election day

Since Missouri doesn’t allow early voting and we would have had to lie in order to vote absentee, and since we both like to vote on election day, my beloved and I went to our polling place after 9:00 this morning on the theory that we would miss the crowds voting before work. We were correct. On our way in we met a good many smiling folks who told us the wait was less than an hour.

Earlier Kathleen had watched the Obamas vote on CNN and given me a report as I was doing some email–she said the children were there, but that they looked sleepy. Then she said Obama would take time for a little pick-up basketball on his way to Indiana, where he would campaign later in the morning. Michelle looked really wiped, she said. Then she told me that Obama’s grandmother voted two and a half weeks ago, and that she was firm of mind, according to report. CNN later reported that the crowd at Grant Park in Chicago tonight may surpass a million.

Our polling place today was at Shenandoah School in St. Louis, not far from us. There was a line outside about half a block long, though observers told us that early on the line had stretched for three blocks. We were inside in ten minutes, maybe, and waited about a half hour to vote in a school gym crowded with people. Everybody seemed in a good humor. We met several neighbors and friends. People were talking pleasantly with one another in the lines at the precinct tables. When it got to be our turn, my beloved took a paper ballot. I decided to be adventurous and voted electronically.

Things were well organized. There were planty of poll workers, newly outfitted in blue polo shirts and wearing plastic badges with their names and photos. The atmosphere was uniformly pleasant and free of mean-spiritedness. It reminded me of something I wrote here back when I first began to write about Barack Obama, that he reminded me how I loved my country when I really loved my country. I likely still do love my country, found myself casting about for some good patriotic song to think as I stood in line, failed as usual and decided to think of a couple of Sousa marches I like instead. Manifest Destiny aside, nothing quite seemed to fit my cheerful mood (and I can’t stand God Bless America).

Outside the school, we met our Alderwoman, Kacie Starr Triplett, shaking hands and visiting with folks. She isn’t up for reelection this time but will get my vote when she is. Then inside, as we were leaving, we met Lewis Reed, president of the Board of Aldermen, voting and showing his son how the voting macnine works. “Having a little civics lesson, are we?” I cracked as I stopped to speak. Reed grinned and the boy squirmed a little but finally smiled; he looked to be at that age when young people don’t want to be noticed much. I voted for Reed last year and will vote for him again–I wish he would run for mayor–at least partly because he he has often said that he wants to make St. Louis a great city again.

Afterwards we strolled back to our car, again passing crowds of voters on their way to the polling place. The crowds today were generationally as well as ethnically diverse. Everybody was speaking to others. There were lots of children with their parents, a couple of babies with their mothers. We stopped to visit with our nexdoor neighbors and one of Kathleen’s young colleagues who was there with her husband. Around us was a beautiful balmy morning with Autumn leaves in full cry, making our city neighborhood with its elderly brick houses look homey and and genteel. I thought, no matter the large cultural forces determining this election–Bill Clinton has been out talking about that already today–Barack Obama has changed my country for the better.

We drove down Grand to SLU, and as we crossed the edge of Compton Heights we saw lots of Obama and Biden yard signs. We were in such a good humor that we didn’t speculate about how terrible we will feel if Obama doesn’t win. Somehow, the day seemed too good for morbid speculation at just that moment, so good indeed that even the derelict industrial area from Chouteau to forty highway looked OK. After I left Kathleen at her office, driving home, I was feeling so cheerful that I didn’t even swear at the asshole who honked at me at Grand and Lindell because I didn’t turn the corner fast enough to suit him. . . .

Right now it’s looking very good for my guy. Most polls project him to win with over 50 percent of the popular vote–somethng no democrat has done since Jimmy Carter–a substantial electoral victory, and a Senate majority that will be substantial even if not quite filibuster proof. I’m feeling cautiously optimistic about the outcome of the voting.

But truth to tell, it’s a good day no matter the electoral outcome. The social outcomes of this historic campaign have already been remarkable.

catching up on some things

Just when I think I might start to like George Will a little, he tells the world on ABC’s Sunday Morning that Colin Powell’s endorsement of Barack Obama will have “some impact” because “this country is so eager, a) to feel good about itself by doing this [electing an African American president?], but more than that to put paid to the whole Al Sharpton/Jesse Jackson game of political rhetoric.” Partial translation: Powell has endorsed Obama (and Obama supporters are happy about the endorsement) because Obama is black.

Elsewhere, Will has claimed that Obama will get three votes because he’s black for every vote he’ll lose. So, of course, Powell (also being black and not being a true conservative) has gone with the herd who are supporting Obama as an afirmative action candidate.

Writing on the same subject, Robert Novak seems by his title theme, “Powell’s Predictable Endorsement,” to drift into the same territory of circumstantial ad hominem that has claimed Will. But Novak’s point turns out to be that Powell has always been a liberal. I thought Powell’s endorsement prettty much summed up the campaign as I see it it right now; and that being the case, I’m hard put to disagree with Novak.

Then there’s Will’s most recent Washington Post column characterizing deposed Episcopal Bishop Robert Duncan as a hero of the faith, a regular Martin Luther, if you will.

The Rev. Robert Duncan, 60, is not a Lutheran, but he is a Luther, of sorts. The former Episcopal bishop of Pittsburgh has, in effect, said the words with which Martin Luther shattered Christendom and asserted the primacy of individual judgment and conscience that defines the modern temperament: ” Ich kann nicht anders” — I cannot do otherwise.

As every Episcopalian knows, Robert Duncan could have done otherwise. He has pursued a course towards establishing a separatist Anglican province in the United States (with himself as principal) for many years now. He has collected a relatively small group of followers who are dissatisfied with the 1979 Prayerbook, the feminization of the church (so called — read ordination of women to the priesthood), and most recently by pressures within the church for full inclusion of gays, lesbians, and transgendered persons, symbolized for many by the consecration of the church’s first openly gay bishop, Gene Robinson of New Hampshire. But, as Will protests (too much, I think), echoing a theme Duncan has sounded again and again:

It is not the secessionists such as Duncan who are, as critics charge, obsessed with homosexuality. The Episcopal Church’s leadership is latitudinarian — tolerant to the point of incoherence, Duncan and kindred spirits think — about clergy who deviate from traditional church teachings concerning such core doctrines as the divinity of Christ, the authority of Scripture and the path to salvation. But the national church insists on the ordination of openly gay clergy and on blessing same-sex unions.

It is for this reason, the putative apostasy of church leadership, that the Episcopal Church has declined in membership and influence, as Will sees it:

The Episcopal Church once was America’s upper crust at prayer. Today it is “progressive” politics cloaked — very thinly — in piety. Episcopalians’ discontents tell a cautionary tale for political as well as religious associations. As the church’s doctrines have become more elastic, the church has contracted. It celebrates an “inclusiveness” that includes fewer and fewer members.

Will’s views echo those of schismatics but do not reflect the political reality. Duncan’s splinter group has affiliated with Archbishop Peter Akinola of Nigeria, but the schismatic Dioceses of San Joachin and (soon to be) Fort Worth have affiliated with Bishop Gregory Venables of the Southern Cone, since their primary complaint is women’s ordination. Schism does not breed unity, but breeds more schism.

Meanwhile the Episcopal Church continues. It is true that the church lost members between 1965 and 2002, but the reasons for that loss are complex and by no means as Duncan and his followers maintain. Those who think the Episcopal Church is incoherent, as Duncan alleges, might wish to read a bit at the site of The Episcopal Majority, now closed because its work is done, or spend some time with Fr. Mark Harris.

All churches are political. That the Episcopal Church’s politics have moved somewhat left of center is no different a case than those of the United Methodist Church and the Southern Baptist Convention, which have moved right of center (the Baptists further than the Methodists), no different indeed from the case of Mr. Will’s church, which in this essay I will not call Catholic but Roman, and which has been wrenched sharply to the political right by its current Pope, a move that is causing a good deal of discomfort to liberal Catholics.

The goal of schism in the Anglican Communion is not merely to destabilize communion, but to destroy it and replace it with something else. The Communion has, as Fr. Harris points out, never been a church. It is rather a “fellowship of churches.” What Duncan wants is to create an Anglican Church, broad enough perhaps to include the various schismatics with their differences, but not broad enough to include the Episcopal Church.

And in spite of a recent press conference in which he protests some remaining loyalty to Canterbury, I don’t think Duncan cares much whether the empty chair in his imagined cathedral is reserved for the ABC. As matters stand now it will be reserved for the Archbishop of Nigeria, who dreams of rule in the United States on the order of that which Muslim fundamentalists have enforced in parts of the Islamic world.

I wish the church had some law-enforcement agency we could encourage to arrest the arrestable, to jail the jailable, to banish the banishable; but it doesn’t. . . . [T]hings are going haywire….Don’t just let – ‘freedom, freedom, freedom!’ Your child begins to grow up and do all sorts of things, you cannot even cane him, you cannot even reprimand him, you cannot do anything, they say it’s illegal, because all sorts of laws have removed parents’ control over their children. All this must change.

Far from being a Lutheran hero and asserting “the primacy of individual judgment and conscience,” Robert Duncan has sworn fealty to a would-be tyrant. I can’t believe Mr. Will would support such a thing if he thought about it; though the Will/Duncan Luther is a false Luther, as just a casual perusal of Christian Liberty will show, but’s that’s a subject for another day.

clearly I need to watch more . . . .

I think somebody played this clip on TV last night. I picked it up from Ben Smith.

An interesting sidebar to the Batman rehearsal of an old rhetorical trick we’ve seen revived by McCain ads asking, “Who is Barack Obama”; is that Burgess Meredith, who plays The Penguin, was blacklisted in the 1950’s after being declared an unfriendly witness by HUAC. Various online sources note a hiatus of about a decade in his film career, though he continued to perform on Broadway, on radio, and in television during that time. His IMDb bio lists a number of Meredith quotes, among which is this revealing one about the Batman series.

I did ‘Batman’ for two reasons, one of which was the salary. The other was that, after the first few episodes, ‘Batman’ became the in-thing to do. Everybody…would either play a villain or appear as himself in that cameo showcase where a celebrity would poke his head through the window of a building that Batman and Robin were climbing…Actually, we didn’t get as much money from the show as you might think, although we were paid decent money for the feature film version. The main impetus to continue appearing on ‘Batman’ – beyond the desire to get some TV work – was that it was fashionable.

Apparently Meredith also suffered from a bipolar disorder. For more on the Hollywood blacklist, this site has a good many useful links.

And then there’s this (also from IMDb):

I know we have about 23,905 rumors about The Dark Knight sequel floating around the web, from potential villains to casting news to possible titles. Have you heard about the latest one? John McCain might be playing The Penguin! That’s right, if the whole President of the United States thing didn’t work out, he can always rule the box office instead of the country. Okay, so no, it’s not really a real casting rumor. It’s just a little joke that’s been populating YouTube because at his rally last Friday, McCain accidentally channelled Burgess Meredith’s Penguin squawk while talking about Sarah Palin.

There are already a couple of videos of McCain as The Penguin, but this one is my favorite.