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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Turning the Paige on the Republican Majority

If you take any randomly-selected group of 140 adults, who have to be at least 21 years old, a quarter of whom have to be over 25, and most of whom in practice are much older; at some point during any quadrennium, one or two of them are going to pass on to meet their Maker. It doesn’t take an actuary to know that.

In the current Legislature, such has already been the case with the late Rep. Owen Drake, R-Leeds. It is difficult to speak ill of the dead (or at least it will be until “Choctaw Bob” Riley dies), but in the case of Rep. Drake it’s easier to say nice things than it would be in the case of most Republicans. Rep. Drake was a specimen of that very rare creature in the Alabama GOP: an independent-thinking moderate who didn’t trip on his own feet to fall in line when King Pig Speaker blew his toy train whistle. While the cancer that eventually claimed Drake’s life kept him from much of the 2011 session, his was one of the few voices that could be heard in the new Republican majority calling for less draconian attacks on the rights of teachers and other public employees.

Which is one reason he was so darn hard to beat. Drake won the 2010 election by a 61.5%-38.5% margin over Democrat Charlene Cannon, a retired Birmingham Police captain.

House District 45, in Jefferson County and a tiny sliver of St. Clair, is an odd district. It takes in areas as diverse as minority neighborhoods in Huffman, white working class neighborhoods in Leeds, and the designer-label boutiques and cafés of Crestline Village in Mountain Brook.

Tuesday, the Republican runoff for the special election to fill Drake’s vacancy was won by his brother Dickie, who defeated Irondale Mayor Tommy Joe Alexander, by 1,110-965. Those numbers give us a first clue why the Democratic nominee, Leeds businesswoman Paige Parnell, has a good shot at making this a takeaway from the Republican Party. The general election for the seat will be Tuesday, November 29.

To get the best perspective on Parnell’s chances, the best place to start is Owen Drake’s win over Captain Cannon in 2010. Broken down by precinct, and ordered in ascending Democratic percentage, those results are:

PrecinctLocationCannon (D)Drake (R)D%R%
St ClairMoody Civic Center1611612.1%87.9%
4502Cherokee Bend Elementary1571,08912.6%87.4%
St ClairCedar Grove Baptist Church8757213.2%86.8%
4509Leeds First Methodist Church3121,88514.2%85.8%
4510Sulpher Springs Baptist Church2311017.3%82.7%
4501McElwain Baptist Church17978318.6%81.4%
4508Leeds Civic Center42661441.0%59.0%
4504Birmigham Fire Station 3110715041.6%58.4%
4506Brewster Rd Baptist Church1,11389455.5%44.5%
4503Irondale Senior Building1,20887258.1%41.9%
4505Huffman Middle School86160958.6%41.4%
4507First Methodist Center Point57232863.6%36.4%

St. Clair Absentee0100.0%100.0%

Jefferson Absentee4012724.0%76.0%

Provisional2528.6%71.4%

Totals:5,1038,16438.5%61.5%



A handful of things about these numbers jumps right out at the knowledgeable observer. The first thing is, that 57.5% of Owen Drake’s 2010 margin came from the two Leeds precincts. Over sixty years ago, Harvard political scientist V.O. Key noted in his classic Southern Politics in State and Nation that “Friends and Neighbors” voting is particularly strong in the South, and decades of analysis of results have not weakened the consensus supporting that conclusion.

Unlike November 2010, when the Democratic nominee was from a Huffman precinct at the other end of the district, that any Democrat would have taken, our nominee this time is not only a lifelong Leodensian, but she is a local heroine who came within a gnat’s eyelash of putting the town on the map as the Hometown of Miss America. Only one person could rival her as a Leeds hero, and he ain’t running. (Though he is a Democrat!) Dickie Drake will probably get a few sympathy votes for his brother’s death, but anyone who says Parnell isn’t going to rip a huge hole in that irreplaceable 77.2% of the vote Owen Drake got in the two Leeds precincts isn’t being realistic. And if those precincts had split 50-50 in 2010, Owen Drake’s comfortable 2010 win would have become a very respectable 54.9%-45.1% Democratic loss to an incumbent.

Not only is it almost mathematically certain that Parnell will lay waste to the GOP numbers in Leeds, she is doubtless going to greatly reduce the Republican margin in the district’s other Republican stronghold, the Cherokee Bend precinct in Mountain Brook. If for no other reason, there is the ineluctable bogeyman of Alabama politics: race. While Captain Cannon was a distinguished law enforcement officer, whose career indicates she would have been a wonderful Representative, her candidacy ran up against the unavoidable difficulty of getting Mountain Brookers to vote for an African-American candidate. However, if you raise the 2010 Democratic vote at Cherokee Bend to a mere 30% (closer to what most white Democrats got in that precinct; Jim Folsom got 35.8% there), in addition to the Leeds hypothetical shift, the race becomes a 52.8%-47.2% squeaker, considering Owen Drake’s incumbency. Of course, if you apply this white vote shift to the remaining precincts in the district, it becomes a likely Democratic win. The outcome of the GOP runoff reinforces this. Dickie Drake’s win, while giving the Republicans a shot at splitting Leeds, deprives them of the “Friends and Neighbors” vote Alexander would have gotten in Irondale. Finally, all of this number crunching has to be done with due regard for the 2010 electorate. As I have noted elsewhere, there is extremely strong statistical evidence of a surge in white (conservative) turnout in 2010. Owen Drake doubtless was a substantial beneficiary of that. These protest-type voters, though, are going to be low-engagement voters. They had not been voting regularly before 2010, and they are the sort of voters who are exceptionally unlikely to show up in a special.

This is, of course, a special election. As such, it is subject to the old political adage that “anything can happen in a special.” But recent history in Alabama shows that Democrats, not Republicans, have done far better in legislative special elections. Even though both fell victim to the 2010 GOP tsunami, the Rev. James Fields won his seat in the 2009 special in District 12, and Butch Taylor retained the District 22 seat of the late Albert Hall for the Democrats in his 2007 special. The special election environment, with its low turnout, seems to favor Democrats and our benefit from committed turnout by teachers and other key constituencies.

Then you have to account for Paige Parnell. She is nothing less than the Democrats’ answer to the call to Central Casting for the perfect candidate. A moderate, Baptist businesswoman. A candidate who combines the eloquence of a law degree without being subject to the potential negative of being a “trial lawyer.” Finally, there is the Miss America thing. Even if you have never met Paige Parnell, you have to understand that you don’t make it to being the First Runner Up to Miss America without having the kind of poise, charm, and personality that can walk into a room full of strangers and leave everyone there wanting to know what they can do to please and help you. And a stranger to this district, she is not. Parnell is campaigning for this seat like a woman on a mission, and those intangibles are going to be impossible for Dickie Drake to match. So far as I can tell, she is also campaigning intelligently, and the revamped state Party effort to mount an effective field operation has been thrown behind her with a vengeance.

How important is Parnell’s campaign to the Alabama Democratic Party? Right now, the Alabama House has a 64-40 GOP majority. A Parnell win makes that 64-41. That brings Democrats within a couple of seats of being able to block a cloture vote - in other words, to being able to mount an effective filibuster against further Republican efforts to attack both the Democratic Party, and the workers, teachers, police and fire personnel, and other vulnerable constituents we represent. Does anyone doubt the GOP will try more shenanigans in the Legislature in 2012, and that we need this filibuster ability to stop them? An historical perspective: Democratic Houses of Representatives had not invoked cloture to stop a GOP filibuster since 1984. In the 2011 session alone, Republicans invoked cloture 84 times, not to kill Democratic filibusters, but merely to block debate or votes on Democratic amendments. Imagine being able to kill the next HB56.

According to House Democratic Leader Craig Ford, at least two Republicans, in addition to the already-switched Daniel Boman of Sulligent, have indicated that they are willing to switch if Parnell wins, because her win and their switches would bring Democrats within the magic number needed to block cloture votes.

Do I have your attention yet? Good, because it’s time to do everything we can to help Paige Parnell win this election. Consider this the most likely, and most important, “call to action” you’ll see on this blog before next fall. How can we help? First and foremost, the Parnell campaign needs boots on the ground to knock on doors and do the thousand other things a winning campaign has to do. You can contact the Parnell campaign coordinator, Lori Lindsay, at 334.549.5580. You can email Parnell at paigeparnell@gmail.com. You can sign up to volunteer on her website at this page. You can make a donation of $25, $100, or whatever you can afford on this page. Be sure to Friend Parnell on Facebook here. Whatever you do, don’t sit there and wish on November 30 that you’d just done something. The Republicans know everything I have stated here about how important this race is, and we can’t count on them not to act accordingly.

This is a fight, and we have a fighter to get behind. And I have a message for the Republicans: this ain’t going to be a scholarship program preliminary.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Buck Stops Here

The other night, I decided it was well past time to re-read Merle Miller's classic Plain Speaking: An Oral Biography of Harry S. Truman. Trusty neat Dalwhinnie by my side (though Truman always preferred bourbon; he reportedly downed a shot every morning after his famous walks), I settled into the comfy chair and began turning pages, being reminded again what it means to be an American and a Democrat. The hour was late, and the day had been long. After a good hour of reading, my attention began to wander, and my vision didn't seem as sharp as it had been earlier - then I realized that there was someone standing in front of me.

