Imagine this scenario.
It’s the last week in July in Philadelphia, PA. It ‘s muggy but overcast. Despite a barrage of media attacks, Bernie Sanders has narrowly beaten Hillary Clinton, taking twenty out of the last twenty-four states with huge (“Yuuuugee”) victories on the West Coast.
Inside the Wells Fargo Center, in a private room, Hillary is holding back tears. On the other side of a locked door, a reporter overhears her berating Bill and pounding a clenched fist on his chest.
“It was my turn. I was supposed to be President. That was the deal!”
“Well Hillary, it’s not the end of the world,” Bill answers in a raspy voice. “He ran an unbelievable race. You’ve got to give Bernie credit. The people love him.”
“Whose side are you on? It was suppose to be my turn! My turn!” she shrieks, tears running down her cheeks.
“Keep it down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
“I’m sorry Hillary. I’ve got to catch my plane.”
“Brazil again? You always go to Brazil. You were just there two weeks ago!”
“It’s a meeting for the foundation, it’s important.”
Inside the convention hall, the establishment is fuming. During the campaign, to ensure a Hillary victory, the DNC fixed the debate and election schedule, attempted to confiscate Bernie’s voter database, and leaked negative narratives about Bernie’s campaign to an already adversarial press. But Bernie has overcome all odds. Debbie Wasserman Shultz, DNC National Chairperson, is grinding her teeth. Chris Matthews of MSNBC has a scowl on his face. The Congressional Black Caucus, whose members sold out long ago and became neoliberal political elites, have embarrassed and ashamed countenances. That is, all except Keith Ellison, who proudly backed Bernie from the start. The Democratic Party gatekeepers are stunned.
Outside the arena, hundreds of thousands of people are chanting, ” Bernie, Bernie!!”
The future is not yet written. Let’s write it together!
#Feel the Bern