The Republican Party convention in Tampa looks as white as your clothes coming out of the washer after a heavy dousing in hurricane Tide. But the convention doesn't always sound white.
Watching the TV coverage, you can occasionally hear the arena's loudspeakers blasting out funk and soul in the background as some luckless interviewee tries to make himself heard. Apparently, conservative GOP white people don't mind blacks, as long as they're not voting and they're serving as the entertainment.
Yeah, I know; Michael Steele used to be the party chair ("used to" being the operative phrase, here). And surely somewhere in that sea of GOP white there's a minority face or two somewhere. After all, the delegates include numerous white women, even though in current GOP politics and the official platform, too, women remain a prime political target.
What's next? Miniature birth certificates and Voter ID emblazoned on GOP delegate credentials? How about a personalized genome scan. Just so there's no doubt as to everyone's bonafides.
Ah, but the Republican convention music: something for everyone, even for the rock bands who sternly told the GOP to knock off using their songs without permission.
Unfortunately, for Log Cabin Republicans, those highly eclectic gays who insist on belonging to the political party that has spent decades marginalizing and vilifying them, I haven't heard any Village People from the convention music machine. As the famous (and, yes, hetero) white woman once said, it really does take a village.