Black Democrats feel surge of pride.
Rep. James Clyburn, the top black politician in South Carolina and the No. 3 Democrat in the U.S. House, was a delegate to the 1972 Democratic convention. His choice for president was easy: He cast his vote for a black woman, Shirley Chisholm.
“I’m very proud of that. I know that people still have those same kinds of feelings,” Clyburn says.
But it’s more complicated now, he concedes. Some black voters feel that surge of pride for Barack Obama, who is black, and others feel it for Hillary Rodham Clinton, who is female. Asked which bond will be stronger, Clyburn quotes baseball legend Yogi Berra: “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
The first time I voted was for Shirley Chisholm in the Dem primary of 1970.
Because a black guy voted for a black woman?
If you say so…
Because only one of our two parties attracts the majority of minorities.
Gotcha…
America — The Minority Country.
Where we’re taught to hate the majority because, well, there’s more of them.
That’s right, Frank.
You’re a victim.
That’s right, Wellstone, you truly don’t know what you’re talking about.
Nothing new for you.
Oooooo…
Those nasty minorities HATE me, they HATE me, they HATE me and all just because I’m an angry white male, and there’s MORE of me…
Nah, Frank, there’s LOADS of reasons to hate you. And even more to have no respect for you.
Wellstone, how you feel about me personally is of no concern to me. I don’t know you, and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to.
I didn’t call myself a victim, you asswipe, you did.
Just because it moistens your dockers to think you “care about minorities” doesn’t mean I’m going to be a phony about it.
I’ve probably helped more minority mentally ill, ex – offenders, alcoholics and addicts than you’ve ever bumped into on public transportation. That is, if you’ve ever stooped so low as to take public transportation.
I don’t know any of the people on this blog, and they don’t know me, but you know what?
If there is exactly one phony ass liberal posting on this blog, it’s you.
Something just tells me you’re a vanilla white punk that rolls up his windows up MLK Blvd, when he accidentally ends up there.
Something tells me I could kick your ass up and down ANY MLK Boulevard, Frank, with people cheering.
But that would be abuse of the elderly. Even if they ARE writing checks with their mouths their ass can’t cash.
You’re a sorry joke, Frank, not even smart enough to be a parody.
Check with “s” anytime you want my address. I only live a few minutes walk from MLK Blvd.
Unless you’re afraid to walk around over there.
I can walk freely in any neighborhood I choose to, Frank.
I’m an Ivy League grad, and I live very comfortably now, but I grew up in the South Bronx and on ugly streets in NYC where you never saw a white face unless it was in a police cruiser or on a scared social worker. I can walk the walk.
You’re not smart enough to be a parody, Frank, cut it out.
You’re such a huge pantload you’re making me laugh.
“Something just tells me you’re a vanilla white punk that rolls up his windows up MLK Blvd, when he accidentally ends up there.”
Holy Christ, Frank is a playa now.