I looked at my unexpected visitor. He didn't look quite ... right. When the lamp was behind him, the light shone, ever so slightly, through him. Still, he looked familiar. The jaunty bow tie, the gray flannel suit, the horn-rimmed glasses, straw boater in hand. No, I thought, it couldn't be ...

"Hello, son," said former President Harry S. Truman - or whatever remains of him.

I gave the glass of Dalwhinnie a glance. No, not even half gone.

I stuttered, "President ... Truman?"

HST: "Well, I am I guess I'm what you'd call his spirit. They have us all in some kind of holding place until Judgment Day. And let me tell you, not even a damn newspaper. They won't tell us a thing about what's going on back here on earth. So, I started ragging on St. Peter and every Archangel I saw, until they finally relented and told me I could come back and talk to one person about politics since I departed. And since I insisted on a Democrat, Peter gave me your address."

Publius: "Well, that's flattering. What do you want to know? You died in ..."

HST: "1972."

P: "Oh, wow. You have some catching up to do. I'll start with broad strokes, and you can ask me to fill in details. Nixon resigned before the Senate could complete impeachment proceedings."

HST: "Damn if I couldn't have seen that coming. So Agnew took over?"

P: "No, Gerald Ford. Agnew had to resign before Nixon did."

HST: "Figures. People want to talk about Democrats being corrupt, but you want to find a real crooked sonofabitch, you have to look for a Republican!"

P: "Anyhow, the next President, in '76, was Jimmy Carter of Georgia, a Democrat."

HST: "I figured it wouldn't take too much longer for a Southern president. But I don't know this Carter. I always figured someone like Dick Russell."

P: "After Carter, Ronald Reagan served two terms."

HST: "God. I thought he lost in '68 badly enough that he'd be stuck in California forever. Country would have been better off with his monkey co-star."

P: "And after him - sir, you remember Prescott Bush?"

HST: "Do I ever! We should have put that Nazi-dealing sonofabitch traitor on Alcatraz!"

P: "Indeed you should have. His son George was elected in '88."

HST: "Why didn't the newspapers raise hell about his family's Nazi dealings?"

P: "You got me there. The New York Times isn't the paper it was in your son-in-law's day. Anyhow, George Bush only served one term, and then we had two terms of a Democrat ..."

HST: "About damned time!"

P: "Bill Clinton of Arkansas. His VP was Al Gore, Jr."

HST: "Al Gore's boy? Damn, I remember when his pappy brought him by the White House - still in kiddie knickers, he was! Arkansas, eh? Good state, could almost be Lower Missouri, with the Ozarks and all. So how did this Clinton fellow do?"

P: "Well, the economy boomed, we had the first balanced budget in decades, and except for a few minor peacekeeping missions, no real war."

HST: "Stop. By my figures, this brings us to 2000, so I want to guess. Al Gore's boy was elected in a landsl ... what's that look on your face?"

P: "No, after a court fight over the election, the Supreme Court handed the White House to George W. Bush, Prescott's grandson, who served two terms."

HST: "What in hell were the American people thinking? Wait til I get back and tell Roosevelt what letting Prescott Bush off the hook got us! Well, I will predict this. How bad did this grandspawn screw things up?"

P: "Pretty badly. After a small bubble boom, the economy tanked, an Arab terrorist who killed 3,000 people in New York and Washington in one day remains uncaptured, and Bush got us into an elective war in Iraq, that we are still stuck in today."

HST: "What do you mean elective war? Hell, this guy killed 3,000 Americans. We didn't lose that many at Pearl Harbor, and by God, I showed them!"

P: "Indeed you did, sir. The trouble is, the attack didn't come from Iraq. It came out of Afghanistan. The government in Iraq was actually hostile to the attackers."

HST: "Horseshit! Even Eisenhower was smart enough not to invade the wrong country! People who've fought in a war - and I did, in my day - know you don't do that stupid stuff. Where the hell were the Democrats in all this?"

P: "Well, a lot of them ran for cover, afraid of looking unpatriotic. There wasn't a lot of opposition to it until near the end of Bush's term."

HST: "More horseshit! If a man doesn't hold his ground in the face of something that stupid, he doesn't need to be in the Congress! Or in politics! Damn sure not in the Democratic Party!"

P: "You aren't the only one who feels that way ..."

HST: "So. Up to 2008. If you tell me they put another damn fool Republican in, I am going straight to God himself when I get back, and tell him to pull the plug on the whole show!"

P: "Not to worry, sir. The winner in '08 was Barack Obama, from Illinois."

HST: "A rock what?"

P: "Barack Obama. The son of a Kenyan father and a Kansas mother. He was Senator from Illinois when he was elected."

