After Seeing Bernie Sanders Win the New Hampshire Democratic Presidential Primary

Poems

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 be an important historical first and far
      preferable to Trump or Grump 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 included;
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 the young and for a future with better
      odds of nurturing habitable life on the planet,
and my aching bones are going to enjoy the rejuvenation they get during the night’s sleep, new
      energies to try re-launching me in the coming months to at least something close
      to my old literary and activist life.

February 2016