In early summer of 2008, shortly after suspending her presidential campaign, Hillary Clinton established from among the ranks of her campaign, “Hillary sent me.”
It was an effort to swing her voters over to Obama, and it might have been successful but for the fact that Obama seemed to think Hillary alone would be enough to garner the votes from her sector. As it turned out, it always appeared to Hillary’s sector that the effort was hers alone, and nothing Obama did or said indicated that he really cared at all about those of us who were (and remain) in her corner.
The Strategy of Surrogacy has been one of Obama’s hallmarks going way back before the 2008 convention and has remained his major approach to tasks for which he has little interest or taste. I, for one, who have spoken from this platform on this topic many times (most recently this; Memo to LGBT Community: Hillary On Your Side – Long Before Yesterday) , did not require this article from last night to explain the strategy to me, but some may have yet to receive the message.
By Mark Landler / New York Times News Service
Published: December 31. 2011 4:00AM PST
Obama’s strategy, administration officials and gay-rights advocates said, reflects two conflicting forces. He recognizes that support for gay rights and same-sex marriage is growing, particularly among young voters.
But he is reluctant in an election year to be drawn into a culture-war issue — one that reliably helps Republicans turn out evangelical voters in their favor.
It seems that with Obama it is never about the true quality of life questions embedded in issues and communities, but rather about how he can get enough votes to sustain his presidency. If the LGBT community did not get the message when he appeared in NYC the weekend gay marriage was legalized (to a shout-out he responded, “I hear ya!”), I hope they wake up soon. He hears ya. He just is not going to take the chance of standing up for you. That he will leave to his surrogates, this issue, primarily to HRC.
But lest other interest groups think the knight in shining armor will slay any dragons in their defense, please see Taylor Marsh today on that topic.
By Taylor Marsh on 01 January 2012
The latest political move against women of all ages came recently when Pres. Obama decided to put politics over science on Plan B, even though it was conclusively proven safe for women, regardless of age. He said he was squeamish about it as a father. What made it worse is that he hid behind Kathleen Sebelius’s skirt, also saying he had nothing to do with the decision.
This kind of cowardice in a grown man is unattractive; in a president it is unacceptable.
There was a character in our folklore who leaned on a surrogate. You may remember this.
Then they sat down and talked of the birds and the beautiful
Talked of their friends at home, and the Mayflower that sailed
on the morrow.
“I have been thinking all day,” said gently the Puritan maiden,
“Dreaming all night, and thinking all day, of the hedge-rows of
They are in blossom now, and the country is all like a garden;
Thinking of lanes and fields, and the song of the lark and the
Seeing the village street, and familiar faces of neighbors
Going about as of old, and stopping to gossip together,
And, at the end of the street, the village church, with the ivy
Climbing the old gray tower, and the quiet graves in the
Kind are the people I live with, and dear to me my religion;
Still my heart is so sad, that I wish myself back in Old England.
You will say it is wrong, but I cannot help it: I almost
Wish myself back in Old England, I feel so lonely and wretched.”
Thereupon answered the youth:–“Indeed I do not condemn you;
Stouter hearts than a woman’s have quailed in this terrible
Yours is tender and trusting, and needs a stronger to lean on;
So I have come to you now, with an offer and proffer of marriage
Made by a good man and true, Miles Standish the Captain of
Thus he delivered his message, the dexterous writer of
Did not embellish the theme, nor array it in beautiful phrases,
But came straight to the point, and blurted it out like a
Even the Captain himself could hardly have said it more bluntly.
Mute with amazement and sorrow, Priscilla the Puritan maiden
Looked into Alden’s face, her eyes dilated with wonder,
Feeling his words like a blow, that stunned her and rendered her
Till at length she exclaimed, interrupting the ominous silence:
“If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me,
Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me?
If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!”
Then John Alden began explaining and smoothing the matter,
Making it worse as he went, by saying the Captain was busy,–
Had no time for such things;–such things! the words grating
Fell on the ear of Priscilla; and swift as a flash she made
“Has he no time for such things, as you call it, before he is
Would he be likely to find it, or make it, after the wedding?
That is the way with you men; you don’t understand us, you
When you have made up your minds, after thinking of this one and
Choosing, selecting, rejecting, comparing one with another,
Then you make known your desire, with abrupt and sudden avowal,
And are offended and hurt, and indignant perhaps, that a woman
Does not respond at once to a love that she never suspected,
Does not attain at a bound the height to which you have been
This is not right nor just: for surely a woman’s affection
Is not a thing to be asked for, and had for only the asking.
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
Had he but waited awhile, had he only showed that he loved me,
Even this Captain of yours–who knows?–at last might have won
Old and rough as he is; but now it never can happen.”
Still John Alden went on, unheeding the words of Priscilla,
Urging the suit of his friend, explaining, persuading, expanding;
Spoke of his courage and skill, and of all his battles in
How with the people of God he had chosen to suffer affliction,
How, in return for his zeal, they had made him Captain of
He was a gentleman born, could trace his pedigree plainly
Back to Hugh Standish of Duxbury Hall, in Lancashire, England,
Who was the son of Ralph, and the grandson of Thurston de
Heir unto vast estates, of which he was basely defrauded,
Still bore the family arms, and had for his crest a cock argent
Combed and wattled gules, and all the rest of the blazon.
He was a man of honor, of noble and generous nature;
Though he was rough, he was kindly; she knew how during the
He had attended the sick, with a hand as gentle as woman’s;
Somewhat hasty and hot, he could not deny it, and headstrong,
Stern as a soldier might be, but hearty, and placable always,
Not to be laughed at and scorned, because he was little of
For he was great of heart, magnanimous, courtly, courageous;
Any woman in Plymouth, nay, any woman in England,
Might be happy and proud to be called the wife of Miles Standish!
But as he warmed and glowed, in his simple and eloquent
Quite forgetful of self, and full of the praise of his rival,
Archly the maiden smiled, and, with eyes overrunning with
Said, in a tremulous voice, “Why don’t you speak for yourself,
-From Longfellow’s The Courtship of Miles Standish
Pretty as she is, Hillary is not Priscilla Mullins in this analogy. We are, those of us whose vote Obama expects to snare by sending our Hillary to us with messages that her history shows reflect not his positions but her own. We are wise to the strategy and tired of the requisite “President Obama and I” in speeches that clearly come from her heart alone. She is, of course, John Alden, carrying the message for Miles Standish … who couldn’t be bothered or fears the message will alienate some other voting bloc.