This article is from Creative Loafing of Charlotte. It is my essay on a week spent covering the Democratic National Convention.
Warren's speech catered to, and maybe reassured, progressives. "No, Romney, corporations are not people ... people are people," Warren said. "They dance, they live, they love, and they die, and that matters." It was simple, empathic rhetoric, and I liked her.
Then came the Big Dog, who delivered the greatest speech from a former president since Teddy Roosevelt took on his successor and declared, "We stand at Armageddon, and we battle for the Lord."
Half of Clinton's speech was ad-libbed. I hung on every word. My tongue was in my throat. There was new momentum in the air.
After a photo shoot, I took Siegelman to a shaded concrete bench outside the arena, breaking the ice by revealing a couple skeletons from my own closet. He was going to federal prison for six years, seemed a broken man, and I wanted to get on his level.
"I am going to prison on Tuesday, September the 11th," Siegelman said, as we chatted more freely now. "After that, my voice will be silenced and I won't be able to speak out."
The Obama "Change" slogan from 2008 seemed prescient, at least when it came to the faces of the folks who were with me inheriting the Democratic Party. Obama's new slogan, "Forward," keeps me hoping that that's where we are headed.