http://www.nola.com/elections/newslog/index.ssf?/mtlogs/nola_politics/archives/2006_11.html#203093 Wednesday, November 08, 2006
The power of purple11/8/2006 - 4 a.m.
...Tonight, I chose to spend the evening at an election watch party of political activists representing an almost perpendicular departure from my personal politics (can't say "diametric" - I don't like the other end of that spectrum, either). The hosts were Buddy and Annie Spell - a legendary couple that transcends party politics. Annie, a white woman, is the president of the NAACP in St. Tammany Parish, LA, the most Republican parish in Louisiana. Buddy is the attorney for Cindy Sheehan. Both of the Spells have long records of activism in the left wing of American politics.
I assigned myself to blog from their home as part of my own agenda: To sit with fellow Americans with political views that were possibly significantly different from mine, and watch the country decide its future. In writing from the event, I called their home the tiny blue heart in Louisiana's deepest red parish. We joked that their house could hold every Democrat in St. Tammany Parish . . . in fact, that a FEMA trailer could hold them all.
I eat their pizza and soak in their unique personalities. Buddy takes me on a tour of his upstairs office, which I call a "museum," with walls and shelves covered with memorabilia of the history of antiwar, liberal activism, souvenirs he has collected from his long personal journey. I'm particularly fond of the skulls and skeletons mixed in the collection. But the two best items are a WWII Nazi military helmet with an antiwar sticker slapped on the front, and a pig mask. Sometimes, he says, he's worn them both at the same time. Not tonight, though . . . he's wearing a Virginia ball cap to hoodoo the close Senate race in that state for the Democrat. He reminds me of Hunter Thompson - a lot. Way gonzo. Stretched across the front of his desk is a full-sized blue flag with a large white star in the middle.
"Kind of ironic," I say.
(The "Bonnie Blue Flag" was the sentimental favorite of the Confederacy. Even singing the song of the same name was a capital crime under the Civil War occupation of Yankee Gen. William "The Beast" Butler. )
"This is a revolutionary flag," he says, reminding me that it flew over the Republic of West Florida, which formed after a rebellion against Spain in our North Shore parishes that weren't included in the Louisiana Purchase. An undertaking more in line with Buddy's politics than the CSA.
"I've just reclaimed it."
Gonzo.
Back in the living room, results are coming in, and the group erupts in glee at the pronouncement of key victories for the Democrats. Buddy says it's like watching the Saints score a touchdown. The Democratic takeover of the House, and the presumption that Nancy Pelosi will be the first woman to be House Speaker sparks another round of jubilation.
"It's about time!" Annie yells, pumping her fist in the air and bouncing in joy. I have to rib her.
"Good Lord, woman, it's only been 230 years . . . kinda pushy, aren'tcha?"
She laughs more.
A somber mood later, as GOP Rep. Bobby Jindal gives his victory speech after taking the First Congressional District with nearly 90 percent of the vote.
Democratic challenger Stacey Tallitsch watches silent and still from an easy chair near my blogging station. Not much to say - the landslide was expected.
Buddy walks by and pats his arm.
A few minutes earlier, Tallitsch had gotten word on the final results. He told me he didn't regret running, and that he was satisfied he'd run a clean and honest campaign. He was happy with a system that allows citizens to hold their leader's feet to the fire. He did note that if he runs again, he wants to have a whole year to organize. He'd been living in Katrina evacuee mode for seven months of the past year, and had only a short time to make his run. He posed for a picture by the snack table decorated with his campaign stickers, and decorated with a hanging George Bush effigy. Then we went into the living room to watch his opponent bask in victory.
The Spells tell great war stories about enduring Texas heat and privation in the camps of protesters backing Sheehan's antiwar vigil outside Crawford. Buddy stands and does a hilarious reenactment of an in-your-face eating of hot dogs beside a PETA food stand, just to tick them off. Good stuff, Maynard!
We stay until well past midnight, watching the last close races - Virginia, Missouri and Montana. As we leave, the handshakes of strangers have been replaced by the hugs that one gets and gives down here.
And this is what it's all about. What I want more than anything in American politics is to agree on as many basic values as possible, to have the ability to differ on strategy and tactics in support of those values, and to be able to share pizza, humor and hugs at the end of the day.
Today I'm more confident that our system still works, and that the real power is in the hands of the people. And it's never been blue states vs. red states . . . from sea to shining sea, the country is shades of purple. That's the way it should be.
Neither party can afford to forget that. And we, the people, had better not fail to exercise our power.
I'm glad I voted.
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