NOTE: This was written before the 2016 Democratic nomination. And though I don’t support Sanders in 2020, as I did in 2016, this post is more true now than it was then.
I start with an admission. It’s my own but I think I speak for a lot of other Bernie Sanders supporters. I don’t give a damn about the Democratic or any other political party. I give a damn about us.
With that out of the way…
The pundits have been correct for months, maybe since the day Bernie Sanders announced his candidacy for president or, more accurately, since the day Hillary Clinton announced hers. He is not going to get the nomination. Nobody will but Hillary. Ask Debbie Wasserman-Schultz and the superdelegates: The fix was in from the start. We were sheep to them, not voters.
But I refuse to be a sheep. And I’m damned sure not inclined to follow the Democratic establishment, any more than I’m inclined to follow Bernie Sanders.
Still, it’s been an amazing year as I’ve watched the Senator from Vermont — somebody with bonafides and a megaphone — give voice to what so many of us have felt for years. So when the Democratic establishment attempted to silence him, they attempted to silence me. And when they did that, they lost me.
Bernie Sanders isn’t my leader. Nor is he the father of this liberal uprising. He is, instead, as he accurately stated must be the case, a manifestation of a grass roots movement. That movement was Occupy. And now it is us.
Occupy was an echo. It repeated in the public square the conversations we’ve been having for years in our living rooms, our dorms, at the bar, with God alone. Occupy pared those conversations to their core: The 1% is plundering the 99%. It’s them against us. It’s “Class Warfare.” That’s a term conservatives have for good reason mocked, because a war has indeed been waged, and it proved an easy battle to win as long as the 99% were unaware that they were even in the crosshairs.
But Occupy spoke the truth. It removed our blinders. And presented with the truth, our ire rose. Then did we.
You and I — not Occupy or Bernie Sanders — are the wave. And this primary was the sound of that wave crashing to shore.
Occupy found its oxygen in our evaporated jobs, our unaffordable education, our underfunded bank accounts, our collapsing environment, our corrupt government, and the once-populist-now-money-hungry Democratic establishment who have, since Bill Clinton’s first term, increasingly ignored our cries for economic salvation.
As a Yellow Dog Democrat, I had for years refused to acknowledge the party’s apathy toward people like me. I instead clung to the hope that they still cared about working men and women. Until this winter. That was when a candidate who had fought for us for twenty-five years challenged a corporate sycophant, and the party establishment sided en masse with the sycophant.
I’m a nobody from the middle of Texas. I vote. I donate small amounts to campaigns when I can afford it. I blog. I tweet. That’s it. But I’ve come to realize that it’s time to fight. It’s time for all of us to fight. It’s time to take our country back.
I can’t do squat alone. Neither can you. But together we almost won the nomination. That’s a remarkable achievement when you consider who we were running against: a former first lady, former senator, former Secretary of State, a multimillionaire with deep Wall Street connections and the deepest Democratic Party tentacles. She was the chosen one, and we almost knocked her off her throne.
We accomplished that feat because we had the people, the skills, the policies, the passion and convictions, and the money. And we now have in-the-trenches experience.
It is from alchemies like this that Revolutions are born.
In their infancy is when revolutions are most vulnerable. Ours is vulnerable, too, as it’s challenged by candidates we know and party leaders we’ve long considered our allies. We already hear their gentle coo, “We welcome Bernie supporters into the Democratic fold with open arms.” We have become a commodity, you and I. The Democratic Party wants to harvest us for our enthusiasm, our money, our votes. It wants to rebrand us The Party Faithful. In their pursuit, we’re told American politics is about compromise. The party and media are using words like “moderation” and “reality” to separate us from our convictions. They deride us for seeking political “Purity.” They then define purity as a dangerous thing. Dangerous for whom?
I don’t choose to be mined for the benefit of the 1%. I prefer to be part of that one thing which frightens the 1%: us, the people, united.
The Democrats are right to want us and the 1% is right to fear us. We have become a force. And unbridled forces threaten the status quo. So the powerful will try to absorb us.
Since the Democratic Leadership Council took the reigns of the Democratic Party in the late 1980s, the DNC has proved remarkably adept at co-opting grassroots movements and smothering them within their embrace. It would, therefore, be suicidal for us to cozy up to the Democratic establishment. We need instead to become an independent broker, a resource which supports candidates based first on their principles and second on their party. And as that broker our mission is to fight like hell, contribute like hell, and crank out the vote like hell to get liberals (true lefties — irrespective of party) elected everywhere, from school boards to mayoral offices, city councils to governorships, state houses to federal houses. We’ve proven we can do this. We nearly defeated the queen, her media, her political machine.
As this race winds down, every one of us must vote our convictions. We must show our resolve even when a defeat is imminent — especially when a defeat is imminent.
The 1% cannot be allowed to crush the 99%. We have to win. For us and for the coming generations.
We can do this. But we have to start now.