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Edited on Sat Jan-12-08 12:17 AM by WillyT
I'm actually (not always) enjoying this election season so far! I mean, once you get away from the back-biting, self-immolation, and "Good-Bye DU" threads, this is pretty great!
A bit of back-story...
Although my old man was a political analyst\reporter when I was a mere lad, and my folks hung out with (and hosted) many a fete with the California Heavy's (state legislators, Governors, et. al.) back in the 60's early 70's, and although I "attended" those parties as a toddler\waif, my first truly political awareness came on November, 22nd, 1963.
I was in the 3rd grade, and I walked home from Alice Birney Elementary School for lunch, and found my mother face down on the couch and bawling. I had no idea what was wrong, but the TV was on and I soon figured it out. We huddled around that TV for the next four or five days trying to fathom what had just happened. My old man was a Navy\Marine guy from WWII, and he just sat there, looking at the TV, fuming. I was getting my first dose of politics, on steroids.
It was that same year, that my best friend at the time, Terry Osuga (we would walk around the school with our arms over each others shoulders being best friends, LOL), brought for show and tell, a book that his father had salvaged from a house somewhere in Europe during WWII. The book was in pristine condition, and showed the Nazi highlights on their rise to power. The photography was outstanding. :sarcasm:
What I was too young to realize, was that my best friend's dad had been in one of the few Japanese Battalions allowed to fight in Europe in that war. What had happened to the rest of my best friend's dad's family during the war I have no idea, because I had no knowledge or hint that they might have been rounded up, and sent to camps. All I knew then, is that my best friend had brought this really cool relic of WWII, and we all got to touch it and examine it thoroughly.
The next year, 1964, was the first time that I remember actually watching a political convention. I'm sure my parents had probably watched a convention before, but I have no memory of that. I barely have a memory of the '64 Convention itself, except for this. The night Bobby Kennedy was to speak before the convention, as he was introduced, he came to the podium, and for almost 20 straight minutes the crowd cheered and shouted an applauded. I believe they had just shown a film in memory of his brother John. He tried to start his speech several times, but they wouldn't let him. They kept their standing ovation to the point of exhaustion, and my parents, my sisters and I, even at our tender ages were totally and absolutely in tears.
The following year 1965, my mother had me sit down with her for a talking to. She informed me, that the kids from Argonaut School were gonna be coming to our school from now on. Now you have to understand, that Argonaut School was the Elementary School literally across the tracks from Alice Birney. Seriously. From Alice Birney you could see the Southern Pacific Railroad tracks, as you could from the back (other side of the tracks mind you) of Argonaut. There was a road that could get you from one side of the tracks to the other, and I remember many a times taking that road on my bicycle and wondering why there was some dead animal or another hanging (as in having been hung) from the trestle that went over that adjoining road.
Well, my mom informed me that the kids from Argonaut would look different from what me and my sisters were used to (and I confess that I don't remember if she said negroes, blacks, people of color...) but she warned me that if she EVER heard me use the word "n***er", she'd tan my hide good, and make me eat a bar of soap. I looked at her seriously, and asked, "Ok, but what does that word mean?" She immediately teared up, because we had never used that word in our house. EVER. And none of my friends had ever used it either. It wasn't until Junior High that I was introduced to the world of racial hatred.
And while in Junior High in 1968, after the Reverend Martin Luther King was assassinated, we had race riots. Huge rolling riots where the teachers locked themselves into their room because of fear. And then Bobby Kennedy was assassinated, and then the 68 Democratic Convention, and then Richard Nixon, and Vietnam, and Watergate, and the Ford' Pardon of Nixon, and...
Sorry if I jumped the shark there, but I really am proud of the Democratic field we\they put forth this year, and as much fun is it can be to be a full-blown intra-Democratic partisan, I find myself for some inexplicable reason, enjoying (unlike 2000\2004) this year's race. As long as we don't riot, put each other in camps, or shoot one another, we should be fine.
Could somebody please explain me to me, LOL?
:shrug:
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