A reader writes:
I just got back from the Kodak Theater to support Barack Obama. It was quite the scene. The place was packed with supporters, and I’d say 1 in 3 had some sort of sign, many of which were handmade. Hillary had her supporters there, but Obama’s folks outnumbered them about 4 to 1, I’d say.
The difference in the crowds was startling. Hillary’s group was mostly white and latino, women, and one African American that I saw. Once I got settled with my sign and had a chance to see my fellow supporters, I couldn’t help but chuckle. To my right, a tall Black man with dreads, flanked by an elderly white couple. To my left, a 15 year old with a yarmulke, an asian woman in her 30’s, and an early 20’s something Emo kid with died black hair and stretched ear lobes. EVERY lanai had a similar makeup. I stood in the middle, a white man, weeks away from turning 30, and you couldn’t have wiped the smile from my face.
In this ass backwards town, in this gaudy tourist trap, I felt something I have never felt before while living in Los Angeles: community.
The Dish 