esquire.com – PHILADELPHIA—So, I says to myself I says, why not hang out with the Oklahoma delegation to watch homegirl Senator Professor Warren deliver her speech to the Democratic National Convention Monday night. She had a tough slot—stuck between Michelle Obama’s magnificent address (“I wake up every morning in a house built by slaves.” My god, what that must mean to so many people.) and Bernie Sanders’s long-anticipated valedictory to his quite amazing campaign.
It must be said that part of the reason the speech was long-anticipated is that Bernie’s fankids in the hall continued to be jackasses most of the day, although in a more muted fashion than early on, when they were booing prayers. People were looking for him to cool them out, and he largely managed to do that, once he spoke. Before then, however, as Senator Professor Warren began her speech, I saw and heard the damnedest thing over by Section 106 of the Wells Fargo Center. Off to my left, somewhere in the bowels of the California delegation, a chant went up from a boisterous claque of folks, and it was one of the most amazing chants in the history of political chants. I have seen a lot. I have been to more than my share of goat-ropings, but I never thought I’d hear this.
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