Advice from an Insider: Ignore the Insider-Adjacent Crowd

My name is Stephanie Jones and I am a Democratic insider. Not the kind who plays one on teevee, but a real honest-to-goodness one.

As true as it is, it feels strange to say because actual insiders don’t go around calling ourselves insiders. Kind of like how fighter pilots with the right stuff never uttered the words “right stuff, ” we are what we are and there’s no need to talk about it.

But I’m going to make an exception just this time. Because some folks are out here claiming to be insiders and causing a whole lot of trouble.

Some background:

I’m an insider who has sat with presidents and senators and members of Congress and cabinet secretaries in quiet rooms where difficult decisions are made. Sometimes I’ve been there to participate in the decision-making, other times my role was to support the deliberations.

I have been the first person a president has looked for when he walked into a room because he knew I knew exactly where he needed to go and what he was supposed to do.

I’ve been one of the first calls more than one candidate has made when they decided to run for president and needed to be sure they reached out to the right key people before going public.

I’ve participated in several debate preps with a presidential candidate and ridden with them to the debate, so I could give a last-minute brief on how to handle prickly questions, and then climbed back into the car with them afterward so we could discuss how they did.

I have watched a candidate’s victory speech on television, only to notice the tight shot wasn’t reflective of the campaign’s diversity, so I picked up the phone and made a call, and within seconds watched the human backdrop rearrange itself according to my instructions.

I have sat in the Speaker’s box in the House Gallery, at her invitation, to watch her preside over a historic vote.

I’m the Stephanie in the sentence uttered on several occasions: “I know you all think I need to do thus-and-so, but I need to know what Stephanie thinks before I make a decision.”

I’m telling you this, not to boast or show off, but to illustrate my bona fides support what I’m about to tell you.

I’ve done all of these things and more.

But you know what I have NEVER done?  I have never, not once, not ever, told a reporter that I thought someone I worked for or advised had performed poorly in a debate, speech or interview, or was likely to lose an election or needed to change course.  

And I definitely never called or took a call from a reporter during or after a debate, speech, or interview to tell them that I was “jittery” about anything.

Because true insiders don’t do that.

Actual insiders don’t talk to the media about what’s happening on the inside, and they certainly don’t try to send messages to principal through journalists. A hallmark of being an “insider” is that we can communicate directly with the principal or we are well-connected and respected enough by the people in the inner circle that we can tell them and know that our thoughts and advice will make it all the way in.

We don’t go around talking off the record to reporters who are looking for dirt and we definitely don’t provide it to them.

That said, there is a cadre of people in Washington I refer to as “Inside Adjacent”: folks who perhaps worked on the Hill or in a department years ago and have stayed connected enough with certain players to get invited to an occasional DNC briefing or the White House Easter Egg Roll or annual holiday party and have lots of pictures with powerful people they took at fundraisers they paid good money to go to so they could get their pictures taken with powerful people.

I suspect that when we hear pundits talking about how their phones are “blowing up” with calls from “nervous Democratic insiders” and then presenting this as proof that President Biden is “in trouble,” or that “Democrats are wavering,” what you’re really hearing are opinions from the Insider Adjacent crowd.  And I strongly suggest that you take what they’re supposedly saying with a huge dollop of salt.

Of course, it’s always possible, even if it’s not likely, that an actual insider has spoken with a reporter. But, unless and until breathless journalists who claim they are talking with anonymous “insiders familiar with Biden’s thinking” reveal who these so-called “insiders” are, THIS genuine insider suggests that you give their reporting the consideration it merits – in other words, just ignore it.

The Roberts Court, Project 2025 and the Civil Rights Rollback: The Good Judge Warned Us

I remember attending John Roberts’ confirmation hearings in 2005 (including the one in which my father, Judge Nathaniel R. Jones, testified), and noticing a cabal of young lawyers – all of them white Ivy League men – there to support him.

I was struck at the time by their smugness, their confidence in their assured future success, and their generally privileged and rather off-putting and often rude and condescending conduct and demeanor.

Several of my colleagues noted it too, with one saying to me, “They look like the young Aryan Nation. If we don’t stop them, this is our future.”

I have no doubt that those young men we saw then have been, over the last 20 years helping to build the foundation for the MAGA movement and have been instrumental in Project 2025 and its related agendas.

And they are the middle-aged men who are now putting the finishing touches on their wholesale takeover of our democracy. Foremost among their cohort is Brett Kavanaugh, who now sits on the U.S. Supreme Court, but was a high-level White House official when Roberts was appointed and confirmed. The following year, he was appointed to the federal appellate court, which launched his elevation to the Supreme Court where he now is fervently carrying out the MAGA agenda.

It’s important to understand that this didn’t just spring up with the rise of Trump. It has been in the works for decades, even before Roberts’ ascension to the Court. In fact, Roberts was one of the young lawyers in the Reagan and Bush I White Houses that my father described in his testimony as stoking the fires for what is happening today.

“At the time I left my job as General Counsel of the NAACP, a position that I had occupied which Thurgood Marshall also occupied, I had been involved in litigating major civil rights cases all across the country. I joined the court upon appointment by President Carter in 1979.

