This convention I've been doing a whole lot less writing and having a whole lot more interesting conversations. Hopefully this means that although maybe this site hasn't been as interesting as Pandagon or Kos or Atrios for speech coverage and immediate posting, hopefully there will be more to talk about in the immediate future.
Yesterday I ran around town like crazy - I went to the Garden to check out press releases (I got excerpts of Zell Miller and Mitt Romney's remarks but on paper it was pointless - make sure you watch a video of Zell especially if you happened to miss it). Then lunch with a dear friend from school, and again with Jesse, Ezra and Kate of Pandagon. Back at the Tank, Kate and I discussed women voters and the various ways that they are discouraged from speaking up and making their voices heard - more on this below, and coming soon.
After messing around at the Tank and finding a screwdriver to fix my computer, I listened in to a training session run by one of the progressive grassroots organizations that were using the Tank for a staging ground and training centre. The topic was how a progressive activist could effectively get their message across if they happen to talk to a member of the press, a volunteer they need to recruit, a voter they need to register, or a member of an opposition group. The attendees were fascinating, many of them wearing old Dean for America shirts, and mostly either very young and hip looking or seniors, evidently retired. One by one they went around the circle, stood up, and said why they wanted to defeat Bush, citing reasons as diverse as legalizing marijuana and the draft coming back. The attendees were not bad, although the older members of the group seemed oddly a lot more energetic and proactive than the younger people.
The problem with the session was the moderator who was supposed to be helping these people to be more effective speakers. Note to self - never trust anyone who makes you feel good about yourself after one of these kinds of things. Sample criticisms that I wrote down in my notebook:
"You're such a beautiful person." -- to an older woman with a deep gravelly voice
"You're really aligned, it's incredible. Just so aligned." -- to a young protestor with a red band with a yellow star tied around his forehead
"Have you ever thought about going into acting?" -- to a painfully shy girl with glasses and a Dean shirt down to her knees
"I love your togetherness. Just bring it all together and boom. Just great, great." -- to an older woman wearing a shirt that said "Bush Knew" under a picture of the Twin Towers
I know that positive reinforcement is a good thing. And it always feels nice to be complimented. But I couldn't help feeling that every person who sat down, gratified but no better at communication than before, was a waste of time, money and energy. What I've realized being here compared to the DNC is that when it comes to tactics, the Republican party is extraordinarily good at self-criticism. No strategy is ever good enough. They'll identify and publicly admit that they've failed to target single women, black men, Hispanic transvestites, whatever, if it means that they can be more effective next time. The culture of PC liberal non-criticism and understanding ("everyone has different strengths, we can't be discouraging, we need to be positive") is self-defeating and frustrating. These people who have been "trained" in public communication will be no better at getting out their incredibly important messages to the people that need to hear it, although maybe they'll feel more confident about it.
I talked to Joe Trippi for a while. There was a Dean Meetup happening at the theatre attached to the tank, and he was sitting around, looking frighteningly like Larry Summers and even drinking a Diet Coke to further heighten the comparison. We talked about his addition to the Hardball lineup from midnight to 2am and how MSNBC had an opportunity to step into the breach left by CNN's abhorrent coverage. Deaniacs kept coming up and interrupting though so finally I left and went to dinner.
Across from me was Josh Bearman of the LA Weekly, who had some fascinating stories about the Dean press buses during the primaries and Al Gore teaching at Columbia. In Gore's first class, he presented a case study of an air pollution story, and questioned the conventional wisdom that the journalism students were being taught that they just observed, read some expert opinions, and then put it all down on the page. He said that the automatic filtre of a journalist made for immediate bias, and that since one is picking and choosing in the first place you have to be aware and take responsibility for what you yourself have written - it's not just that you observe and write down and you are merely a conduit. And as a result the class hated him. More thoughts on the journalists on the Dean bus and the ones I've met here later.
Back at the Tank, Zell Miller was speaking and looking shockingly like Ralph Nader - spit flying everywhere, red faced and almost apoplectic with anger. The crowd packing the Tank sneered and booed, and I wondered if this was going to be the high water mark of anger at the convention, driving home the point that Republicans are positive and there's something inherently bad and evil and negative about Democrats. I was wrong though - Cheney was more subtle but much, much worse.
One thing that I noticed about the GOP and the Dems at the conventions is that while Democrats always talk about their parents coming from poverty or how they worked to make it in the world, Republicans almost always talk about their grandparents being in straightened circumstances. I suppose this comes from a sort of three generation cycle - the first generation makes the money, the second maintains it, and the third either loses it or uses it for things like being nominated by the GOP for something (in part because I think growing up with money either makes you into a Republican or into a liberal motivated by class anxiety and guit). But while Edwards talked about his parents the millworkers and being poor most of his life, Cheney talked about his grandparents living in a railroad car, with no mention of their politics and what his parents were like and what they did. I have a sneaking suspicion they were not Republican, probably union members and possibly card-carrying Communists.
Mary Cheney was there with her lover, as I heard via mobile from inside the Garden, but she was cut out of the TV pictures that we saw. Hopefully other networks the balls to show shots of the Cheney family without half of Mary's shoulder next to her partner out of the picture.
After that, three hours of conversation with the likes of Jay Rosen, Matt Stoller, Dave Alpert, a guy who's starting a site called 48 Bagels that warmed my heart with his immediate recognition of the Greenpass, Atrios who is normally very chill but was very angry last night about stuff, Kos, and a number of random protestors. Many interesting observations about the media, centralization, the machismo culture of the Republican bloggers, the fact that the first night of the convention was about balls, the second about women and the sheer base-stirring energy of the third might possibly obliterate the message of the first two. When everyone else drifted away I caught a cab home and passed out, so exhausted I forgot to take my contacts out. It's been a tiring week.
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