By Matthew Rothschild on March 12, 2008

Barack Obama scored another impressive victory on Tuesday, crushing Clinton 61% to 37% in Mississippi.

But the mainstream media gave it a ho-hum, and to the extent that they covered it, they focused on the racial split in the voting.

Obama won a whopping 91% of the black vote, and Clinton won 72 % of the white vote. But white independents went to Clinton only 55% to 40%, yet you would have been hard pressed to pull that stat out of the CNN exit polling data, so little attention did it get.

It’s in Clinton’s interest to stress the racial divide because the more the Clintonites can dwell on Obama’s “blackness,” the more they can scare up the racist white vote for themselves.

Already, it seems to be working. Check out Ohio, where Clinton gained among white voters, especially white males. And the Clintons are counting on it for Pennsylvania.

That’s why Bill Clinton raised the race issue in South Carolina, and that’s why Hillary Clinton is in no hurry to get rid of Geraldine Ferraro, who made such outrageous racial comments about the basis of Obama’s appeal.

That serves Hillary just fine.

Oh, she can say, “I didn’t say that,” but neither did Obama call Clinton a “monster,” yet his aide had to go.

Ferraro, for her part, keeps putting the same foot back into her mouth, and as a result keeps the conversation on race yet another day.

On Wednesday, on CBS’s “Early Show,” she said, “It wasn’t a racist comment, it was a statement of fact.”

The Clintons, cynical to the core, have figured out that every day that the conversation is on Obama’s race is a good day for them.

That’s how low they’ve stooped.

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Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.


Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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