“At that time, we thought generally that certain civil rights principles were settled. We thought that the issue of school desegregation was settled in light of Chief Justice Burger’s decision in Swann in which he said that busing transportation was an appropriate remedy when you had a finding of constitutional violations that rigged a school district.

“We thought the issue of affirmative action was settled with the Bakke case and Justice Powell’s plurality opinion in which he said you may take race into account.

“But we find that following that case, or those cases which I thought were settled, I was then sitting as a judge on the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals and I was engaged in dealing with the first wave of attacks against school desegregation and against affirmative action. The challenges claiming preferential treatment, claiming “forced busing,” all of these buzzwords were coming at the court and we were then faced with the decision, are these principles settled?

“I have now learned that in the boiler room of the Reagan administration, stoking out and crafting out a lot of the theories that were being used in the courts to attack these settled principles, was the nominee [John Roberts]. *

This is a long plan coming to fruition. Many of us have tried to warn of this happening, but were ignored or accused of overreacting.

But now that the danger is clear, we all must do everything in our power to stop it.

VOTE BIDEN-HARRIS and VOTE BLUE up and down the ticket.

*You can watch my father’s full testimony here: https://www.c-span.org/video/?188799-3/roberts-confirmation-hearing-day-4-part-3

The Biden Replacement Theory and the Invisible Black Voter

I can’t help but notice that most of the calls for President Biden to be tossed out of the presidential race and replaced by a shiny new and younger but usually unnamed candidate have two weirdly connected features: 1) they also include jettisoning his Vice President Kamala Harris, his hand-picked successor: and 2) the cabal of commentators calling for this move is almost all white.

Hardly a coincidence. The white media elite has long treated America’s first Black vice president as invisible.

And, true to form, they have also thrown the invisibility cloak over tens of millions of Black voters who wholeheartedly support President Biden and Vice President Harris, pretending we don’t exist or just don’t matter.

It’s easy to float ideas when you’re not responsible for gaming them out, much less, making them work, and to assume that the outcome you want is the only outcome that will ensue. But that’s a child’s way of thinking, like a 5-year-old assumes the only possible consequence of dashing into traffic to retrieve her errant ball is that she will simply retrieve her errant ball.

The folks floating the cockamaimie Biden Replacement Theory that has no possible path to success (see my analysis here), seem not to have considered the political ramifications of banishing the sitting vice president into political exile.

The cavalier dismissal of Kamala Harris as Joe Biden’s replacement is particularly interesting given that she is one of fewer than a dozen people alive today who have actual hands-on experience as president or vice president. And three of those people are term limited, one is in hospice, and other than the previous vice president whom Biden’s opponent sent a mob to kill, the others have shown no interest in returning to the White House in any capacity.

So, if Joe Biden needs to be replaced, his hand-picked vice president is not only the most logical choice, she is literally THE most qualified person on earth available to step into his shoes should the need arise.

And yet, these pundits barely mention her in this regard and when they do utter her name, it’s simply to bat it away so the they can float the names of various white people who don’t come close to having her bona fides, name recognition, political support, or confidence of the president they want replaced.

The purported goal of the Biden Replacement Theory is to ensure a victory in November by switching him out with someone who supposedly will attract more votes than the incumbent president will. And yet the Kamala-free solution would hemorrhage tens of millions of votes of people – particularly African-American voters – who would not docilely go along with the first Black female vice president being supplanted by a largely unknown and untested candidate plucked from the Great White Hope short list, whom most people outside of their home state and a small circle of political junkies have never even heard of.

And yet, the pundits haven’t considered, much less managed to come up with a plan for making up for the innumerable critical votes that will be lost in this gambit and pulling together the fragile coalition of voters needed to win in November without Joe Biden on the ticket with Kamala Harris by his side.

Black voters, the loyal base of the party, who year after year put in the hard work and drag us over the finish line to victories made more difficult by reticent white Democrats, are only so tolerant and will only take so much before we say “Enough!” We are not going to accept being spit in the face as our votes and candidates are snatched away from us in order to appease a handful of unreliable Independents and shaky, fair-weather Democrats.

Many of the people who demand that Democrats upend our entire campaign to appease a few people they think might not vote for Biden because he’s not a spring chicken assume that Black voters don’t deserve the same (or any) deference because we’ll put up with anything – after all, “where else are they going to go,” right?

Well, invoke the ultimate act of white supremacy-steeped political betrayal against us and you’ll see where a critical mass of Black voters go. Or more accurately, where they DON’T go: to the polls.

And the few independents picked up with this scheme won’t come close to making up for the loss of Black support or the irreparable long-term damage done to the party and to the country as a result of such a monumental double-cross.

The chattering class of pundits and self-proclaimed but unidentified Democratic “insiders” have made it clear that Kamala Harris and millions of Black voters are irrelevant and invisible to them. But if the Democratic Party were to lose its collective mind and follow their advice, they will realize, too late, that they’ve made a tragic mistake.

Because while Black voters may be invisible to the media elite, the last thing the party or country needs is for Black voters to make ourselves invisible in November.

