If Washington, D.C., is “Hollywood for ugly people,” the Congressional Black Caucus Foundation’s Annual Legislative Conference — informally known as CBC Weekend to those who skip the panels and attend the parties — is an HBCU Homecoming for grown people with jobs. It’s a Beltway Freaknic for people who favor MSNBC over BET. And I’ll be there.
Designed to advance the CBC’s mission to develop leaders, inform public policy and educate the public, the event includes dozens of forums addressing issues of interest to the black community. But for the young, professional target audience of the conference’s Emerging Leaders Series track, the highest-priority theme is not always “creating a progressive black agenda for the 21st century.” Instead, as a jaded lobbyist friend put it, much of our enthusiasm is for “partying with people in suits.”
I have a girlfriend who claims the pretentious atmosphere of CBC Weekend socializing “inspires unparalleled levels of douchebaggery,” and is planning to hide out in northern Virginia. But I’m not in a position to take part in the condescension. There’s a thread stacking up in my Gmail account right now, in which four friends are coordinating attendance at receptions of all varieties — welcome, networking, red carpet, anniversary, women-only (probably not gonna happen), cigar and cognac — over the next few days.
And my concern as I peruse the schedule is not about “critical challenges facing the African-American community,” as the press release suggests it should be. It’s whether a one-shoulder black dress will be appropriate for a 7 p.m. event called “Supreme Court” on Thursday evening, or if I am actually supposed to pretend to show up in the same thing I wore to work.
I care about politics and social issues. I devour political news, mercilessly delete Facebook friends for ideological infractions in status updates, and have long held that my only hard-and-fast dating deal breaker relates to party affiliation. It’s time to admit that I’d make no more impact on policy issues by playing polo on the Mall with the cast of RHODC than I would rapping along with Tupac lyrics at the “Salute to the Chairs” reception (aka “the California Party”) on Friday night.
There’s no harm in mixing fun with substance. This combination isn’t unique to black people, young people or people who live near the White House. It happens at just about every political conference. Not to mention that the simple act of gathering in association with a political event is understood by some to be a form of political behavior in itself.
Still, I worry that for my peers and me, party priorities during CBC Weekend reflect all that’s left of involvement in political, civic and social issues. Stripped of the built-in opportunities for activism and involvement that school provided, we’re still willing to participate … but only if it involves a little black dress, champagne or the virtual equivalent (like a celebratory, “That’s my president!” post after a moving speech, or a hot picture of the first couple after a state dinner).