It was one of those odd little paragraphs that leap out at you, so filled with unexpected images it was. “What would Al Sharpton do if Bush calls him?” inquired Peter Noel in a recent issue of the Village Voice. Sharpton’s reply was pure deadpan: “I would not meet with Bush alone…. There has to be an agenda that the black collective agrees with. Clearly, I’m not looking to be part of the Bush administration.”
It was inspiring to know that Al Sharpton had seriously thought about what to do if Bush should call him. It was inspiring because I figure there’s at least as much chance of Bush calling me as Sharpton. So if the press is interviewing him about such prospects, then I should be prepared.
First of all, the Bush team needs me. I don’t know how to say this gently, because I know how hard they tried, but most of us in the black community agree that Sister Condoleezza and Brother Colin do not a rainbow coalition make. And since John Ashcroft is backed by the Christian Coalition and Bob Jones University, I know that Bush knows that the fair and unifying thing to do now would be to make a radical lefty critical race theorist like me the head of the civil rights division. Yes, me–the frizzy-haired feminist alternative to Al Sharpton. I offer myself up as Bush’s own personal Lani Guinier.
Since we’re looking ahead here, I must confess that, like Sharpton, I wouldn’t meet with Bush alone. Not that I worry about becoming the next Monica Lewinsky or anything, but all in all, I’d want witnesses. The kind of witnesses I’ll bet Donald Rumsfeld wishes he had to explain those tapes in the National Archives. The ones in which he agrees with Nixon that African blacks are “just out of the trees.” Rumsfeld, who’s heard saying, “That’s right,” “I know” and “That’s for sure,” now has no better excuse to fall back upon except that he was “acknowledging,” not agreeing with, Nixon.
But with me, a Bush White House would never have to worry about such embarrassing moments, because on each and every tape for posterity you’d hear me, loud and clear, exclaiming, “Say what?” and “You’ve got to be kidding!” You’d hear me reciting the Emancipation Proclamation, telling people about the Reconstruction Amendments, chanting passages from international conventions against the death penalty and pointing out Greece on the map.
What of my broader political agenda, you may well ask. Unlike Al Sharpton, I’m not ambitious enough to come up with something with which a presumed “black collective” might entirely agree. Nevertheless, since I was among the 92 percent of blacks who collectively voted Democratic, I’m confident that I’ll be a lot closer to that goal than Republican “civil rights activists” like Abigail Thernstrom.