The “Biden Replacement Theory”: A joke that’s not funny

If you’re going to engage in any discussions about replacing Joe Biden on the ticket, you should know a few unassailable facts that the media have left out of their hysterical drumbeat “coverage” of what “Democratic insiders” are saying:

  1. Democratic “insiders” don’t give the President advice through the media. They speak directly to him or to the people in his immediate circle. Anyone you see publicly calling on the President to step down is not close to him and does not have his ear. Yes, they may attend occasional briefings at the DNC or get invited to the White House holiday parties and annual Easter Egg Roll, and have their picture taken with him at fundraisers they pay good money to attend so they can get their picture taken. But they don’t have real access to him and they can’t be assumed to have his best interests in mind. Because the people who are actually close to him don’t call him out on CNN and Twitter.
  2. For some reason, the folks pushing and buying the Biden Replacement Theory seem to think (or want you to think) that picking a replacement would be smooth sailing and that we would end up with a consensus candidate that everyone is happy with. But anyone with even a cursory knowledge of politics, in general, and Democratic politics, in particular, should know that that’s not what would happen. Instead, it would be a bloody battle with knock down drag out fights and lots of angry people in the end. And whoever emerged from that would be bruised, battered, weakened, and forced to spend a good deal of the time and energy that should be focused on Trump, instead on trying to heal the deep inter-party rifts the choiced opened and convince people in our own party to vote for them – people whose vote Joe Biden already had locked up.
  3. And let’s not even talk about what they would run on. No, let’s talk about it.What exactly shiny new candidate run on? That they’re younger than Trump? Because they certainly couldn’t run on Biden’s record. And there isn’t a single person whose name has been floated who could run on a record that comes even close to his. Being governor of the most liberal state in the country, but no national experience? Being governor of a purple state, with no national experience? Being mayor of a small mid-western city whose only national experience has been as a Cabinet secretary?Trump and his team would have a field day with this untested, unvetted new face whom most voters have never even heard of, much less know anything about.
  4. The pundits keep conveniently failing to mention another critical sticking point, either because they don’t understand how politics and elections actually work or they know but assume you don’t. But I’m going to tell you, so now you’ll know something they’re not telling you:In fact, it is objectively impossible to replace Biden at this point and have any hope of winning the general election, regardless how young and sparkly and exciting his replacement is for at least one simple reason: Ballot Access. A new candidate can only get on state ballots after they are nominated. And by the time the new magical unicorn to be named later is nominated, the deadlines for getting on many state ballots will have passed, meaning it’s unlikely they’ll be on the ballots in enough states to win the Electoral College.Perhaps a massive write-in campaign can be launched, but therein lies another problem. See #5
  5. The new Great White Hope candidate can’t run a successful campaign on fumes and fairy dust. It will take money. Lots and lots of money. Biden has lots and lots of money, more than enough to fund a kickass campaign. But that’s HIS campaign’s money and it can’t be transferred to another candidate or campaign.Which means the new guy or gal will have to start raising money from scratch. But they can only start after they’ve been officially nominated. Until then, they can’t ask for or spend a cent.They’ll need to raise about a billion dollars to catch up. And they’d have to raise it immediately – like in a few days. It took Biden, the sitting President of the United States, leader of the party, several years to raise that much money. His replacement would have to do that in a few days – while desperately trying to heal wounds and introduce themselves to the rest of the country.In fact, they’d have to raise MORE money than Biden because they’d have a much tougher campaign than he had – for example, trying to mount an all-out write-in effort after they missed the Ballot Access deadlines in most of the states.

So, as you can see, the Biden Replacement Theory is smoke and mirrors, a joke that’s not funny, that can’t happen and, even if it could, would only result in a massive and devastating loss for the Democrats, a loss from which the party, and more importantly, the country, would never recover.

So please stop listening to the bloviating pundits telling you that the so-called “insiders” are secretly telling them Biden must go, and use your own common sense to assess how this would all play out. You will then see that this notion is half-baked, at best, and cynical, manipulative, and hellbent for disaster at its worst.

At the end of the day, President Biden and Vice President Harris are not going to be replaced. But the negative chatter, speculation, and hand-wringing about it can drag them down and make it harder for them to win in November.

Stop feeding the madness and focus on doing everything you can to ensure that President Biden and Vice President Harris win the 270 electoral votes they need for reelection. They are our ONLY hope of turning this country away from Trump and his Republican extremists and keeping us on the right road. Pining for a perfect candidate – who does not, never did, and never will exist – is a dangerous distraction.

Keep your eyes on the prize.

The Box

The box is shaped like a treasure chest, about 18 inches long, 10 inches wide, 10 inches tall, dark distressed wood, wrapped in a copper ribbon and topped with a perfect, stiff copper bow. It once contained a Christmas present several years ago from a dear friend who, over many years, has given me lovely gifts – candles, a silver picture frame, a pink pashmina, crystal starfish, etc. – in containers so unique and interesting that I keep the boxes long after the gift has been used.

This particular box sits on a high shelf in my bedroom, serving as a decorative element that I could look at from time to time and think of my friend, our long friendship, and what he and that friendship mean to me.

But I wasn’t thinking about my friend or the box that morning when, while looking for something in a dresser drawer, I came across the plain, burgundy plastic container that had held the ashes of my dear Aunt Ginny for the past 25 years. As I often did, I told myself that I really should get her a proper urn because Aunt Ginny deserved more than to be tucked away in a drawer.

