Yesterday, the big news in Park Slope was about Obama, who is poised to be the first black democratic nominee for president of the United States. All over the Slope there was joy and excitement. But also talk, talk, talk about Hillary.
Some were angry. A parent at the annual PS 321 potluck supper in the school’s backyard saw Bill de Blasio, a longtime Hillary supporter.
“I can’t look at him. He makes me sick. The way he was standing behind Hillary last night. It makes me so angry!” she said with true venom.
Others were more reflective about the historic nature of the primary season. A black man and a woman competing for the nomination. An amazing, amazing journey.
There was also the disappointment of the die-hard Hillary supporters, local women who felt excited and empowered by the idea of a female president.
Others had become wearied by Hillary’s insistence on staying in. Mixed with respect for her tenacity and stamina there was the feeling that it was time for her to throw in the towe.
For some yesterday was the beginning of something great. For others it was the end of hope and expectation about a Hillary administration.
Perhaps it has to do with the exclusion of any positive quotations regarding Obama’s success, but I am confused as to why someone would be sick and angry over a fellow citizen’s (albeit a politician’s) choice for nominee? Isn’t that what the democratic process is supposed to be about? Would she stand behind Clinton had she turned out to secure the delegates needed?