On election night, right after the networks called the House for the Democrats, Nancy Pelosi surfaced for the first time in the long campaign, like the undead.
Watching her taking the podium with her grand children as if she personified the Democratic win, a wave of nausea came over me. She thanked the Democratic ‘leadership’ by name, everyone a neo-liberal, a super delegate. Everyone on stage had a hand in the Democratic debacle of 2016, and none had a hand in the win they are shamelessly celebrating. She spoke of reintroducing ‘transparency and openness’ to government, without shame and without reflecting upon how, stealthy in the shadows, the DNC tilts the playing field still.
In a list of things she said the Democrats will now do, there is no mention of the environment, no universal health care, no college tuition relief, no income mal-distribution, no ‘no’ to corporate sell-out. Not a word about the thousands of young people ringing door bells, getting the votes out, marching behind Bernie to the polls. With sunken eyes and frozen smile, Pelosi could not bring herself to congratulate any of the vibrant new Congresswomen and men who would gladly replace her as ‘leader’. I hope they do it soon.