They Came From Everywhere
Last night, my wife Laura organized a terrific debate watch party for Bernie Sanders supporters at a local bar. About 40 to 50 people showed up.
The best part of it was that while most people were firm Bernie supporters, a fair number were not. They were Bernie-curious, but undecided. They came because of friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, and so on, who brought them there. So it felt like a base-expanding moment.
Even better, I had an interesting conversation with one woman, who is a definite Bernie supporter, and her boyfriend, who is less certain about Bernie. They’re both nurses. Her parents immigrated from China about 30 years ago. She lives in Sheepshead Bay. So she told me she identifies with Bernie at that level: Bernie and she are both children of immigrants who grew up in Brooklyn. Her boyfriend likes Bernie because he, the boyfriend, has a ton of student debt. She likes Bernie because he’s got new ideas, she said.
It all made me think of that opening line in Vivian Gornick’s Romance of American Communism: They came from everywhere.