[Cross-posted at Crooks and Liars.]
I got to witness a little bit of history Sunday night in Washington,
sitting in the gallery of the House of Representatives as the vote was
tallied for final confirmation of the health-care reconciliation
package. It was a pleasure seeing the beaming faces of Democrats (and
there was no small bit of schadenfreude in seeing Republicans' scowls),
especially people like House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, who looked fresh and
energized despite probably having had no sleep for 72 hours or more, and
my own representative, Jim McDermott, who has fought consistently for
health-care reform for several decades now.
Of course, I only sort of witnessed the final vote. You see, security
was rotating groups of about 18 people in and out of the seats every 15
minutes, because demand was so high; and my group's time ran out just
as the count reached 200. I returned quickly to the item-return room
(you had to leave behind your cell phones), where a big screen ran the
tallies on C-SPAN; when the vote hit 216, a loud cheer erupted among the
30 or so of us gathered to watch.
Not all of us cheered, of course. A sizable portion of the crowd
forming those long lines, in fact, comprised Tea Partiers who had spent
the day outside the Capitol protesting, "Kill the Bill!" And they
scowled and booed while the rest of us cheered.
I had, in fact, spent a portion of my day among these Tea Party
protesters, wandering among them with a video camera in the hours before
that afternoon's massive
March For America.
(And it has to be mentioned that this crowd, of several hundred at
best, was utterly dwarfed by the crowd of immigration-reform activists
behind them,
estimated to be 200,000 strong,
a contrast that must -- or should -- have struck some of them as a wee
bit ominous for their Beckian claim that "We Surround Them".)
As you can see, some of the leaders of the chants were not above some
ugliness in the process. A woman reporter from the local ABC affiliate
was mercilessly harassed by one of the bullhorn holders, as you can see.
And there was no shortage of kooky signs, including:
I DID NOT SERVE SO THAT DICTATORS COULD RULE
Obama
Take Your Flight
Now And Don't Ever
Come Back
We'll Manage!
A brief exchange of insults occurred when a middle-aged man in a blue
soccer shirt made clear he adamantly supported health care, and a man
in Michigan Militia T-shirt said, "F--k you," to which the older man
responded in kind. Someone in the crowd (the guy holding the "Take Your
Flight Now" sign, in fact) called out, "Commie!"
(And yes, the incessant chant of "Kill the Bill!" did start to remind
one, after awhile, of the crowd of zombies chanting "Im-ho-tep!" in
The Mummy.)
Media Matters spent all day among them and produced some even more disturbing clips.
Dave Weigel at the Windy also found some prime violent wingnuttery:
As a Democratic victory looked more and more likely, Tea
Partiers got more ornery about the liberals who’d showed up to cheer for
reform and take commemorative photos of what, to them, looked like the
end of a year of agenda-slowing right-wing activism.
“Look at that idiot!” said Linda Cocsy, a New Yorker who’d spent the
weekend in Washington for the protests, pointing at one of the young
Democrats who’d infiltrated the protest, holding up a pro-reform sign
provided by a pro-choice Catholic group. “This one, here with the stupid
grin on his face! He looks likes he’s brainless. You look at these
people and, they really look like jerks. You look at the other people,
with the Don’t Tread on Me [flags], and they look like real people!”
Cocsy stared off at another protester, waving a sign he’d picked up from
a pro-immigration reform protest that had broken up around the time
that Stupak announced his flip. “I just wanna kill them!” said Cocsy.
Meanwhile, the NY Daily News reports that
one right-wing blogger called for Obama to be shot:
Solomon "Solly" Forell tweeted: "ASSASSINATION! America,
we survived the assassinations of Lincoln and Kennedy. We'll surely get
over a bullet 2 Barack Obama's head."
The crazy talk isn't just coming from the rank and file. Some of the
Tea Partiers' favorite congressmen are saying similarly nutty things,
such as
Rep. Steve King's call for secession (via Amanda Terkel) as a response to HCR, following up on his
earlier call for an armed revolution.
So it was very interesting listening and observing their responses
that evening as we all crowded together into a line to watch the House
vote -- Tea Partiers and reform supporters together, required to remain
quiet and civil with each other, upon pain of being immediately removed
by security.
For the longest time, it seemed, there were about a hundred of us
lined up along the long corridors leading to the House gallery, where we
had to run a gauntlet of security checks. I was right behind as group
of middle-aged Tea Partiers who were dead set against reform and talked
among themselves with the usual talking points: "It's just too much
government control," "We're talking about one-sixth of the economy",
etc. etc., all straight out of Fox News.
But directly behind me was a boisterous young man from Tulsa who was
an ardent supporter of health-care reform, and he made his feelings
known as well, talking loudly about the vote count as it trickled in on
the preliminary vote to advance the measure -- which, had it failed,
would have ended the counting for the night. When it passed, he and
others in the line cheered loudly.
One of the Tea Partiers ahead of me said to his fellows: "I can't believe all these people want health care."
Because I was being quiet and civil, I refrained from saying: "Yeah, who'da thunk?"
About the same time, a group of people who had been watching in the
gallery and whose time had expired began filing past us, some of them
beaming. The young Oklahoman began high-fiving them and cheering. But
one middle-aged woman refused:
"It's the night America died!" she said.
Finally, we made our way through the last security gate and took our
seats, just as the votes came in on Republicans' last-gasp delaying
attempt came in, and then we watched as the counting began on final
confirmation. Just as the vote count in favor reached 200, the security
men came and escorted us out, leading to our final hurrah at the
item-return station.
I caught the last Metro back to the condo where I was staying (thanks
again, Darcy!) and sat alone near the door. There were only about six
of us in the entire car, but right behind me was as glum-faced
middle-aged couple. Their expressions alone made clear they had been
among the Tea Partiers, as did their conversation on the way back.
"I have to wonder, when we wake up in the morning, whether this will still be a free country or not," said the husband.
"I know," said his wife. "It's so sad."
Again, self-restraint (and fatigue) were all that kept me from standing up and saying to them:
"Good God, people, get a grip! Do you still have freedom of speech?
Freedom of association? The right to vote? To choose your religion? To
live where you want, choose your own occupation, decide what kind of
family you want to have? Because those are
real freedoms. You
haven't lost any of that! It's still the freest country on earth, you
loons! If you think that paying taxes means a loss of freedom, you're
wrong -- it just means you're living up to your end of the social
contract. Are you part of that, or not?"
Well, those were the words in my head, anyway. And I realized then
that, for all these people who have been watching Glenn Beck and Fox
News and listening to Limbaugh and Palin and Hannity lo these many
moons, that really is their stark reality now: Sunday night was "the
night America died."
And that's really a dangerous prospect. Because it means the American
Right has come completely unhinged. And unhinged people begin not just
saying unhinged things, but doing them.
There's a reason John Amato and I have just finished up work on our new book,
Over the Cliff: How Obama's Election Drove the American Right Insane
(which you can pre-order at Amazon, though it won't be out till June 1,
and no, that's not our final cover, and the foreword is by Digby, not
Rick Perlstein).
It's becoming more timely by the day.