Aunt Ginny wasn’t really my aunt. She was more like a grandmother, but not quite that either. The wife of my father’s mentor, Virginia Dickerson was known by many, including Daddy and her husband, J. Maynard Dickerson, as “L’il Chief.” I’m not sure if that’s because she was the boss behind the scenes (although it’s hard to imagine anyone bossing Uncle Dick) or if there was some other origin of the moniker. But I always called her Aunt Ginny, probably the only person who did, just as no one else dared called J. Maynard “Uncle Dick” except the little girl who adored them.

Aunt Ginny and Uncle Dick didn’t have any children, so. Daddy was the closest thing they had to a son and that made me their only granddaughter. They were always wonderful to me, although Uncle Dick teased me mercilessly, calling me “FlipLip” because I talked so much.

When Daddy was a child, Uncle Dick, a prominent lawyer and publisher of the local Black newspaper, had taken Daddy under his wing and, in an uneasy collaboration with my grandmother, taught him much of what he needed to know to be the man he became. I later learned that he and Grammy butted heads a lot, with Grammy resenting the hold and influence Uncle Dick and Aunt Ginny had on her son. But Daddy was devoted to them and so was I.

In the summer of 1971, as we often did, my sister Pam and I spent a week with Aunt Ginny and Uncle Dick at their home in Columbus, sleeping in the big antique bed that once belonged to Aunt Ginny’s grandmother and seemed so huge and high and magnificent to me as a child. And, as she always did when we visited in the summer, Aunt Ginny took us to the Ohio State Fair.

But THIS time … The JACKSON 5 were playing!!!

Pam and I were beside ourselves at the thought of seeing our idols for the first time. We spent a lot of time preparing, carefully selecting our outfits: matching jumpsuits, hers was white with brown stripes, mine white with blue stripes. We knew we looked cute. And were sure that when we walked around the fair, we would run into the Jackson 5 and they would want to spend the day with us riding the rides and eating cotton candy and they would win us prizes and and try to sneak kisses and then ask us to be their girlfriends.

But first things first. The CONCERT. It was kind of a free-for-all – open seating, first-come-first served on the track, but Aunt Ginny got us there early and we managed to find a spot about halfway back. We stacked two wooden chairs on top of each other so we could get a better view and waited for Michael and Marlon and Jermaine and Tito and Jackie.

But we had to first endure the opening act. A woman named Yvonne Fair. OK. We’ll wait. 

Next up … The Jackson 5!!!

But no. There was ANOTHER opening act. A group named The Commodores. They had big afros and wore lime green uniforms. They were kind of cute, and the tall guy in the middle had a nice, easy style that caught our eye. But they were also pretty old. They looked to be in their 20s. Who are these guys? And why are they here? And why are they singing for so long? We didn’t come to see them.

If only I could step back in time and have a word with 12-year-old Steffie in that moment …

This is what I’d tell her:

See those guys up there? They are going to play a big role in your life.

Ten years from now, you’re going to be working for them. Not for long – about a year during college, before you go to law school and become a lawyer and do lots of other interesting things.

But what a year! You will be their secretary and work in their studio and answer their fan mail and babysit their dogs and keep them on schedule. You’ll go to lots of their concerts – and some of those concerts will be at state fairs just like this one.

And they’ll even introduce you to Michael Jackson.

And that tall guy in the middle?

His name is Lionel. And he’ll be your lifelong friend.

You will share old private jokes only the two of you think are funny and laugh together until you can’t breathe, and talk and talk for hours. You will climb up the side of his house to slide into an open window when you lock yourself out (in your swimsuit, no less) after an early morning swim in his pool. You’ll fly with him in a helicopter over Buckingham Palace. You’ll ride together to the cemetery to bury the first Commodore to die.

You will come to know his family and he will become part of yours. He will love and revere Daddy and he will grieve with and comfort you when Daddy dies (don’t worry – that will be many many years from now).

You will confide in each other, fight with each other, sometimes stop speaking to each other, but always come back together because you’re the kind of friends who never stop loving each other and who will always be attached by the invisible string.

And over the years, he will remember your birthday and Christmas with lovely presents. Presents that come in very special boxes that, even empty, are gifts themselves …

Including a beautiful treasure chest-shaped box wrapped in a copper ribbon and stiff copper bow that you suddenly realized one morning is absolutely the perfect size for Aunt Ginny’s ashes.

And whenever you look at the box that now nestles Aunt Ginny as if specially made just for her, you will think of how deeply you cherish your precious friend, whom you first saw when you were 12 years old that time Aunt Ginny took you to see the Jackson 5 at the Ohio State Fair.

And you will be reminded, once again, how the invisible strings of friendship, family, love, and fate have woven a perfect vessel that carries and protects you through this improbable, but inevitable, life …

But does Steffie really need to know any of that now?

Nah …

Just enjoy the concert, little girl.

Yes, the Supreme Court COULD have declined the case, but then what?

“They could have just declined the case” is the overly simplistic but misleading version of Supreme Court law and practice being fed to laypersons by many celebrity television commentators who were rushed on air to breathlessly critique the Court’s grant of certiorari to Donald Trump’s presidential immunity petition.

