Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Chapter Two: I Am Nailed To The Hull
Yes, Miles, I'm beginning to know how you felt.
What great and good friends I have in the blogging community, as one implies that I have been played like a Stradivarius by someone now perceived to be Benedict Arnold:
This wasn't payback--- Unless payback is preemptive. The fundamental difference between her and Harold is that she believes in giving handjobs to the activist wing of the party. She pretends to give a damn what we care about. He doesn't.
And my other co-conspirator, who believes I have inadvertently given off the impression to the African-American community that I have become the bastard grandchild of Lester Maddox:
Sorry to bitch slap you, LWC. Of course, I am not suggesting and don't mean you are "reflexively against African-Americans in [your] district." Or, certainly, purposefully against them either.
But mindful of the resentments and attitudes expressed by many local African-American Democrats that whites don't support black Democratic candidates (see August elections), I am simply pointing out that perception can matter more than reality sometimes - as I well know from the reaction to my support of certain judges over others last July. I have good reasons - I'm sure you do too, but things such as this keep rifts open and/or widen them.
Well, OK then. I trust them to point things out to me when I may not clearly see them.
I'm still taking in all of what happened on Tuesday, and welcome your thoughts as well.