Dear blue-ticket holders who didn’t get in to see President Barack
Obama speak last week,
What is wrong with your self-esteem? I don’t mean your
politics. I mean the idolatry of politicians has to stop.
That’s what I want to talk about today.
You’re right. Having any president, sitting or former, stop
by to use a local community venue as his bully pulpit is an honor. Obama's message
last week to increase opportunities for college bound students was important.
But to those of you who were there hoping for a glimpse or
the opportunity to shake his hand I would like to address something about his
stop in Central New York that has me a little bit concerned: the way his staff
treated the people outside and the reverence you have for him because he is the
president.
Please, don’t get me wrong. I firmly hold that any sitting
president deserves the respect of every United States citizen. He was elected
to serve us all, even if we did not cast a winning ballot. Likewise, all of our
elected officials work for us and deserve our respect for their willingness to
hold public office. But they must return that respect for We the People. And we
do not owe each other awe or veneration.
According to local news reports, when the tickets to attend Obama’s
remarks were meted out, some of you, the blue-ticket holders, queued overnight on Monday Aug. 20, just for a chance to get a ticket.
You blue-ticket holders waited again for several hours on
Thursday Aug. 22, just for the opportunity to get inside the high school auditorium.
And when the skies opened up with a typical late-summer rain and its torrents
drenched the people outside, not one of them had an umbrella.
The sacred pass
forbade them from carrying one.
And then it was you, the wet, tired blue-ticket holders who were
turned away at the door when the seats were filled.
Meanwhile, the elite red tickets were handed out in offices
across the region to other politicians, local officials, and high ranking
community members. A red ticket allowed its holder to pass through a shorter ‘express’
line where it has been reported in social media that bottled water and granola
bars were served.
My questions here for you, the blue-ticket holders, is this:
would you treat anyone in your life the way you were treated? And, why would you let your
government - which is supposed to be working for you – treat you this way?
The Syracuse Post Standard reported that among those turned
away was Susan Fahey Glisson, the president of Parents for Public Schools.
You would think that she would be an important person to have in the room during
a discussion about education. Where was her red ticket?
In a report the following day, reporter Tim Knauss, wrote:
“Glisson got all dressed up, as did most of the people who went, including lots of young children, she said. For an hour, they all stood in the rain while the line did not move, Glisson said. The metal detectors could not be deployed in the rain. Then came word from inside the school: Nobody else would be allowed in.
“Glisson's shoes -- bone leather pumps -- were ruined, she said this afternoon. Her iPhone no longer worked, despite sitting for a day in a cup of rice to remove the water. … Glisson said she believes Obama would be concerned if he knew how badly some of his fans in Syracuse had been disappointed.”
Wait, what? Fans? As in, an
enthusiastic devotee, follower and admirer of the famous?
Ugh.
Obama’s staffers owe each of you blue-ticket outcasts an
apology for making you wait in line all night, not arranging to have adequate
shelter when their ticket asked you to leave your umbrellas home and for not
telling you that the auditorium was overbooked as soon as they knew.
The president owes you an apology for being so isolated that
his staff felt they could treat you all this way. He also owes you
the gratification of knowing what ramifications they suffered for treating We
the People so badly. Because he is a lame-duck, your vote no longer has any power over him.
Meanwhile, you should have checked the weather before you
left home, worn something drip-dry, the old veneer pumps and put your iPhone in a plastic bag.
Best always,
Reb