I think the answer to my question, if I correctly read the comments made since yesterday, is that the Palins’ daughter will keep the baby and marry the father.
I hope that works out. If both families pitch in to help, it could. In the only case I personally know of, that’s exactly what happened with a friend’s son 30+ years ago. It was stressful for all parties concerned, but everyone agreed the baby came first. The youngsters went on to have two more children.
Being judgmental about these very personal matters, including the impact the situation should or shouldn’t have on Mrs. Palin’s political future, is not I place I go. Something about stones and glass houses . . . .
Re secession, TY to Mike both for pointing out some of the facts surrounding this issue and keeping an objective stance on the degree of Mrs. Palin’s involvement. As far as I can tell, Mrs. Palin doesn’t echo the views of the bloke Mike quotes about hating the US and its institutions. If that’s actually the case, her affiliation with the Alaskan secessionist movement is unlikely to be a big deal.
Jerry’s comment about believing in an America for all races resonates with me. Personally, as a white American male who grew up having very little contact with African-Americans until his early 20s, I find it difficult to see America from the perspective of someone like Rev. Wright. However, I have tried to understand his point of view, because something that happened to me over forty years ago has stuck in my mind.
Working as a NYC taxi driver one summer, I picked up a well-dressed African-American couple downtown and began driving them to Harlem. On the way, the bloke (he’d been drinking) became very unpleasant. His wife remonstrated with him, but he kept on making disparaging comments about my driving, his economic status relative to mine and how I was never going to be the man he was.
I needed the money, so kept my mouth shut. When we finally reached their street, I found myself in a one-laner, cars parked on both sides, in a none-too-salubrious neighbourhood. The bloke started hassling me about the fare, and I wasn’t having any of it, when a fire truck pulled up behind the taxi, lights flashing, siren blaring, horns honking.
The bloke’s wife was screaming, telling him to pay up and get out. He literally threw some money at me as his wife pushed him through the door, following right on his heels. I beat it down the street without bothering to shut the cab doors properly.
I was mad and glad - mad at the bloke for being a jerk, and glad because he did (over)pay me. I can also remember shrugging it off and getting back to work, but not before it occurred to me that something pretty awful must have happened to him to treat another person that way.
I was young and naive then. Now I am old and naive. I still try to puzzle out the other person’s point of view, even if it doesn’t fit my prejudices. However, in the voting booth, I think I’m still more influenced by my prejudices than I’d like to admit.