Chelsea Breaks The News: ‘Mom, It’s Over.’

Writer Lawrence Bobo imagines the Clinton endgame in which Chelsea plays the heavy. [LOL]

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"Are you ok dear? What's wrong?" said a frightening voice deep behind the swirling gray cloud in the seat next to her.

Without thinking, without sugar-coating it, Chelsea just blurted it out: "It's time, Mom! It's time for you to quit! I don't recognize you anymore. No one does. We used to stand for something. People used to be thrilled when you showed up. Now everywhere you go I see people wincing in discomfort as you speak, applauding politely sometimes, but mostly feeling ill at ease. This isn't you. This isn't what we should be about. It's over! It's over! It's truly over! Can't you see that?"

"Oh, are those pesky questions about Monica Lewinsky bothering you, my dear?" a treacly rasp hissed from behind the cloud. "Don't let it trouble you. Your father and I are done with it. No one in the Beltway cares anymore, not even Republicans."

"I don't care about that!" Chelsea snapped back. "Don't you get it? You can't win. You can't win at this point. You are hurting the party. You are hurting the man who is going to be the Democratic nominee. And most of all, you are destroying a reputation and image you built over a life time. Every new thing you try in this campaign is more embarrassing and lower than the tactic before it! Don't you see how awful you now look to other people? Don't you see how even our friends are pained –deeply pained -- to see us? The Presidency is not worth losing your soul, Mom! You stood for something at one point. Have you lost sight of everything?"

The cloud seemed motionless. Perhaps the words were getting through. May be "the thought" had finally penetrated the cloud made a deep steel gray by too many toothy smiles, too many shouted slogans, too many sniping remarks, too many calculated one-liners, too many spin-meister confabs, too many fear-mongering ads. "This will pass, dear. Would you like an Ambien?"

Chelsea wept. Under her breath, too softly for the cloud to hear, she asked "Have you no shame?"

Well, I said it was a dream.

Lawrence Bobo is the W. E. B. Du Bois Professor of Sociology and of African and African American Studies at Harvard University.