In 1962 a Rand Corporation strategist named Herman Kahn wrote a
controversial book on nuclear war, which he entitled “Thinking About
the Unthinkable.” The title came to my mind this week, as I listened to
radio reports of polls that put Barack Obama’s lead at anywhere from
five to 10 percentage points. No, his election is not unthinkable to
me. Two years ago, I wrote him off as a fluke. A year ago I worried out
loud about his lack of experience. As I write this, I am prepared to
vote for him.
The “unthinkable” for me today is that some
racist out there somewhere, hearing the same polling stats, is oiling
his rifle right now. That’s what scares the heck out me, as the
countdown to Election Day approaches its final hours.
We’ve been there before, and thinking about it makes the hairs on the
back of my neck stand up. This month marks the 45th anniversary of
JFK’s assassination. Despite all the conspiracy theories, the thousands
of books, the Oliver Stone movie, and all the rest, I continue to
believe that a weird little nut named Oswald acted alone. Armed with a
cheesy Italian war-surplus rifle, he killed the president… and, with
him, the dreams of many in my generation.
Forty years ago, two more worthless cuckoos killed Bobby and Martin. I
shall forever be amazed at colleagues who wax nostalgic about the
Sixties. The decade was a time of terror, dissention, drugs and war.
And madmen robbed me of the three heroes of my youth.
Why will I vote for Obama, when I have said so often that I would not?
First and foremost, because John McCain has let me --- and such GOP
icons as Christopher Buckley and Colin Powell --- down… way down. It’s
not that he is behaving like Hubert Humphrey in ’68, when
Gonzo-journalist Hunter Thomson likened HHH to a bull moose in heat
crashing through a Wisconsin forest. Old men may be forgiven for
excessive zeal in their last runs for the White House.
No, I could forgive him for that. What I can’t forgive is his selection
of Sarah Palin as his running mate. Palin makes Obama look like an
elder statesman. Her nomination is an insult to every thinking
American. True, P.T. Barnum once said, “No one ever went broke
underestimating the intelligence of the American people.” But, folks,
are we really that dumb? I sure hope not. But, if I were sure we
weren’t, I wouldn’t be worrying about the unthinkable.
Second, whether Obama is good or merely mediocre in the White House,
his election will do more to put behind us the centuries of slavery,
Jim Crow, and segregation, than anything else that I can imagine. His
presidency simultaneously will send a conciliatory message to what we
used to refer to as the “Third World.” From the Bush Doctrine to the
son of a black African in one election… what opportunities to rebuild
America’s international image this offers!
Last, but not least, something in my aging gut tells me this guy may be
the real deal, despite his limited international expertise. His aplomb
in the three debates was exemplary. Hilary Clinton had me worrying
about the crisis-call at three o’clock in the morning. I begin to
believe that that call, when it comes (as it inevitably must), won’t
shake this guy up at all. Besides, he has the good sense to surround
himself with the best and the brightest, from Joe Biden to Warren
Buffet.
So, I say to the Secret Service: be on your tippy toes, folks. Keep
this candidate safe. He may be America’s Great Black Hope. In any
event, he deserves a chance to change the course of our ship of state,
which Mr. Bush has driven over shoals, nearly tearing out its bottom,
and headed toward history’s rocks. Keep him safe and sound, fellas. I
have come to believe that right now we need this guy.
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