After Seeing Bernie Sanders Win the New Hampshire Democratic Presidential Primary

After Seeing Bernie Sanders Win the New Hampshire Democratic Presidential Primary

After nine difficult health years dealing with Lyme disease and neck surgery,
I lived long enough to see the first democratic-socialist in my lifetime win
	a major political party’s presidential primary.
What a night it is to celebrate the advance of citizenly participation and
	economic fairness!
Six months ago, who would have predicted this?  Probably not even Bernie!
Now even the national polls are growing razor-close and Bernie has more
        than a longshot chance to be Democratic Party’s November nominee
although the party, as Sanders noted in his victory speech, is likely afraid of having 
        a left Jewish nominee and right now brainstorming back rooms how to disengage 
        the kitchen sink to stop his momentum.
This country was founded on rebelling against the idea of family dynasties, and the recent
 	exception elections of George W. Bush are now seen by almost all as disaster.
The Clinton dynasty moved from supporting the Children’s Defense Fund to cutting 
        the welfare safety net away from poor women and children;
it moved the Democratic Party toward the center and away from its New Deal liberal 
        traditions;
it had the reputation, as Secretary of State, of being the hawk in the room, helping 
        to create international chaos from Libya and Syria to Honduras.
Yes, Hillary as the first woman president would still be far preferable to Trump or Grump 
        or Blump or Crump in the Republican Party.
But tonight, even if it proves to be the first of a too-small number of victories, was a win 
        for the sweet vegetable taste of utopian recipe dream;
for taking the democratic decision-making baton away from those with greedy 
        super-glue robot hands;
for beginning to fill in the ever-growing Grand Canyon of wealth distribution in America;
for recognizing that there is a scientific history that can explain the world’s changing
	thunderstorms and thermometers;
for joining the rest of the developing world in reading the Universal Declaration of 
	Human Rights and noticing that health care is listed;
for taking issues of racial justice out of the hands of for-profit insurance jailing companies 
        too quick on the finger with tasers and triggers.
I know things will get tougher for Bernie as the primaries move south, but hope he will still
        have at least a fair chance at the nomination.
But whatever happens next, tonight was a win for a future that will nurture habitable life on 
        the planet, and my aching bones are going to enjoy the rejuvenation they get during the
        night’s sleep, before the inevitable post-surgery neck pain comes back tomorrow.
You May Say I'm A Dreamer, Avenue C, 1983, photograph by Philip Pocock
You May Say I'm A Dreamer, Avenue C, 1983, photograph by Philip Pocock

-Eliot Katz