First Published on iReport way back when we still feared Sarah Palin might be living in the Dick Cheney’s Undisclosed Location. Now that Palin has resigned, I found myself thinking of it again. Enjoy the little time capsule!
I’ve watched the debates. I’ve watched the rallies. I’ve read and watched the news coverage. Here’s what I’ve learned: Sarah Palin fights like a girl.
Listen to her rhetoric; it’s high school all over again, the popular girl building her clique by a process of exclusion. She cozies up to her rally audiences by telling them that the opposition doesn’t see America like she and her audience do.
She is the walking, talking incarnation of that old axiom, “It is not enough that I succeed; everyone else must fail.” I tried to source that quote, by the way; it was instructive. Various sources attribute it in various forms to Napoleon, Genghis Khan, Gore Vidal, and Attila the Hun, among others. Increasingly, the McCain/Palin campaign seems to be creating its own version in which the first part of the quote is omitted, leaving only, “Everyone else must fail.” The Republicans are leaving no stone unturned to see that this happens. A few days ago I jotted down a little list of the various claims and insinuations against Senator Obama:
1. He is an Arab.
2. He is an African.
3. He is an angry African American.
4. He has ties to the Chicago mob.
5. He is a Socialist.
6. He is sort of an honorary Weatherman.
7. He is a closet terrorist.
8. He hates America (I should have written “real” America).
9. He is to blame for the McCain camp’s negative advertising. (Seriously.)
Any day now I am expecting to hear that Obama is a Chinese immigrant planning to implement the policies of the late, great Mao; that he really swam the Rio Grande one dark night and isn’t a citizen; that he deals drugs from the campaign bus (this isn’t as farfetched as it sounds; there have been GOP attempts to portray him as a “man of the streets”); that he’s changed the national anthem to hip hop. In short, he has been linked to a significant number of our boogeymen, not just once, but over and over again, in spite of the fact that the myths were debunked in most cases months or even years ago. The list is alive and well in the campaign ads, on the robo-calls, and at the rallies.
But I digress. It’s been interesting, watching how the three men in the presidential race deal with Sarah Palin. Senator McCain doesn’t speak of her often, but when he does his goofy smile and gushing remarks made me ask, only half joking, “Is he doing her?”
You think that’s tasteless? Watch the coverage. He’s like a boy talking about his best girl. By all reports, Senator Biden’s debate prep included a healthy dose of how to win the debate and not look like he was beating up on pretty little Sarah Palin. He had his work cut out for him, but managed the delicate situation with good manners and a healthy dose of “challenge McCain not Palin.” In reality, Sarah Palin wasn’t the person Joe Biden debated at all. He listened to what she had to say, no matter how incoherent, smiled, and then focused his own attacks and debate points on McCain.
Barack Obama seems to have channeled Thumper’s mom and followed the “if you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all” rule. He seldom refers to her, but when he does, he is invariably polite, gracious, and respectful.
So there they are, three men, all skilled politicians, all far more informed than the former Miss Wasilla, all more articulate, all arguably more intelligent, based on their showings this election cycle. So why is she even there? Why, out of all of the men and women in the United States, did he pick a provincial, incurious, inexperienced, and, as one reporter put it, “ethically challenged” governor from a state geographically, socially, culturally and financially remote from the rest of us?
I submit that he picked her because she was a pretty girl.
I use the term advisedly. Though she is forty-four years old and a mother of several, Sarah Palin has remained a girl. Hillary Clinton is a woman. Elizabeth Dole is a woman. Women understand responsibility. Women have lived. Women have depths. Women do not comport themselves as if they just escaped from the Chicken House half the time, and as if they are channeling Annie Oakley and the Angel Moroni simultaneously the other half of the time. Women have dignity. Women have grown up.
