To Caucus, or not to Caucus was not the question last night after precints closed in Texas. The lines were blocks long, never seen before; the sentiments where very clear: whatever it takes to leave Hillary out. I've said before: NEVER count a Clinton out.
We caucused, because if that is the system, it better look like it was working. But what's up with voting twice? I love voting. I'll vote thirty times if you give me a chance. But this doesn't make much sense to me, or to the history teacher in front of me, or to the doctor in line behind me. Leave it to Hillary to threaten to sue the State of Texas for our complex system of allocating delegates. I'm not for doing that, but I'm all for someone explaining the spirit behind the birth of this system, and why it still exists today.
"Did you Caucus?" sounds like "Do you Salsa?", or "Do you Rhumba?". They are all dances of sorts. I caucused in the last presidential election, but last night's dance was hopping, certainly not like the subdued one I attended 4 years ago. I got a clear sense of the collective excitement that has pervaded these elections when I saw mother's with little ones, elderly couples, neighbors and high school kids all waiting in line, willing to forgo a cozy dinner at home for being part of history. It was a beautiful night in Texas, and eventhough Obama can't claim the victory of the popular vote in this state, he can claim all of us dancers that did the CAUCUS for a good cause-unity and hope for a sustainable future. Isn't that what Obama is all about?
