Six weeks following the election, we listen to the incessant paddle whack of the pundits trying (mostly in vain) to play analytical ping pong with Hillary’s bouncing little white ball. In similar fashion, the Democratic Party formed up their circular firing squad shooting wildly at every shadow passing through their range of sight—there is no clear target and it matters not who gets shot in the willy-nilly barrage. Is anyone ready for this entertainment-for-the-idiots contrived drama to end, and the discourse move on to something of substance that really matters to the American people?
There is something happening without the fanfare of blaring trumpets that few are willing to ascribe any validity. Bernie and his symbolic birdie are out there talking directly with the American people. So far, only Chris Hayes of MSNBC seems to have noticed the significance of what Bernie is doing. Bernie’s birdie may be instructive to us all. His lovable birdie has no racial, religious, gender, or any other identity cage—birdie is a regular little free birdie who has the same needs, cares, and wants of every other birdie. Most notably, Bernie’s birdie is still out there singing the same melody that free birdies have sung for thousands of years. Sit back for a moment and listen to the caged birdies of Maya Angelou, Alicia Keys, Ayla Nereo, Aubrey Peeples, Jhyve, and J Cole. These are all universal songs that have meaning for all little birdies who yearn to be released from their cages.
Hillary insisted that we all play identity hopscotch with her, but all she achieved was to smash her feet on every little identity square she could find. It was her game, and her rules that she has been arrogantly playing for decades—I saw the game up close in the mid 1990s while lobbying for human rights in Washington, DC. All she proved in 2016 is that identity hopscotch is a losing game—she should have learned the lesson in 2008 when she tried to play it with Barack.
For decades, Bernie has been following a more universal concept of intersectional action. Unfortunately, the birdies in their own little cages may not see the master key to all cages that Bernie is carrying with him in his travels back and forth across the river—I saw this up close in the mid 1990s when Bernie helped us laboriously pick the cage lock that finally began to open two decades later. Bernie is back out there today with his cohort of strategists like Nina Turner, Tulsi Gabbard, and a host of others who know how to pick those cage locks (if folks will just stop throwing the key away). So pick up the damn keys and open up your cages, and pass the keys on to others if you want the freedom of Bernie’s birdie.
Every aviator knows about Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston Seagull breaking away from the squawking flock’s cage. Let’s think of the Steve Miller lyrics we loved in the mid 1970s—fly like an eagle everyone.