Women know how to face adversity. They do not hide from the press when it becomes obvious they cannot speak without memorized crib sheets, nor do they excuse their ignorance by insisting that all members of the press except for the 700 Club and Rush Limbaugh are part of an intellectual liberal elite conspiracy. Women take responsibility. They do not speak blithely of being found blameless of ethics violations when the whole world is reading the investigation report that finds them guilty of that very thing. Women do not treat us as if we are idiot children. Sarah Palin is not a woman.
She is a girl. If she weren’t I strongly suspect she would never been chosen as Senator McCain’s running mate. Can you imagine a man uttering the claptrap Sarah Palin has subjected us to surviving even five minutes? Can you imagine Senator “Senator Obama doesn’t understand” McCain tolerating such idiocy? Can you imagine this hypothetical flower of manhood being protected from the big, bad reporters who actually expect him to make sense? It’s laughable. But John McCain needed someone special, someone to appeal to the “base,” and so he picked someone the “base” would love.
I ate lunch in a diner that contained a small piece of that “base” a while back. There were these two farmers. One was your standard Old Coot. The other was a Young Old Coot—let’s call him…oh, Joe the Diner Guy. So Joe and the Old Coot were discussing the shortcomings of a local female county commissioner. They dissected her all they way through their bacon and eggs, and just about the time they were mopping up the last of the egg yolks with the last pieces of toast Joe said mournfully, “Yup…women and power…women and power…terrible combination…terrible combination…”
That’s a significant part of the “base.” Take a look at the demographics. Take a look at the rally tapes. Take a look at the handshake lines. Watch as Sarah Palin plays to the guys in the thick plaid jackets, worn jeans, and thick boots. Don’t get me wrong; I mean no disrespect to these men—and most of them are men; men significantly outnumber women at the Palin rallies. I grew up on a ranch. I worked summers driving trucks and equipment. I live in a farm town now in a rural part of the state. I am surrounded every day by men in worn jeans, thick boots, and plaid jackets, and I’m here to tell you that Joe the Diner Guy is far from unique. Studies show that in the presence of a pretty woman, a significant number of men are far more likely to make some pretty boneheaded decisions.
Does this make men who prefer their women biddable, pretty, and defenseless evil? Well, no. But it does make them incredibly easy to manipulate, particularly if you’re a certain type of woman. And Sarah Palin, no matter who she may have been in Alaska, no matter who she may be inside those lovely suits, has made herself into that woman. She has not energized the base; she’s wrapped it right around her little finger.
How does she do it? By creating a threat. By appealing to the protective instincts of her “base.” By courting them—and by letting them court her. By reminding them that she is a mother, holding her son onstage, parading her pretty daughters. By turning the media into an adversary. By creating a world in which she, her admirers, and her family are the only “real” Americans. By wearing red stiletto heels and showing a great set of legs, by playing the “good mother” on stage, by flirting, by cozying up to her audience, assuring them that they share a special bond with her, by god help us winking at them. She cons her audience with the oldest, simplest tools, the only tools that women had for far too long.
Sarah Palin has chosen to fight like a girl, protecting herself not with knowledge, wisdom, experience, and integrity, but with old prejudices and shibboleths. Like the one that goes, “You don’t hit girls.”
Being something of a tomboy, I frequently waived this particular rule for the boys of my acquaintance. Indeed, my first-grade best friend was a boy. He sat in the desk right in front of me. We went out every recess and beat each other up, then came in and whispered over our mathematics worksheets. It was a lovely friendship.
Waiving the “don’t hit girls” rule has always been the girl’s prerogative. It still is, and Sarah Palin has been smart enough to keep that rule firmly in place. She bounces around from rally to rally, bitch-slapping Barack Obama and Joe Biden upside the head with innuendo, twisted “facts,” distortions, and increasingly shopworn “talking points.” The GOP calls this “firing up the base.” I call it laying the groundwork for something that is becoming very, very ugly. Rally attendees speak of killing Barack Obama. They shout “terrorist.” Nice old ladies confide that he is an “Arab,” and a “Muslim.” They say it in a pointed manner; this is not just information they’re sharing. This is code for something deep and ominous.
