I have a friend who isn’t ordinarily very political. But from the start she’s been taken with Obama, and supported him enough to do some canvassing for him during the primaries—the first time in her long life that she’s actually worked for any candidate. She’s a highly intelligent, not-too-far-to-the-left Democrat, and even a practical and rather cynical sort. And so it stunned me to see that certain light in her eyes—the light of a quasi-religious belief—when she spoke of her admiration for the man.
She and I have learned over time not to talk about politics too much. But after the Wright revelations, I decided to ask her a brief question or two, because I was so intensely curious to hear her reaction. I first asked her if she’d heard about Wright and his sermons, and I was going to follow that question up with another: has the news changed your mind at all about Obama?
But I never got that far, because as soon as she heard the beginning of my first question she leapt in and answered before I’d even finished it: “Yes, I’ve heard all about Wright, and it’s only made me like Obama more.” It was said in a fervent tone that brooked no discussion and no challenge. And so, in the name of our continuing friendship, I offered none.
I think my friend’s attitude is not at all unusual. The more statements I read from Obama’s supporters, the more they remind me of Joe E. Brown at the end of the movie “Some Like It Hot;” nothing, but nothing, can dissuade them from their undying love.
To refresh your memory (and because I love the scene so much), here it is: