The
Democratic presidential candidate was due
to speak before 84,000 worshippers in Mile
High stadium, home of the Denver Broncos,
who have six times contested America's
quintessential sporting event.
Outside
the ring of steel, activists offered free
hugs in exchange for credentials. Ticket
touts waved filthy fivers at the
journalists for spare passes. Let's just
say the price wasn't right.
When
people poured from the stadium afterwards,
mainlining hope, the same hawkers were
there flogging t-shirts (in XXX-L for the
bulky brothers) and asking to buy the same
used passes. There's a premium for this
sort of thing on ebay.
The
Democratic National Convention was a
perfect allegory for the nation Barack
Obama seeks to lead: thrusting free
enterprise, passion and opportunism
wrapped around an event of gargantuan
ambition that teetered between hubris and
triumph.
The
sight of the convention delegates
thrusting their banners skywards
("Change", "Hillary", "McCain the Same"),
barking like Pavlov's dogs at mention of
the phrase "Yes we can!" would once have
triggered mention of Nuremberg rallies,
but fortunately recent history offers us
new metaphors. This was the Beijing
Olympics again, shorn of the underage
gymnasts.