Here I was planning to close the week out on some sentimental note about mothering when I dropped by a blog by a woman of color that I hadn’t visited in some time and read some idiotic statement there about presidential politics, and now I can’t think straight. I didn’t intend to close the week out talking about the one subject that has me and my friends yelling in our cell phones at each other as we drive down the street in our cars. But I must.
Praise the Lord.
Let me first say: I have a rule. I don’t throw a fit on other people’s blogs. If explaining to you on your blog why I think you’re harebrained will take more than a few sentences, I won’t bother. I backed away and headed for the door when I saw that Hillary and not beauty tips (which is what the blog is supposed to be about) was the topic of the day. I know. That’s what I get for visiting a beauty blog at my age. I dropped by to get some recommendations on hair conditioner and lip gloss. Only to find folks there opining about politics and trashing Hillary Clinton for staying in the race after her loss this past Tuesday in North Carolina and her just barely won win in Indiana. The streetfighting online is intense, and the goal is clear. Browbeat Clinton into giving up.
If the highest office you are ever likely to aspire to is the parliamentarian of your sorority, you don’t get it. You don’t walk away empty handed this far into the game– even if the odds of your winning the nomination are now slim. A delegation comes to meet with you to persuade you to drop out. With incentives. With promises. With their checkbook in hand. You negotiate, you don’t quit with nothing to show for all your work and for all the gut punches you took for the cause. You decide the terms of your leaving and what mark you want to leave. It’s what those with power know that others who don’t have it don’t know. Politics 101. Business school 201. Religion 301. The air is different, and the rules are different, the higher up you go. Barack who? This is between Clinton and the Democratic Party.
Should Clinton drop out? I hope she doesn’t. The game is not over. Play to the end. I hate seeing women wimp out. But that’s my opinion.
But I didn’t mean to close the week out talking about politics. I certainly didn’t mean to tick off fans of this blog who are Obama devotees.
I just had to get that off my chest. Something I can do on my own blog.
Now, where was I?
Oh yeah. Have a Happy Mother’s Day. I know I plan to do just that. Even though I should be thinking about the sermon I gotta preach. I’m going to sit out on my screen porch this weekend with my feet up, reading and nodding and sipping Kool-Aid, and watching as others grille the fish and chicken I’ve requested. Yeah, I’m bossy. What’s it to you?