HST: "He ... Kenya? You mean we elected a colored President? Hot damn! I told Lyndon Johnson if he'd keep pushing civil rights, good things would happen! So, how is this guy doing so far - I think it's 2010 by now?"

P: "Well, he inherited a serious recession, but managed to hold it steady with a compromise stimulus package he negotiated with the Republicans ..."

HST: "If Bush was all that bad, how do the Republicans control Congress again?"

P: "They don't. There are 59 Democrats in the Senate, and 253 in the House."

HST: "Then why in the HELL is this Obama negotiating with the Republicans?"

P: "It's just his style. He likes to try to do everything by consensus, including with the Republicans."

HST: "Ut-oh. I don't like the sound of this. That bastard Strom Thurmond is gonna tell me 'I told you so.'"

P: "Kinda my thought. Anyhow, Obama did manage to pass a health care reform bill."

HST: "Hot damn! Finally! [If you've never seen a spirit dance, it's quite a sight.] I tried that too, you know. So the good ole U-S-A has a national health care system like Britain's! I can't wait to see Churchill ..."

P: "Not exactly. Republicans had to be accommodated again, even though none of them voted for it in the end. It all has to go through for-profit insurance companies."

HST: "WHAT? He was making deals, and didn't even get votes in exchange?? This guy must be from Illinois. Hell, he sounds more like that chicken-liver Adlai Stevenson every minute! Someone better tell him the only way to win re-election is to fight, or he'll be a one-termer! Anyhow, enough about Washington. I always like to talk local politics when I travel, you find out more that way. I saw on the way in, we're in Alabama. What's going on here this year? I saw that fool Wallace come in a few years back, but he mostly hangs around with Strom, swapping lies."

P: "Well, I would tell you to read my blog ..."

HST: "Excuse me, your what?"

P: "Never mind. We have a Democrat named Sparks, the Agriculture Commissioner, and a state representative named Bentley, the Republican, running for governor.

HST: "Well, that should be a done deal. It's Alabama, and you got a Democrat who's won statewide. Son, you got that funny look again ..."

P: "It's just that a lot of the newspapers say Sparks doesn't have a chance. His issues are supposed to be unpopular, and the Republican is supposed to be a nice guy."

HST: "Damn what the newspapers say. I think you remember a certain picture of me having the laugh of my life at the expense of those bastards at The Chicago Daily Tribune, don't you?

P: "Yes, sir."

HST: "So tell me about this Sparks fellow. A Democrat, kind of in the Big Jim Folsom mold?"

P: "In a lot of ways. He's real folksy, not from a wealthy family or anything. Speaks his mind, plain and simple."

HST: "Hell, I like him already. Any Democrat who puts the little fella first is going to do OK in November. Any one that tries to pussy-foot around with Wall Street is going to get screwed over. Like I said, 'Give the voters a choice between a real Republican and a fake one running as a Democrat, and they'll take the real one every time.' Folsom knew that, that's why I remember he paved all those farm roads, and built new schools out in the country. And when your Alabama Republicans start hollering about "big government" and "socialism," you tell them to either unplug themselves from TVA electricity or shut the hell up. So, with what kind of issues are the damn Republicans trying to distract the voters from their real Wall Street agenda?"

P: "Well, Sparks supports a lottery and bingo to support college scholarships and education, and they're trying to make a big religious issue out of it."

HST: "Figures. Only the Republicans would be opposed to a work force and voters who are educated. Religious? Who are they getting against something that sensible?"

P: "Well, a lot of the Baptist leadership are against him because of it."

HST: "Baptist?? Hell, I'm a Baptist! And there wasn't a thing wrong with those friendly penny-ante poker games I had in the White House! There's not a thing in the Bible that bans a little recreational gambling! Those lying bastards! You wait til I get back up there, I am going to have a meeting with the Man Himself about this ...

At this point, the Presidential spectre flung his straw boater wildly across the room. While it missed me, the tabletop holding my Dalwhinnie wasn't so fortunate. I began to reach over to try to catch it as the hat struck, and became aware that I was in danger of tipping over ... I started to try to right myself, and as I flinched at the possible fall, I blinked ...

And blinked again, as my head jerked upright. Bright sunshine filled the room, and the sound of traffic on the street announced the start of another day. A few ominous signs of stiffness warned of the consequences of sleeping in a chair. What. A. Dream. I looked down and to my right, and saw, with sadness, what looked like about a half-finger's worth of fine Scotch still soaked into the carpet. And just the other side of it, a straw boater.

I confess to being unapologetically Southern WASP in manner and dress. I own a seersucker suit. I own the white buck shoes to go with it. But I have never owned a straw boater.

Until now.