But they’re not telling you the whole story.

Yes, the Court COULD have declined to take the case. But that’s only part of the story. Among the things the talking heads aren’t telling you is what would happen if the Court DIDN’T take the case.

Had the Supreme Court declned to hear the case, that would not have made Trump’s immunity claim go away or clear the way for him to be held accountable. It would have just settled the issue only for one case, the January 6th prosecution in the DC Federal District Court.

But it would not have been settled anywhere else outside of the DC Circuit, including in Florida where Trump has also raised the same immunity claim in his documents case.

It is possible that, unless the Supreme Court issues a ruling, Judge Aileen Cannon will accept Trump’s immunity argument, which would dismiss the case outright. But, regardless how she rules, the losing side would then appeal the dismissal to the 11th Circuit, which would take several weeks, if not months, to rule. Once they rule, the losing party would appeal and the same issue would be right back before the Supreme Court to be dealt with since it had not ruled on it previously – while the documents case sits on hold.

Same thing in Georgia. If the Court declined the DC appeal, the issue of immunity would remain unsettled everywhere else in the US and Trump would still have an opportunity to raise it anywhere else, including in his Georgia RICO case. If so, he would surely file a motion to dismiss on immunity grounds, just as he did in Florida. Again, whoever is on the losing ends would appeal to the state appellate court. Whoever lost there, would then appeal to the Georgia Supreme Court. And then – you guessed it – the immunity claim would eventually go back up to the US Supreme Court, while the Georgia case remains on hold.

In other words, if the Supreme Court had declined to hear this case, they may have sped up the Jnauary 6 trial, but would have allowed Trump to indefinitely delay just about any other criminal proceeding against him anywhere else in the country for much longer than it will take for the Court to permanently resolve the immunity issue raised in this case.

However, by taking this appeal now on a very expedited basis, the Court is going to settle this question once and for all. Their ruling will apply not just to the DC case, but to every criminal case involving Trump or any subsequent president in any court anywhere in the country. While it may delay this one trial for a few weeks or a couple of months, hearing this appeal will prevent huge delays down the road.

The television commentators aren’t telling you any of this. Instead, they are treating this case as a one-off and ignoring the many reasons that the Supreme Court decides to hear appeals and issue rulings in important cases. They are spinning only one scenario – that the Court “could have declined the case” as if, in refusing to take this case, they would have forced Trump to immediately face justice and there would have been no other negative consequences outside of this particular case.

These commentators have no idea why the Court took this case, which justices votes to accept cert, or how they’re going to eventually rule.

But rather than simply explain the legal issues, or, if they feel compelled to speculate, lay out the different reasons the Court could have taken up the case, they are speculating and second-guessing about motives and thought processes and evil intentions and getting laypersons who don’t understand federal appellate practice and procedure all worked up and anxious and suspicious.

Much of this is the result of them trying to cover their own butts after predicting for weeks that the Court wouldn’t take the case. Now that the Court proved their predictions wrong, rather than just admit they were mistaken, they are claiming the Court is doing something outrageous when they know nothing of the kind.

Yes, it is possible that the Court (or even just a couple of the justices) decided to take the case to delay or to get Trump off the hook. But it is just as likely – in fact, more likely – that the Court took the case for the reasons I described: to settle the matter firmly and finally so that Trump’s immunity claim is shut down everywhere for all time.

I don’t know the reason the Court granted cert. Neither do any of the legal “experts.” But, unlike them, I have taken the time to think this through and to try to provide a fuller understanding of how all of this works and am not just throwing out red meat to keep you angry and fearful.

Their approach to “legal analysis” is lazy, incomplete and irresponsible. Please don’t accept everything they’re telling you at face value. Their aim is not to educate or enlighten, but to entertain and agitate so the audience will keep coming back for more.

Let’s wait to see what the Supreme Court does. We may find that all the drama and angst provoked by th teevee talkers was a waste of time and energy.

My Old Man DID Know Something


My father, Judge Nathaniel R. Jones spent his life fighting for justice and change. He first answered the call as a young boy when he saw racial injustice and wanted to do something about it. His mother, knowing her fifth grade education would allow her to take him only so far (she went back and got her high school diploma in her 60s and valedictorian of her class …), made sure to expose him to people who could take him on the next stages of his quest.


Thanks to his mother’s foresightedness, young Nathaniel met and became the protégé of a local Black attorney who taught, guided, and inspired him.


J. Maynard Dickerson instilled in him a deep sense of hope – but not a blind faith. A hope that could be fulfilled with hard work and dedication and a constant focus on the goal. In turn, my father passed that hope on to me and the countless other people he mentored and influenced.


Daddy never stopped reminding me that progress can be made, if we believe and work for it. And he never let me give up or give in to despair. And he both taught and showed me the power of politics to effect change and always encouraged me to be a part of it.


Emulating his mother’s efforts to expose him to politics and the social justice movement at an early age, he did the same for me, folding me into his own activities long before I can even remember. My very first outing in life, the day after my parents brought me home from the hospital, set me on the path:


“On yesterday, we went to an NAACP meeting at church, where Nate presided,” my mother wrote in a letter to her parents. “Steffie was real good.”


