Submitted by Ohio Daily Blog on Fri, 08/29/2008 - 15:16.
With the hoopla of the convention subsiding there is very little to distract me from the shock and desolation of last week's sudden loss of our much-loved leader. I am going to do a post recapping the moving tributes to Stephanie Tubbs Jones from yesterday morning's ODP breakfast program, but I wanted to do something more personal first. The only problem with that strategy is that I'm pretty much at a loss for words. Strangely, however, a lyric from Macy Gray's "I Try," one of my favorite love songs, comes close:
I try to say goodbye and I choke.
Try to walk away and I stumble.
Although I try to hide it, it's clear ...
My world crumbles when you are not here.
Honestly I have no business feeling as devastated as I do. But I do. I am not favored with having been her friend. However, my few contacts with her were so infused with caring and love that it made me feel close to her, a feeling I'm sure is shared by thousands.
In 2006 I began attending some of the Congresswoman's monthly 11th District Caucus meetings, and in that election cycle I saw her at dozens of campaign events. I walked in her fabulous Labor Day parade, volunteering for Jennifer Brunner and taking photographs for my blog.
Also that year I sat down with her and four fellow bloggers for an hour-long "Meet the Bloggers" interview, during which she was her usual dynamic and impassioned self. She also displayed a bit of her political fortitude in that interview, defending her support for the "Learn and Earn" ballot measure that progressives uniformly denounced. Her position was based on prioritizing her concerns, and Cleveland's desperate need for economic development trumped ideological niceties about state-sponsored gambling. "There is absolutely nothing else going that's going to put development money into this community in order to help the people," she said, and although she was patient in listening to our objections to the ballot measure she wasn't about to yield.
Late last year, when I was next in line to serve as president of my city's Democratic club, I screwed up my courage and button-holed her at a fund-raiser at a private home. I made an appeal to her to speak to our club at some point during 2008, since it was an important election year and she hadn't met with us in a long time, and I also asked for her advice on trying to get more young people involved in the club. She promised to try to meet with the club (although our regular meeting night, Thursday, conflicted with her schedule when Congress was in session), and she had thoughtful suggestions and contacts on reaching out to young people. After that little chat she shocked me the next time we met by giving me one of her famous hugs and calling me "Baby." Everyone who knew her is aware that this wasn't an unusual gesture for her, but it was a special moment to me, and it reflects the abundance of love and compassion in her soul that such things came to her so naturally.
The club appearance I sought evolved into a special joint meeting of a dozen area Democratic clubs and grassroots organizations, scheduled for August 14th to take advantage of the Congressional recess. As it happened, that was the Congresswoman's last public appearance. It was a big political rally, but it was also a love-fest, with a standing-room only crowd seizing the chance to spend some time with a cherished leader. She was incandescent that night, vibrant and passionate, energizing the crowd. In her usual way, she acknowledged officials and candidates at every level, down to asking all the precinct committee members to stand and receive applause for our efforts.
What was less usual that night was that she spoke at some length about her hopes and plans for the future, looking beyond the upcoming election. She talked about the pressing issues on her mind, including racial disparity in health care, and she said that she hoped to ascend to the leadership position on the House Ways and Means Committee so that she could influence taxation and spending policy for the benefit of education, infrastructure development, job training, and other initiatives to improve the lot of ordinary citizens. Perhaps her rumination on the future was prompted by emerging from her long commitment to being national campaign co-chair for Hillary Clinton, I don't know, but recalling those hopes and plans brings a stab of pain. With her mind set on those objectives, she surely would have attained them, and the special things she sought would have come to pass.
Ed Icove of South Euclid was the point person for organizing the event, but the Congresswoman remembered our conversation of last year and acknowledged me by name from the podium for having started the process. It was an unnecessary but characteristic touch. Our last direct conversation was immediately before she spoke. I ran crouching up to the front table and thanked her for speaking to us, and also for her very special tribute to my friend State Sen. Lance Mason at a meeting of the county executive committee the week before (the purpose of which had been to vote on placing Lance on the ballot for the Cuyahoga County Court of Common Pleas). She held my hand and thanked me for the opportunity of addressing the clubs that night. And in the arbitrary and shocking way of such things, that was the last interaction we would have. I am blessed that it was, in a way, perfect.
My inventory of Stephanie Tubbs Jones anecdotes is light compared to those who will be speaking and writing over the next few days, so please excuse me for borrowing a good one -- it really speaks to her vitality and determination. I was at a fundraiser for OH-02 Congressional candidate John Cranley at the home of Subodh and Meena Chandra in 2006 where Stephanie Tubbs Jones and Rep. Jack Murtha (D-PA) were featured guests. Rep. Murtha related that he had once remarked to a colleague that there seemed to be many more women and minorities in the House of Representatives than previously. "No, not many more," the colleague replied, "It's just that Stephanie Tubbs Jones is here now."
But she is no longer here. And my world has that crumbling feeling.
I have put some details about the public viewing and memorial service tomorrow after the break. (There is also public viewing this evening from 6:00 to 8:00 at Bethany Baptist Church 1211 E. 105th Street.) I'm also including this video clip that I shot at the election night celebration for Sen. Sherrod Brown in 2006. This is the Stephanie Tubbs Jones I will remember, the high-voltage larger-than-life Stephanie Tubbs Jones. And notice that she was already looking ahead, focused on 2008, just a few hours after the polls had closed on the 2006 election. If anyone needs any more inspiration to work hard in this election, here it is:
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