It seems, in watching those three speeches last night (McCain's,
Clinton's and Obama's) the American people were given a primer on what
it means to have true grace.
McCain, bumbling through his poorly
written speech, set against a backdrop emblazoned with his hackneyed,
derivative new slogan "A Leader We Can Believe In", showed us what
happens when a great man and maverick falls on his own sword. As I
listened to him, I couldn't help but pity an old man who has lost his
way at the end of his life; could anyone really believe it was the same
candidate who even I (a hard-core progressive) considered as viable in
2000? Even his audience seemed flabbergasted by his speech!
Clinton,
clearly exhausted, continued the same trope her campaign has followed
for months: "I don't believe this is happening, and therefore will not
acknowledge it is happening." The populist fire that had infected her
rhetoric lately — some of it compelling — had cooled to a sickly ember.
And I didn't feel excited; just choked by the thick smoke-screen she
seemed insistent on using to obscure the reality of her loss.
Obama
stepped forward and spent 5 minutes expounding on his rival's positive
qualities to 35,000 of his supporters. More eloquently than Clinton has
ever made her case, he praised her and - quite frankly - laid to rest
months of rancor for his supporters. If ever you wondered why he was
winning, all you had to do was watch that speech last night; it was a
lesson in grace. Obama came forward and showed us all how you can
elegantly, respectfully and completely set aside your competitor. Just
wait until he does it to McCain in November — I'm sure he will be
just as kind, and it will be just as final a dismissal.