Dean Discusses electoral strategy in South
/"We aren't interested in denigrating
the vast majority of law-abiding citizens who own guns. It's in the
Republicans' interest to polarize these issues. If Democrats don't
define themselves, there is a tendency for voters to default to
stereotypes the Republicans have designated." As former Vermont
governor and Democratic presidential candidate Howard Dean took the
helm of the Democratic National Committee a week ago, he declared he
would make the party competitive in all 50 states, including in the
South. It was a bold promise for a party that has not won a single
Southern electoral vote in the past two presidential elections. To
Southern ears it sounded all the more unlikely coming from Dean, who
famously remarked early in his failed presidential bid last year that
he wanted to be the choice of the "guys with Confederate flags in their
pickup trucks." With Republicans having tightened their grip on the
region in 2004, some Democrats openly advocate writing off the 11
states of the Old Confederacy as a lost cause. But others are busy
hatching plans to regain a footing in a region the party dominated for
much of the 20th century. Hewing to the
adage that success in life mostly involves just showing up, Dean
believes that visibility in the South is the key. He said in his DNC
acceptance speech that he plans to replicate the success of his own
Internet-powered, grass-roots fund-raising efforts and will hardwire a
network of activists throughout the South. He also said he plans to
spend a lot more time below the Mason-Dixon line. President Bush expanded his
margin of victory in every Southern state except North Carolina, the
home state of Democratic vice presidential candidate John Edwards.
According to one post-election analysis, Bush won 85 percent of all
Southern counties and 90 percent of those that have white majorities. [more]
Poor, White and Pissed
One of the problems we working class Southerners have is that educated progressive Americans see us as a bunch of obese, heavily armed nose pickers. This problem is compounded by the fact that so many of us are pretty much that. Call it the “Dumb-crackers-lordee-I-reckon” syndrome. But liberals err in thinking this armed and drunken laboring species is an exclusively Southern breed. No matter where you live in this nation you will find us. We are the folks in front of you at the Wal-Mart checkout lugging a case of motor oil while having nicotine fits. But even in such democratic venues as shopping, our encounters are limited because we do not buy designer beer and you do not buy ammo or motor oil by the case. And if we aren’t in the checkout line then we are probably waiting on you as clerks. With our bright red regulated vests and nametags we do not look poor or desperate. But I can tell you that the smiling, wise old guy in the orange vest in the plumbing department of the local Home Depot, Roy, the one who knows everything there ever was to know about plumbing, is limping around on bad knees with two bone grafted discs from a life as a construction laborer, and at age 67 is working solely so he can have health insurance. Not for insurance from Home Depot mind you, but so his entire paycheck can go to cover the private insurance he must have if he doesn’t want to lose the rundown bungalow he and his wife bought right after the Korean War to medical bills. [more]
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Poor, White and Pissed
One of the problems we working class Southerners have is that educated progressive Americans see us as a bunch of obese, heavily armed nose pickers. This problem is compounded by the fact that so many of us are pretty much that. Call it the “Dumb-crackers-lordee-I-reckon” syndrome. But liberals err in thinking this armed and drunken laboring species is an exclusively Southern breed. No matter where you live in this nation you will find us. We are the folks in front of you at the Wal-Mart checkout lugging a case of motor oil while having nicotine fits. But even in such democratic venues as shopping, our encounters are limited because we do not buy designer beer and you do not buy ammo or motor oil by the case. And if we aren’t in the checkout line then we are probably waiting on you as clerks. With our bright red regulated vests and nametags we do not look poor or desperate. But I can tell you that the smiling, wise old guy in the orange vest in the plumbing department of the local Home Depot, Roy, the one who knows everything there ever was to know about plumbing, is limping around on bad knees with two bone grafted discs from a life as a construction laborer, and at age 67 is working solely so he can have health insurance. Not for insurance from Home Depot mind you, but so his entire paycheck can go to cover the private insurance he must have if he doesn’t want to lose the rundown bungalow he and his wife bought right after the Korean War to medical bills. [more]
