Can you remember who I was? Can you remember what I once stood for?
I gave America the New Deal, I gave America Social Security, I gave America the Civil Rights Act, the Voting Rights Act, and Medicare. I had vision, I had courage, I had integrity. I was the Democratic Party. I stood there boldly, sweating in the sun, felt like a million, felt like number one.
The height of summer, I’d never felt that strong . . .
Like a rock.
I was the party of working Americans, the party of the middle class, the party of social justice. Long ago, before Baucus and Conrad, before Landreau and Nelson, before NAFTA and Blue Dogs and Harold Fucking Ford, I was the Democratic Party.
My hands were steady,
My eyes were clear and bright.
My walk had purpose,
My steps were quick and light.
And I held firmly to what I felt was right . . .
Like a rock.
In the days of your parents, in the days of your grandparents, in the days of FDR and Truman and JFK, I was the Democratic Party. I led America through the Great Depression, I led America and her Allies to victory over Fascism, I rebuilt the shattered nations of Europe with the Marshall Plan, I defended the Constitution, I upheld the rule of law, I hauled Richard Nixon’s thugs into the Watergate Hearings and shut down that freak show he called a Presidency.
I was the Democratic Party.
I was strong as I could be.
Nothing ever got to me.
You wouldn’t know it now . . .
But I was something to see.