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Austin, 2008: Not Your Father's Democratic Convention
by Paul Geneson
Posted on June 8, 2008
This was a get-together that was a long time coming. After the two candidates, Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, had slugged it out for what seemed like an eternity, the primary season ended this week.
Looking back, this whole unlikely primary battle had matched the Kid from Left Field against the former First Lady and heir to the crown of Clinton. What made it oh-so-historical was the way the Kid who should have been out of the picture by Super Tuesday stayed in the contest with Hillary, and in the end, the Impossible trumped the Inevitable. As stories go, it doesn't get much more exciting than that.
Locally, there was some drama with the challenge by Obama supporters over the way state delegates were counted at the El Paso County convention. Behind the scenes, party stalwarts battled it out in emails and snail mail; Sebastian Martinez, long-time Clinton supporter and co-parliamentarian at the convention, pointed out violations of party rules in a letter, and in response, unsigned counter-letters attacked him.
The Road to Austin
Three buses ferried El Paso's Democrats to the Austin Convention. The Tejanos (a Hillary Clinton group) ran one, the Mexican-American Democrats (MAD, largely Obama-oriented) ran another and there was a "Democratic Party" bus, also largely pro-Hillary. On the MAD bus, there was the incident of the Police Stop somewhere outside Van Horn. One wag selected, "It must have been a Republican cop who needed to meet his quota." After some talk with the driver, the officer, who peeked into the bus to assure himself the vehicle was not running aliens into the nation's interior, allowed the bus to proceed.
Friday morning found the bus passengers, 80 of them on a full-up bus, wiping sleep out of their eyes and marveling at a rainfall that covered the glass on the bus and caused the roadway to slick up. The rain also made the arriving crowd wonder whether to believe their eyes. After all, the gray and threatening skies seemed a world away from the hot and windy night they'd left behind in El Paso.
After checking in at Embassy Suites, a 15-minute ride to the Convention Center, we hustled to the center downtown where the Convention had begun the night before. "Hustled" means a bunch of dingy Democrats waited in line while their bus buddies showered up and got dressed and ready for the bus. Luggage and other items were stowed in rooms that had been left vacant -- actual room assignments would wait till later (which happened, for most of the tired passengers, to take place after midnight). But all that happened later ...
The convention Center. If you've never flown into a major airport -- DFW, O'Hare, Kennedy in New York -- you may not know what it's like to walk down a hall teeming with a sea of faces. And all types of people were represented here -- short and tall, thin and not-so-thin, old and young, and all the colors of humanity. I saw: