Palin decided to pay a visit to the college here today, and I, for some reason best known to others, decided to go and see her. I just wanted to see if Palin’s really as bad as the media says she is, after all, nothing more.
The line to go into the rally was so freaking long – my peers and I arrived about an hour and a half before the doors opened, and we were about half a mile back from the entrance. So cold and windy; had trouble walking in a straight line, and as we were stuck near the edge of a building, the backdraft wind was actually worse than the wind itself.
There were a lot of people going around selling pins and buttons and shirts to the public, taking advantage of the time to market like crazy these overpriced souvenirs, especially as it seemed a disapportionate ratio of people supported Palin over McCain (there were many, many shirts that put Palin over McCain, and many other shirts specifically stating they liked Palin, and where McCain wasn’t even mentioned).
By 3:20 (over an hour after we arrived), we still weren’t in the building, and the only sign of progress we had made was a volunteer going around collecting ticket stubs that asked us to sign our names and addresses. When questioned, he said that we had to give him at least that info, as if we didn’t, “they won’t let you in.” The only thing was, he collected these stubs in a plastic bag – something that would seem too low-tech to keep track of our answers. The only reason I could see for such info was to mail us stuff, which I wasn’t looking forward to.
There was a decent-sized crowd of Obama supporters near the entrance to the rally, who held up many of those lawn signs and other posters and being generally peaceful. There was a guy with an Obama mask there as well, talking to “his” supporters. My peers and I figured that we could just go talk to the demonstrators and whatnot, and take a couple of pictures with them, considering they seemed pretty friendly and whatnot.
So we did.
See, up to this point, the McCain/Palin supporters around us were generally receptive of us, and were friendly enough, asking us about the town and the university and such. I thought they were very nice and amiable.
However, after we went to the Obama people (across the street, leaving one person behind to save our spot), they adopted a distinct cold demeanor, refusing to talk to us, and butting ahead of us in line. I overheard this one woman saying to another that they were allowed to butt, as our group had stepped out of line, and to the Obama supporters (regardless of the person we had left back in line to guard specifically against such an argument).
Furthermore, there was this one woman, who, as I went back to the line for the rally, asked me in a sardonic tone “You do know this is a rally for Palin, right?” Another woman asked me as I was about to enter the stadium, “You’re for Obama, yes?”
I replied we were there as high school students to get both sides of the story, as we were curious about politics. She, along with her friends behind her, sneered at us, as if to indicate their disdain; the sarcasm was palpable as she said, “Sure…”
Inside the place where the rally was held, we immediately noticed the lack of racial diversity; a quick headcount left us with three blacks, one Asian, and one American Indian, excluding our group (add another Asian and Indian for us). But, the point was, the group present at the rally was almost entirely made of middle aged white people, occasionally with their six or seven year old kid. There were, of course, our classmates, but for the most part, the teenage population was unseen at the rally.
So, after playing country music for an hour or so during which time Palin should have came on stage, the VP candidate finally entered the gym at 5:30, over an hour behind the schedule of 4:15. After perfunctory introductions, Palin immediately started to attack Obama, listing the faults of wealth redistribution and overseas security.
Her exact quote on Obama’s economic policy: “He says it’s your job to earn the wealth!”
Really now.
After this round of anti-Obama rhetoric, Palin moved to the changes that McCain and herself would bring to the government. Here is my list:
– clean up corruption
– pay for college
– lower income taxes (as long as you’re a business)
– “You should not be working for your government, your government should be working for you.” (John Kennedy, eat your heart out.)
– balance the budget at the end of the first term in office
– isn’t afraid to talk about wars and the word “victory” applied to such a war in a sense not immediately proceeding “no”
– “…won’t wave white flag of surrender to terrorists…”
– won’t cut off supply to troops
– seek alternative sources of energy
– “Drill here, drill now.”
– attention to children with special needs
– family first
– reform government
I just feel that, though the Palin rhetoric was passable, the actual substance was missing from the speech. This is in stark contrast to that Obama ad that, in two mintues, outlined Obama’s entire economic plan (found here).
So, overall, I felt that the speech was seriously lacking in evidence and specifics, but was decent, if not slightly above average in speaking skills.
This together would not, however, lead to such a memorable night, if not for what happened after the rally ended.
My peers had snuck in some Obama signs into the rally, with the intention of unveiling them during the middle of the rally; however, they decided that would be too disruptive, and instead, waited until Palin was done with her speech, and exiting, to show the posters.
As soon as they held up the signs, however, a woman behind us, around 45 – 50, took the arms of one of my peers, and bodily dragged her down to reach the sign so that my peer was on the verge of falling down, when my other peer came to her rescue and saved her.
After this, the woman went for another sign; however, the person holding this one was too tall, and the woman ended up smacking him a couple of times in the face.
All this time, I was kneeling on the floor behind my peers trying to get a picture of the signs; I regret not being able to record the incident, and all that I have are a couple of blurry pictures that resulted from the wild motions my peers had made in attempts to escape the seizing hand.
This general unpleasantness escalated when the woman’s husband came up from behind me to my right, and started heckling my peers and myself, in a crude impression of what we were doing (me with my camera, and my peers’ annoyance). I must have looked at him in the wrong light, for after he looked at me, he started heckling me directly.
Pointing at my hair, he jeered, “What the fuck are you?”
I replied, somewhat miffed “A racist,” thinking that he was referring to my ethnic background.
After a pause, he pointed again, and said, “Are you a fucking man or woman?”
To which I said, “A sexist.”
To which he said, “Get a job, you fucking brat. Get a life.”
Around us were at least four or five children with their parents.
The couple left at this point for the door, as the crowd around us had thinned; after waiting several moments, our group left as well. However, by chance or some other design, we found ourselves once again with the couple – this time, the man pulled out his Veterans Card, and, shoving it about two inches from our faces, yelled to us that he had spent eight years in the service in Germany, as a justification for why he supported McCain. I was confused at why being in the service had anything to do with political alliances, but I nevertheless said “Thank you” in a sincere manner. He ignored me, and continued on, shoving the card again into one of my peers’ faces, repeating the procedure, moving towards the exit as he did so.
After this point, we waited again several moments, and followed their paths to the exit. However, once again we found ourselves near the couple, who, this time, pulled one of the signs they took from my peers and taunted us to get it back, telling us so until they disappeared out the door.
Perhaps it was partly our fault; after all, it was us who provoked them to act.
But I believe what they did was also out of line, and, what was more, grossly disproportional to what we were doing.
These people, however, are not representative of the gathering at the rally; another woman, who was near us, had offered us the other side of her as a place to move to after my peers showed the signs, telling us that we had just as much right to express our views as did she.
I found that people such as the latter woman exemplifies the spirit of diversity and openess that is sorely needed in today’s society, and that, if only more people were like her, the rhetoric of tolerance can be turned into the practice of tolerance. And, through such tolerance, we can truely move forward as human beings.