The Day I Stopped Liking Bill Clinton
I remember voting for Bill Clinton when he first ran for president. He was idealistic, full of hope and not afraid of having a little fun. He took the issues seriously but he wasn’t afraid to have a good laugh. He spoke of an America that I yearned to be a part of. He was my president.
I remember seeing him at The National Convocation of the Church of God in Christ. At the time the chief prelate was Bishop L H Ford. Bishop Ford was an elderly man and I remember Bishop Ford and President Clinton walking up the stairs to the podium. I remember President Clinton gently holding the Bishop’s arm as they went up the steps. That simple gesture meant so much to me. Here was the President of the United States, the most powerful man in the world helping an elderly preacher. It was such a respectful gesture, and I will never forget it. That sealed the deal for me I loved Bill Clinton.
I stood up for him during the Lewinsky debacle in discussions with family and friends. I saw it as a family matter that became all too public. I would often say he is my president not my preacher so who was I to ride the slippery moral high horse.
All that warm and fuzzy feeling has changed over the last few weeks, and January 20, 2008 made my transition complete. I saw the president in an interview with Tom Brokaw and when he was asked about Barack Obama he waxed on about the Senator’s eloquence. He gladly touted his oratorical skills, but it seemed almost as if he was describing the achievement of a precocious child. The look on his face seemed to be the look of mild bemusement.
I know that politics is a dirty business. It is no holds barred, take no prisoners and if your friends get out of line step on their throat. President Clinton adored Sen. Obama as long as he stayed in his place. If only Barack would have just stayed home, and out of the fray, the benevolent Clintons might have let him deliver another convention speech.
Sen. Obama had the temerity to run for the presidency in the year that Sen. Clinton was ready to wear the crown and carry the scepter. Senator Obama stepped out of line and moved up to the front of the line. He believed his time is now, he was unwilling to wait until King Bill said it was time. I admired Pres. Clinton, but that was before I learned his true identity King Bill.
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Comment by Mr WordPress — January 21, 2008 @ 9:56 pm
Dear ebony mom,
I think you view the political race with an insight not yet seen in traditional media outlets. Keep up the good work…please continue to be a balanced voice to the ears of those too jaded to even bother listening to the diatribes of the candidates.
Comment by gaj1206 — January 22, 2008 @ 3:57 pm