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2009-02-04 11:32 AM
A Thoughtful Return to Elko
No, I'm not going back there, even if that geologist is incredibly cute. Chris Sacca, Technologist/Mountain Biker/Great Guy, put some eloquent words down about his experiences in the campaign. He talks a bit about Elko and describes what the experience was like very well. I thought I had gotten all of the tears out, but I was wrong.
Some Thoughts On What The Obama Election Meant To Me.
As a white man from Middle America, we grow up with a very academic introduction to issues of race. We see the prescribed Oscar-nominated dramas preaching color blindness. We seek out the black kid in our school and feel exonerated when he greets us with a demonstrably soulful handshake. We are convinced that the poignant lyrics from activist hip-hop resonate with us and we grow unwaveringly confident that we understand the struggle. Yet, the privilege of our skin color does not prepare us to ever be the object of hate.
Chris had a horrible experience in Winnemucca and it didn't get much better in Elko. Every person who came through Elko hit this same wall of hatred. Some people couldn't handle it and went home and I do not harbor any ill will towards them. I considered doing the same thing myself.
In just a short time, Elko was taking its toll on me. At night, in my hotel, I would find myself so angry. The uncomfortably loud Fox News they played in the breakfast room never helped. Only intermittently would I visibly hint at the outrage provoked by the theater of security and patriotism that was destroying my country, a place in which my pride has only ever been strengthened by my time abroad.
Chris spent some time in the beautiful mountains in NV, riding the rocks and being washed clean in the pouring rain. His strength returned and he resolved to return to Elko instead of meeting his friends in Vegas to party on Election night. He was an incredible worker, tireless and skilled. When you read his blog entry, you can already tell he has a way with words. Whether he was making phone calls or knocking on doors, he was a wizard. Like many of us, he worked from before the sun rose until after the sun set on Election Day. He was out knocking on a few final doors to make sure everyone had voted....
With 30 minutes left to vote, I approached the porch of what my tattered list told me was a 91 year old female Democrat. Was she able to get herself to the ballot box that day? I rapped on the door and she answered leaving the flimsy aluminum and wire screen between us. "Hi, I'm Chris from the Obama campaign and I just wanted to make sure you had a chance to vote."
Please read the whole entry, because it is worth it, but I'll leave you with one last excerpt:
Revolution still flows through our blood and is baked into our firing nerves. Yet, we had become a nation of rationalizing, complacent, discouraged victims. Along comes a black man with a most politically inopportune name and he stirs within us the pride, courage, and defiance that we had conceded to the reaches of our past esteem.
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