You might have noticed that I suspended my blog…
At the beginning of October I decided to suspend my blog, and my life. I took a month off from work, packed my stuff, and jumped on a bus to Pennsylvania. I worked for a month in Norristown, the Headquarter of the Obama-Biden campaign in Montgomery County as a volunteer coordinator for Lower Providence, West Norriton, and Worcester.
Of course I didn’t do it on my own (there were literally hundreds of volunteers and many paid campaign staff members), but I did what I could to contribute, and yesterday Barack Hussein Obama was elected the 44th president of the United States.
I’m profoundly grateful for the opportunity to work on this campaign (and I thank my employer that made it possible). I learned a lot. I witnessed how improbable things can become reality with organization, determination, and passion (yes, we CAN and we DID). I met many wonderful people, who worked on this campaign as “their life depended on it.” I also learn quite a few things about myself.
Incidentally, yesterday I cast my first vote as an American citizen (I was voter number 64 at my precinct).
I’m too exhausted and sleep deprived to tell you more, but you can look at some pictures if you like.
Post-debate meditation on loneliness, greatness, and imperfection
Starting next week, I will be in Pennsylvania talking to undecided voters and getting out the vote. Just to be clear, this means doing all the things I’m not good at and scares the shit out of me. But I’ll try to do my best, and to make a difference. Never more than today, I feel the absolute urgency to succeed.
Last weekend, I went to a two-day training for “Deputy field organizers” (this is what I will be doing in the next month). Of all the things I watched and read about this campaign, a video they showed us during the training stuck with me the most. And what I mean is, I can’t stop thinking about it.
The video was shot at Obama’s campaign headquarter in Chicago the day Barack Obama learned he would be the democratic presidential candidate. Senator Obama wanted to thank his volunteers and talk about the work ahead of them.
You would expect him to be super-excited and cheering, but he wasn’t. He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes and very serious. He thanked his people for their amazing hard work and for “lifting him,” in all his limitations and imperfections, to the place where he now stood.
But he also pointed out that the hard fight had just started. “If we had lost the primaries,” he said, “it would have been OK.” Another democratic candidate would have taken over and continued to support the values they all so much cared about. “But we won, and now there is no going back. Now, we cannot afford to lose.”
For most of the video, Barack is seen from the back, as we were standing behind him. We could still see a slice of his smile, so endearing and yet somewhat sad. A smile that has seen too much avoidable suffering, in a country that has the potential of being the best place on Earth.
I found Obama’s display of vulnerability much more motivating that all the celebratory DNC extravaganza. Barack Obama’s sense of responsibility for the people who are the easy victims of History’s mistakes ad bad decisions and his insistence that the only guarantee of a fair government is not a perfect leader, but popular participation in the democratic process is what draws me towards him so powerfully. Much more strongly that any single stance he took, his value system and his vision for America makes me feel so passionately about him.
During the first McCain-Obama debate I looked at Senator Obama as he was listening to his opponent and taking notes. He had the same smile, his head lowered and slightly tilted. Obama was thinking of what to say and how to say it; he needed to be careful to strike the right balance of strength and respect.
It’s a tight tight balance, slim razor’s blade between being perceived as forceful, knowledgeable, and assertive and being perceived as arrogant and disrespectful. His victory or defeat depends on his tightrope walker’s ability to strike just the right chord. Because he is a black man with a scary name and, despite his charm, he has no margin for error.
Barack Obama is too smart not to have full awareness of how close he is to winning and how close to losing. He has the burden to do exactly the right thing not only for his own sake, but for the impact that this election will have on millions of people. And he has to do it while the entire world is watching, in a country that has not been very tolerant of dreamers. Now, that’s terrifying.
This morning I stumbled on this quote from Theodore Roosevelt, that seems the right way to end this reflection on greatness and imperfection.
It’s not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or when the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worth cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.