Do Senators Obama and Biden fight back? Against Senator McCain, yes. They address the slurs, the misinformation. The men give as good as they get. Do they fight back against Sarah’s fear-mongering distortions? Can they? Not really. It would be hitting a girl. Occasionally someone suggests to McCain that he might consider reining Sarah in. He responds with blind approval and self-conscious smirks, and does nothing. Why should he? This is his best girl, going to bat for him!
And Sarah carries on, and on, and on, blatantly using her femininity to say and do things that no male politician could say without expecting a direct challenge. She smears Obama–and winks. She stands in front of rally crowds and draws dot-to-dot diagrams for her audience to complete themselves, and when they shout, “Terrorist,” she just steps back from the mike and smiles a tight little smile, and winks again. And no one calls her on it, because she is a good Christian girl, and must not be hit.
It might seem like she’s won, but I wonder. Look at how McCain is describing her “areas of expertise” these days. We’re not hearing much about her energy savvy. Since the Troopergate report was released we’re hearing a lot less about how she’s a “reformer” who roots out corruption wherever she finds it. No one except Sarah herself could say the report exonerated her and keep a straight face. So what does she have left?
She has a Down syndrome baby, a pregnant daughter, and an autistic nephew. Her new role is apparently going to be that old preserve of women, children, in Palin’s case, special needs children. A fine and worthy thing, of course, but what has happened to Palin the reformer, Palin the energy maven, Palin the maverick? She’s disappeared, and we’re left with Palin, the vicious gossip on the church social committee who leads out in a children’s division. Today she gave her first major policy speech—on special needs children.
While there is no doubt that special needs children do indeed have, well “special needs” that must be addressed, I have to wonder if now is the time and the place to be making policy on that. Our financial system is crumbling. Families are being forced from their homes and into their cars, and winter coming on. We have two wars to fight. If we are not a nation in crisis, we’re doing a darned good imitation. And we get a policy speech outlining not an energy plan, or a foreign policy plan, or an economic plan, but a plan for the special needs children. Why?
It would seem that the old stereotype—women’s role is caring for children–has prevailed, reinforced, no doubt, by Palin’s obvious unfitness for the role at which she leaped “without blinking.” What foolishness that she was asked; what hubris that she accepted.
I have never been a Hillary supporter. I found her tough, abrasive, obnoxious, and disingenuous. But lately I find myself with a new appreciation for her. She plays tough, sometimes dirty politics. She jabs below the belt sometimes–but she stands up and takes the jabs she gets in return. She doesn’t play sexual politics, and now, after seeing Palin in action, I appreciate that more than I can say.
When I was in fifth grade my male teacher assured our class that there would never be a female president because “girls just aren’t suited for it.” The world has changed a lot in the last forty years, thanks to the unflagging efforts of visionary men and women who saw beyond skin and body shape. It changed enough for Hillary Clinton to come within a hair’s breadth of a presidential nomination. But she lost, just barely, and Barack Obama, who my fifth-grade teacher must likewise be stunned to see nominated, won.
And right there was when Senator Clinton proved herself presidential—not in victory, but in defeat. Seeing her throw herself into campaigning for the man who beat her by such a narrow margin has been inspiring and humbling. I have to believe that she’s acting from principle, because on a human level I would imagine that it must be agonizing for her at times. And she’s done it with such grace. Could I do it? I don’t think so. I think that’s one of the lessons those who have given themselves to public life either learn, or they don’t. And if they don’t learn, I suspect they don’t last long. Senator Clinton lost this election cycle. But she is young, and there will be other campaigns. I will see her differently on that day. I can respect a woman who is not only gracious in defeat, but who rises above the personal to act for the best good of the whole. Now that’s strong. That’s equality. That’s a woman. That’s presidential.
