Nikolaevich Tolstoy once wrote a short story titled `God Sees the Truth,
But Waits."
I suggest we nurse this grudge, very carefully.
It is clear to me, as an admittedly partisan Democrat, that Al Gore
carried the state of Florida on Election Day by somewhere in the
neighborhood of 40,000 votes.
Understand that I am perfectly comfortable with the idea that the
guy who actually gets the most votes does not necessarily win the
election. Fine, dem's da rules. But in all honesty, I not only think
the Republicans stole this, I think they know they stole it.
On the whole, I think it's better this way. For one thing, I think
there are so many immature jerks in their party that they clearly
had a hard time admitting it was just one helluva close election and
the smart thing to do was count the votes carefully. Determined to
be more self-righteous, more outraged than thou, no matter what.
It seems to me an almost singular stigmata of their party, that
weird inability to admit that their own stuff do stink. I mean, there
we were, in the middle of the Hypocrisy Fiesta Bowl -- with our
side, I might add, pulling such revolting maneuvers as signing onto a
lawsuit to throw out military ballots, whilst publicly maintaining that
every vote should count -- and suddenly here are our Distinguished and
Worthy Opponents supporting a naked, raw putsch by the Florida Legislature.
Let's not change the rules after the game is over, they kept saying,
let's just have the Florida Legislature select the electors instead.
That was the single scariest and most outrageous thing that
happened during the 36-day war.
I'm not saying one should give in to bullies because it's so
unpleasant to argue with people who believe volume trumps reason.
I just think somebody needs to be grown-up enough to recognize
that was an incredibly close election -- we had the votes, they had
the rules and that's the way it goes. Al Gore made a helluva good
speech the other night, setting, I thought, just the right public tone.
What I'm suggesting is a private tone among Democrats of forgive
and remember. Remember real well. Even in the middle of that
skunk-match there were some outstanding stinkers, and they
deserve to be remembered at the polls in two years.
I'm sorry to make that argument, since it's always better to vote in the
hope
that your candidate will turn out to be another Lincoln rather than because
the
other guy makes you puke, but we need some long memories here.
We need memories to keep us energized long enough to see through
what is sure to be a tedious process of getting better voting
equipment. This is real simple: Punch-card voting machines
recorded five times as many ballots with no presidential vote than
did the more modern optical scanners.
The `Sun-Sentinel' of South Florida figured out that the percentage
counted on the best optical scanners was better than 99 percent
but under the punch-card system it was 96.1 percent.
The cheesy old punch-card system is more widely used in areas
where poor and black citizens live. Two-thirds of Florida's black
voters reside in counties that use the punch-card system, while 56
percent of the white voters do. People who accused Jesse Jackson
of "injecting racism" into this election as an issue have not spent
much time in north Florida lately.
What we need here is the old Joe Hill reaction: Don't mourn, or even
sulk; organize! Why be bitter when you could be useful instead? Call
the nearest Democratic Party headquarters and sign up for the next
run. If all you have time to do is make a phone calls for maybe an
hour a day right before the next election, then volunteer to do
that. There's more than one way to rectify this unfairness.
In the meantime, we can all cherish the characters this episode in
national life has brought to our attention.
Perhaps the oddest experience anyone had was poor Joe Klock, who
was sitting there in Tallahassee, being general counsel for the
Secretary of State's office, surely one of the sleepiest places this
side of Nod, where nothing interesting has happened for 120 years.
All of a sudden he's arguing in front of the U.S. Supreme Court,
having one of those waking nightmares where you're not only
out-lawyered, but you can't get anyone's name right. You even
addressed one justice by a dead guy's name.
Mr. Klock, look at it this way, you know you've already been through
the worst experience of your life, so you can coast from here on in.
Molly Ivins is a columnist for the Star-Telegram. You can reach her
at 1005 Congress Ave., Suite 920, Austin, TX 78701; (512) 476-8908