An urgent call to action
Dear friends,
I know that many of you are passionate about this elections as I am, and want to see Barack Obama elected in November with all your heart. (if you are reading this post and you are planning to vote for McCain, that’s OK. But please, please, verify the information you take for granted, and vote for him because you are convinced he and Sarah Palin are the right choice for America, rather than for the comfortable lies and inventions you hear in the TV ads.)
Dear friends, I read all your twitters and your posts on Facebook. I’m grateful for them. I’ve learned a good deal from what you have posted and I appreciate you spreading the world. It feels good to have people around me who believe in a more compassionate and committed America and in the chance to return to America’s profoundly democratic values.
But both you and I know that we are preaching to the choir. Most—if not all—of our friends and Twitter followers already think like us and know a lot about these elections. They don’t need to be convinced, they don’t need to learn the facts, they don’t need to be warned about the dangers of electing John McCain and Sarah Palin, or to learn about the amazing opportunity to rethink this Country once again. We are wasting our wit and persuasion power with people that don’t need them.
There are only 49 days left to November 4th. Look at this electoral map from the New York Times. Obama’s margin is slim, and depending on how the toss-up states vote, McCain can still win by a broad margin (see map below). The situation is still very very fragile. How do you feel about having Sarah Palin as our future President?
We need to take action now. Obama’s message is one of activism, responsibility, and bottom-up influence. The hope Obama talks about is not an excuse to stay home and keep things as they are. It’s a powerful motivation to change what we think is wrong or not working. We need to get out and talk to the world who doesn’t think like us. We need to meet the people who are still undecided, or not yet registered to vote, or fearful, or misinformed.
Please do something. You can donate money, but we both know that is not enough. This election is about changing minds and hearts, one at the time. Find your field office and call them to learn how you can help. Find events close to you. Make phone calls, register people to vote, talk to your neighbors, spread the message. Use your remarkable dialectic, knowledge, and wit to connect with people who are still not sure who they should vote for or if they should vote.
Let’s get out of our homes, away from our computers and mobile devices, and practice what we all believe in: that change starts with us and requires our action.
Thank you,
Antonella
Dreaming things that never were, and asking why not
Politics is very much in my mind these days. Barack Obama is the presidential candidate for the Democratic Party, Hillary Clinton has just given her concession speech, and the 40-year anniversary of Robert F. Kennedy’s assassination has just passed. On a personal note, I’m dealing with the painful awareness of not being a full member of this community, while I’m waiting for my pending citizenship case to be decided.
On June 5, 1968, when Robert F. Kennedy was shot, I was 7 years old and living in Italy. I remember that the news made me very sad. Something about him had touched me deeply, as it had touched millions of Americans who saw in RFK the personification of the hope for a better world for everybody: the blacks, the poor, the immigrants, the minimum-wage workers, and the young people fighting to stop the Vietnam war. Just two months after Martin Luther King’s assassination, the America that desperately needed change was mourning again. It was not just the loss of a man, as extraordinary as RFK was; it was the attempted murder of the belief that progress, peace, equality, and human dignity are possible here and now.
That June of forty years ago, Paul Fusco captured the mourning of the Country: a million people standing by the tracks as RFK’s body made its 8-hour last trip from New York to Washington DC. (video; more about the death of RFK and what he meant for this country in The End of an American Dream: The Assassination of Robert F. Kennedy).
Roberto Saviano in NYC
Roberto Saviano, author of the best selling book Gomorrah, spoke last Thursday at the Festival of International Literature in NYC. Gomorrah, a chilling account of the Camorra’s deep connections with the “legal” Italian economy, sold more one million copy in Italy and has been translated in 33 languages.
Alexander Stille, professor at Columbia University and author of Excellent Cadavers, an analysis of the Sicilian Mafia, says about Gomorrah:
What the book does so well is to remind people, as if it needed reminding, that a third of the country is essentially condemned to a state of permanent underdevelopment because of the persistent, and in many ways increasing, dominance of organized crime.
Roberto Saviano is 29 years old and has received repeated threats by the Camorra. He has no regular home and lives under police protection.
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