CLEVELAND – Well, that wasn’t much of a debate. Not that I expected it to be. As Democratic presidential hopefuls criss-crossed Ohio last week in search of votes, their respective debate strategies became obvious long before they took the stage.
Sen. Hillary Clinton of New York would attack, throwing all her best
punches to frustrate Sen. Barack Obama of Illinois. She needed to
land the knock-out punch that would shove him off message and expose
him as a lightweight contender for the job she assumed was
hers for the asking.
Obama needed only to look presidential. And he did. That earned him
bragging rights as winner of the debate. It might also have earned him
a victory in the Ohio primary. Or, at the very least, denied Clinton
the overwhelming win she needs to keep hope
alive in her crumbling campaign.
But even though folks across this state may sense that Clinton’s hopes
of becoming president are slip-sliding away, they are still wondering
whether to believe in Obama. Judging from all that I hear, he’s
winning them over.
My poker-playing buddy Ken took his 14-year-old daughter and two of her friends to witness Obamamania at Public Hall here last Saturday evening. He came away from the event scratching his head at the crowd that turned out.
Well, at least, one person in that crowd.
For the most part, Ken told me, the audience was an interesting mix of folks. Of the 6,000 people who braved the hawk off Lake Erie to come downtown to hear Obama’s pep talk, maybe 60 percent of them were black; mostly they looked to be middle-class families, proud and happy to be a part of history.
Less than half the crowd was white, almost evenly divided between old and young. The largest observable demographic were the few hundred union folks in matching purple T-shirts who had apparently been bused in for the event.
Directly behind Ken, who arrived without VIP tickets and sat in the balcony, was The White Woman.
I guess I should point out here that Ken is a stereotypical, white Obama supporter. You know the type: Well-educated, Saab-driving, suburban homeowner. He reads The New Yorker and listens to Garrison Keillor’s ‘A Prairie Home Companion’ on public radio. I doubt he’s ever voted – or ever will — for a Republican. He also has the world’s worst poker face, a kind and expressive disposition that reveals whatever is on his mind.
The White Woman appeared to be in her mid 30s. She wore blue jeans and a fashionable blouse. Her hair was dark with reddish highlights. She had three kids – two boys about 6 and 8, and a chatty girl who was about 10 years old. Her husband looked Hispanic; he was definitely much older and didn’t say much, except to talk softly with a heavy accent into his cell phone.