As one stood before a thousand cameras, his image flashing across 70 million television screens, the other was holed up in a cabin on the other side of the continent, hundreds of police streaming to the scene.
the State of the Union address is yet another occasion to bask in Obama’s glow, to feel, vicariously, at the center of the world stage, to rally once more around the Icon-in-Chief. It is the antithesis of independent Black politics – of serious politics of any kind – and renders the Big Four-Plus useless at every crucial juncture and all points in between. For all other groups, the State of the Union address is a barometer of a president’s commitment to the interests of their constituency – stated for the world to hear and see. But, for the Black Misleadership Class, it is just another chance to swell with pride at the sight of all those white folks summoned to sit in rapt attention to a Black man’s voice.
With Obama’s proposals only a hazy shade more inclusive than the Senate’s plan, and with the inevitable back room dealing and negotiating already underway, is there any room for everyday people who aren’t lobbyists and professional activists to insert themselves?