing up, and I found myself questioning her motives. By then, news reports had been circulated about dissension in the McCain/Palin camp, Sarah “going rogue,” even planting the seeds for a 2012 run. Was it regret, I wondered, coming through those eyes, pity for herself and for her running mate after such a hard-fought race? Or was it anger, because McCain campaign strategist Steve Schmidt wouldn’t let her give a valedictory speech to her adoring fans? Or perhaps even resentment–I could almost see the Schwarzeneggeresque lines “I’ll. Be. Back.” being broadcast through her designer rimless glasses.
Thinking about it now, the teary-eyed emotion might have been something else entirely: triumph. Like a political phoenix rising from the ashes, who’s “not doin’ this for naught,” she saw her future pretty clearly. All we were missing was that quintessential moment from our political superbowl as the teams leave the field after the game is done. While the victorious Obama is carried off (to face some of the greatest historical challenges our country has known), we are left to question his smiling (victorious in her own way) challenger: Governor Palin, what’s next for you?
(Cue the instrumental music from “When You Wish Upon a Star.”)
And she will answer, with a knowing wink and a nod (for every princess gets her happy ending), “I’m goin’ to Disney World.” And the next stop in the political pumpkin coach? 2012. You betcha.
Filed under: Women of Campaign 2008
A little exploration of some of the names and faces that made Election 2008 what it was. The choice was difficult–I could as easily have written 60 profiles as well as 6–but these were the women who floated to the top.