That was the first of a long line of experiences Daddy included me in … carrying me in my little baby basket to the Los Angeles Coliseum to hear JFK give his acceptance speech at the 1960 Democratic Convention … Rousing my sister and me out of bed just after midnight so that we could greet Vice President Hubert Humphrey, who landed in the wee hours for an event the next morning during his 1968 presidential campaign … Taking me with him to the annual Gridiron Dinner and allowing me to sit on a bench outside the hotel ballroom so I could watch the movers and shakers come and go …


By 1972, I was ready to get directly involved. So, three nights a week after school, my parents dropped me off at the local McGovern campaign headquarters to volunteer. I felt very grown up and cool and thought that if I worked hard enough, McGovern would win.

So, I was devastated when he lost. After staying up crying half the night, I wandered into the bathroom where Daddy was shaving, sat on the edge of the tub, and told him I would not go to school that day. “Everybody will laugh at me.”


“Who cares what they think? They don’t know anything,” he said. “They’re just repeating what they heard their parents say. Losing doesn’t mean you were wrong. You did the right thing and worked for what you believed in. So you go to school and hold your head up. And if anybody laughs at you, laugh right back and tell them they picked the wrong man.“


(He also told me that Nixon wouldn’t finish his term because he would probably be impeached as a result of the “sabotage” that was just coming to light, but that’s another story …)


Thirty two years later, the morning after George W. Bush defeated John Kerry and my then-boss, John Edwards, I once again found myself sitting on the edge of the bathtub watching Daddy shave as I moaned about how awful the election results were.


He listened for awhile and then without missing a whisker, said “You think THIS is bad? Imagine how we felt in 1956 when Adlai Stevenson lost again – for the second time. And we didn’t have a Civil Rights Act or a Voting Rights Act or Members of Congress or governors or mayors. We didn’t just elect a Black man to the Senate. We didn’t have any of the resources or powers or tools that you have now. But we didn’t give up. We kept fighting. We focused on 1958 and got a Civil Rights Bill passed. And then in 1960, we elected Jack Kennedy president.”


“Progress isn’t like a freight train just barreling forward. It’s a pendulum that sometimes swings backwards,” he continued. “The important thing is not to let go, but to always keep pushing forward so that the next time, you move even further ahead.”


“So feel sorry for yourself all you want today. But tomorrow, get to back to work.”


Four years later, almost to the day, as I sat next to him watching Barack Obama declared the winner of the 2008 presidential election, I turned to him to see tears streaming down his face. I asked him if he was emotional because he thought he would never see this day.


“No,” he said softly. “I always knew I would.”


I reminded him of what he told me four years before about not giving up the fight.


He chuckled and said, ” Maybe one day you’ll figure out your old man knows a little something, kid.”


The eight years of Obama were hopeful ones for him and all of us. But he also saw the efforts to roll back those gains and he consistently warned us all to be vigilant. Not to sit on our laurels or to believe the fight was over.


And sure enough, as he dreaded, despite his efforts, 2016 saw the election of Donald Trump.


That election broke my father’s heart. It wasn’t just the fact that the country had elected someone so unfit, but that so many of his friends and colleagues supported a man and a movement that were hellbent on destroying everything he believed in, had worked for, fought for his whole life.


In the weeks after the election, he wrote to an old friend:


“It seems that all I believed in and hoped for is about to wind up in rubble. The inherent goodness that I believed to be buried inside of most people, is nonexistent. The rationales given by the so-called angry masses for electing a character such as Trump do not pass the test of reasonableness. I am angry, depressed and just plain disheartened as I realize that mortality tables say that I will not be around to contribute to any rebuilding or restoration that takes place, if it ever does.”


“If it ever does …” These words are one of the few instances I know of that Daddy admitted that his faith was so badly shaken – the pendulum had swung back so far – that he feared we might not recover from a dire situation.


But over the next three years, he continued to work and continued to fight and, as his body weakened and his strength waned, he frequently expressed frustration that he wasn’t physically strong enough to engage as much as he wanted, but he kept trying.

Even during his last illness, he repeatedly insisted he needed to “get out of here and get back to work.”


He never stopped believing there was something to fight for. And he never stopped believing that fight was worth it and could be won.


Just a little over a month before he died, I sat beside him in the hospital, my feet propped up on his bed as we ate ice cream and watched the House of Representatives impeachment vote.

When Speaker Nancy Pelosi announced the vote and slammed down her gavel, Daddy pumped his fist, gave a thumbs up, firmly nodded his head and said, “GOOD!”


He knew the Senate would not vote to convict – “The Republican Senators don’t have the guts,” he said – but he believed the impeachment was a step in the right direction. And he felt hope again that this country he loved would right its footing and begin once again, to bend the arc back toward justice.


As he predicted, Daddy didn’t live to see that happen. And throughout 2020, I worried that it never would. Covid, George Floyd’s murder, the summer protests, an increasingly erratic and dangerous president instilled grave doubts. But throughout that year, I continued to work with hope and belief, because that’s what my father taught me to do.