Sarah Palin hasn’t learned that lesson–perhaps it wasn’t required reading in her cram sessions. She has carved out her own little fiefdom in the political rallies, protected by an indulgent running mate and the stereotypes she tried to use to her own advantage. Meanwhile, the real presidential race goes on without her. McCain makes speeches and oversees his increasingly sleazy campaign. Biden makes speeches. Obama speaks of how he would like to heal the nation in increasingly specific terms.
Relatively few people point out the fact that, though she has been asked about it numerous times, Sarah Palin still seems to believe that the Vice President rules the Senate. Her ethics violation back home in Alaska rarely come up. No one does anything substantive about altering her rally rhetoric. No one really objects to the fact that she refuses to be interviewed by any but the most sympathetic members of the press. The role her Alaska-centric fisherman/snowmobile racer husband, a long-time member of an Alaskan secession party and the person openly acknowledged as her closest advisor, might play in the equation is not questioned. Mr. McCain assured us in the debate that Mr. Sarah was “a pretty tough guy,” but even that ringing endorsement lacks a little something for me. The thought Ms. Palin being left in charge of the nation, closely advised by a man even less educated and informed than she is and who thinks, “Hey theres a case to be made for Alaska going it alone,” should worry us. I suppose it would if it weren’t for the simple fact that in a very real sense, Sarah Palin seems to have become irrelevant.
And that’s scary, because while Barack Obama currently leads in most indicators, the race is far from over. We might yet end up with Vice-President Palin. I would like to think that McCain is keeping her aboard to avoid yet another round of discussion of how his campaign seems to be operating like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off. I’d like to think that his first act upon reaching the Oval Office would be to repossess the $150,000-worth of clothes the GOP bought for her and offer the Vice-Presidential chair to someone who understands the vital role that separation of powers plays in American politics, someone who doesn’t think the vice-president’s role is to “get in there with the Senate and make some good policy,” someone with a least a vague idea of the world beyond the borders of Alaska. I would like to think that, but I am not sanguine.
The Republican Party was sold a bill of goods, first by their leadership, and then by Sarah Palin herself. They were told they were getting a tough, gutsy, smart, ethical reformer. Instead they got a bully who uses all the weapons of the “nice” girl to victimize her enemies first by destroying their reputations, and then by using her gender to prevent them from responding in kind. She has taken the stereotypes of women and used them to manipulate her way within spitting distance of one of the highest positions in the land; who can believe that the mother we see holding her son, patting his back, and swaying gently could be capable of inciting the violence breeding at the GOP rallies? How could such a pretty little thing spew such mean-spirited filth? Any woman who ever dealt with a girl bully knows exactly how. We would like to believe that girls grow out of such behavior–and I think most of us do. But not all of us.
In invoking the stereotype Sarah Palin has protected herself, but I suspect while she has won the battle, she may have lost the war not only for herself, but for her running mate, for more seasoned, qualified female politicians, and, if McCain wins, all of us. A pretty face, cheerleading, winks, cross-stitch sampler mottos and flag waving are not enough to guide a nation. Tragically, Sarah Palin doesn’t seem to have realized that. Her grab at the political brass ring might well have done more than just cause her embarrassingly public tumble; it might well have knocked many better-qualified women off the political merry-go-round as well. She has reinforced all of the old arguments about women, and what men expect of them: Pretty, not smart enough to be a challenge, a good mother, devout, charming, defenseless against the evil press. No threat–nothing to challenge McCain’s supremacy. The problem is, we might actually find ourselves being led by her.
Some women can and do fill positions of power well, just as some men do. We need the best of us—gender irrelevant, to lead us now. My fifth-grade teacher was as wrong about women and power as Joe the Diner Guy is today–but he was right about one thing: a girl in the Vice-President’s chair, or, God forbid, the President’s–is a really, really bad idea. On that day that she was asked to run as Vice-President, I really, really wish Sarah Palin had stopped, googled the vice-president’s job, compared its requirements to her skills, experience, knowledge, and interests, blinked, and said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”