Even if machine politics is mostly a relic of the past, the Democratic National Convention last week managed to resemble something well oiled and humming. When the delegates arrived in New York City, the primaries had already made Bill Clinton the party's nominee and Clinton had already made Al Gore his running mate. Jubilant at the thought that this, at last, might be a winning team, the Democrats in Madison Square Garden cheered like paid extras.
Most of them, that is. Jesse Jackson, who had to be wrestled into line at the 1988 convention, where he controlled 30% of the delegates,...
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