On election night 2020, the first ever without my father, when early returns made me fear that the country had lost its collective mind and would keep an unfit despot in power, I felt frightened and alone. But then I heard Daddy’s calming, steady voice in my heart, clear as a song: “Stephanie, Stephanie! Calm down. They haven’t even counted the votes yet. Be PATIENT!”


And, as usual, he was right. Because when the counting was done, Joe Biden and Kamala Harris won a clear victory. A step back from the brink and toward the right path.


In the three years since that election, we’ve had setbacks, but we’ve also made progress. The Supreme Court’s extremist conservative majority has ground its heel into civil rights, workers’ rights, affirmative action, and women’s reproductive rights. But we have also seen grassroots movements push back with great success and have elected good people to the House, Senate, governorships, state legislatures, and city government. We have celebrated the appointment and confirmation of a record number of highly qualified federal judges committed to civil rights and justice, including the first Black female Supreme Court justice.


We are now heading into another consequential presidential election, as important as any in my – or my Daddy’s or the nation’s – lifetime. The outcome will determine whether we will continue on the road my father helped to pave or lurch backward on a path this country may not survive.


As I look forward toward the fight ahead – four years to the day since my precious father’s great and good heart gave out – I am encouraged and strengthened by the example he set for me since I was a baby. I urge everyone else who cares about justice, peace and the country and world we all live in to also remember the lessons The Good Judge taught us:


Change is possible, and progress, while slow, is not only possible, but inevitable … IF we work for it, fight for it and never, ever give up. And if you feel it’s too much to bear, take a moment or a day to feel sorry for ourselves. But tomorrow, get back to work.


Daddy was right far more often than he was wrong. But he was uncharacteristically incorrect about one thing: his prediction that “I will not be around to contribute to any rebuilding or restoration that takes place” was way off. He may not be here in person, but whenever any of us who loved him and learned from him grasps the arc of the moral universe and bends it even a little closer toward justice, his hand is on ours and he is contributing to the rebuilding and restoration he dreamed of.


Thank you, Daddy. We’ve got this because you showed us how.


Funny thing, it turns out my old man did know a little something, after all.

Stop Whining and Get to Work!

Whenever I push back on political negativity of the “Biden’s too old and can’t win!” and “I’m so scared Trump is going to win!”, I’m asked “But what can we do?”

Here are a few suggestions:

  1. Follow the White House, President Biden and Vice President Harris, among others, on social media to stay on top of what they are doing, the issues and policies they explain, and the accomplishments they regularly tout;
  2. Share information with your friends, family, co-workers and acquaintances about the positive things the Biden-Harris administration is doing;
  3. Contact your local Democratic Party headquarters, NAACP, Urban League, League of Women Voters or other progressive political organization or non-profit civil rights rights organization to volunteer to help get out the vote;
  4. Stop talking up Nikki Haley and don’t even consider voting for her in the primary;
  5. If anyone tells you they are thinking of voting for Nikki Haley in the primary or, God forbid, the general, because she’s supposedly “more moderate” than Trump and they can “live with her,” explain to them that she is NOT more moderate the Trump and, in fact is probably MORE dangerous because her policies are indistinguishable from his, but she dresses them up in pretty colors and a soft voice, which will fool a lot of people who finally got around to seeing through Trump;
  6. Remember that the only difference between a Nikki Haley presidency and a Trump presidency will be fewer mean tweets. Everything else – Court appointments, racist policies (slavery? racism? What’s that?) anti-woman agenda (she’s promised to sign a nationwide ban on abortion), the implementation of Project 2025, draconian economic policies that favor the wealthy and stomp all over the middle class, working class, and poor, etc. – will be indistinguishable from Trump;
  7. Stop the handwringing and doomsaying. There is a time for venting and catharsis and a time for squaring our shoulders and getting to work. We are past the time for fretting. It’s time to get to work;
  8. Stop publicly criticizing Biden and Harris, online and elsewhere. We know they’re not perfect and don’t need to be told that over and over, especially when that gets in the way of the work that must be done. Keep in mind that there are plenty of people reading what you write and hearing what you say who are absorbing, internalizing and repeating the negative and often false information being disseminated about Biden and Harris. There are also, no doubt, some infiltrators who are gathering such comments to weaponize against Biden and his campaign. Please don’t contribute to that;
  9. When someone you know criticizes Biden or Harris, tells you Biden’s too old or Harris doesn’t smile enough (or smiles too much) or somesuch, wishes someone else will run, or threatens not to vote or vote third party, instead of rushing to social media to tell the rest of us what they said and why that’s a problem (we already know), take the time to share with them facts about the Biden/Harris record, explain the stakes we are facing, and help them understand that this election is a binary choice and how important their vote is.

Those are just a few of the ways you can help.

But complaining and worrying are toxic, spread poison into the political waters, and doesn’t do any good for anyone. Venting this way in these spaces simply spreads doubt and undermines the work that needs to be done.

We know you’re scared. We’re all scared (or should be). But the only way to fight this fear in politics is to get out here and do the work. Giving in to it (and, after a point, venting without work IS giving in to it) will only make it more likely those fears will become a reality.

Please be a part of the solution.

We got this!

The “Primary Crossover” isn’t the flex you think it is: Just VOTE BLUE!

There’s been an alarming uptick in calls in social media urging women to cross over into Republican primaries to vote for Nikki Haley based on a belief that it’s some kind of clever multi-dimensional chess move that could knock Trump out of the nomination.

But it is is a BAD idea – VERY bad – for many reasons. Here are a few of them:

1.         It would take a huge, carefully implemented concerted effort and a massive shift in votes from Biden to Haley – tens of thousands and likely hundreds of thousands – to make any noticeable difference in the outcome. A few hundred or even a few thousand votes from random voters aren’t going to change the winner of the Republican primary.

And this would have to be done, not just in New Hampshire and South Carolina, but in state after state after state afterward. We don’t have that kind of bandwidth.

2.         While such a crossover effort wouldn’t hurt Trump, it would, however, reduce participation in the Democratic primaries – possibly enough to make it appear that President Biden is losing support and that Democratic voters are not enthusiastic about his reelection.

Biden needs strong showings in all of the primaries, not just to win – which is a foregone conclusion – but to demonstrate strength and robust support from the base and from Independents, something that is absolutely critical for shaping a positive message going into the convention and the general election.

But if it appears that he is bleeding support or is getting fewer or not significantly more votes than he did in 2020, that will hurt him badly and feed the media narrative that Biden is not a popular candidate, when that is simply not true.

3.         Biden wouldn’t be the only person hurt by this gambit. Democrats voting in the Republican primary could also undermine down-ticket Democrats who need votes but won’t be on the Republican ballot and thus, would lose a substantial number of votes.

It is essential that we not only reelect Biden and Harris, but also a elect a Democratic House and Senate and Democratic state legislatures for many reasons.

One of the most pressing reasons is the fact that we need that the January 6, 2025 Electoral College vote certification to be conducted in a House chamber under the control of Speaker Hakeem Jeffries and the Democrats, not Speaker Johnson and the MAGAs.

The crossover game will water down the votes for good Democratic primary candidates, making that goal harder to achieve.

4.         Democrats voting in the Republican primary will produce skewed numbers that will throw off Democratic fundraising, strategizing, and planning for the fall Get Out the Vote effort.

The national and state Democratic parties use primary voting numbers to help surgically target their GOTV and that requires solid, accurate numbers and information about who and where the likely voters are, how they’ve voted, and who needs to be persuaded and flushed out on Election Day

The crossover game would provide inaccurate information to the parties and also likely suppress fundraising needed to pay for these party GOTV efforts. That will be a serious problem for the general election.

5.         And, finally and perhaps, most important – the national and state Democratic parties are actively discouraging this plan … because they know better than any of us what is needed, what will work, and what won’t.

The notion that some voters here and there know better how to do political strategy than the party, political experts and campaign operatives who have been analyzing this and working on this day and night, just makes no sense. None of us knows a fraction of what they do and it is really foolish and rather presumptuous for any of us to think we understand the numbers, the polling, and the other ins and outs well enough to craft our own strategy based on what we’ve heard and read pundits say on TV and in social media about the state of the race.

If the party and campaigns are not asking us to do this and aren’t telling us how to pull it off – and, in fact, are telling us NOT to do it – we should take the hint and not take it upon ourselves to come up with our own disjointed stealth guerrilla warfare plan.

In this monumental election, everyone has a lane. Our lane should be to vote for Biden and Harris and Democrats up and down the ticket, and to do everything in our power to get as many other people as possible to vote for them, as well. Please leave the political gamesmanship to the people responsible for that who know what they’re doing.

Please VOTE BLUE in the primary and then VOTE BLUE in the general election and do our part to save our democracy!

Message to white allies: Look beyond Dr. King’s “dream” … and into your own hearts


I write this message with love to my white allies in the fight for civil rights and racial and social justice:

On this Martin Luther King Day, I encourage you to refrain from the temptation of repeating out-of-context quotes that soothe, but don’t provoke any desire for action or true change.

Instead, please read and thoughtfully and humbly consider sources that give us a sense of the real Dr. King, not the milquetoast minister gently longing for a time when everyone can just get along.

Contrary to the Disneyfied caricature he has unfortunately been shaped into, Martin Luther King was a radical activist who demanded change and provoked fear in and harsh condemnation from many white Americans in his time.

Foremost among those who tried to muffle him were white moderates who, like many of their modern-day progeny, were all-too-certain that not only were they indispensable allies, but that allyship meant they could dictate the message, means and tones Dr. King and other African Americans should use to force that change.

So, while you will be inundated today with clips from the I Have a Dream speech and Dr. King’s quotes about love and peace, I urge you to also read his more incisive and uncomfortable words about the fight for justice and what it means to be an ally in that fight.

Among the most powerful of these teachings is Dr. King’s Letter from a Birmingham Jail, which he directed to white clergy who had urged him not to launch a protest in the city because it would be too provacative and “now is not the time.”

“I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to ‘order’ than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: ‘I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods’ … Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

“Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy and transform our pending national elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood. Now is the time to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of human dignity.”

If you do nothing else today to honor Dr. King, please read and then engage in some honest self-reflection of this powerful polemic that could just have well been written this morning.

https://www.africa.upenn.edu/Articles_Gen/Letter_Birmingham.html