You need to something to hate…such as greed, poverty, inequality, injustice, bigotry, war…but you also need something to love, a vision of something better. It can’t just be running against-it needs to be running FOR, fighting FOR,

Both times, Bernie ran a campaign based solely on what you call for-a campaign of nothing BUT anger. There was no hope and no vision in it-it called out what was bad, but it didn’t offer any future that would be better.

It needs the sense of life expressed in the poem written in tribute to the Lawrence Textile Strike of 1912-a strike led almost entirely by women, almost entirely immigrant women. It is likely that more than a few of them were undocumented. Most of the words were written by a man-James Oppenheim-but the central phrase derived from a quote by the suffragist orator Helen Todd, and by the words of the feminist socialist Rose Scheiderman-who would later be an advisor to Eleanor Roosevelt: They were later set to music by Mimi Farina, and sung most famously by Judy Collins. To me, these words represent what the Left should always about: rage at the ugliness and the wrong, a future of something better held within:

As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.”

As we come marching, marching, we battle, too, for men —
For they are women’s children and we mother them again.
Our days shall not be sweated from birth until life closes —
Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses.

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient song of Bread;
Small art and love and beauty their trudging spirits knew —
Yes, it is Bread we fight for — but we fight for Roses, too.

As we come marching, marching, we bring the Greater Days —
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler — ten that toil where one reposes —
But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.

(btw, the phrase “the race” in these lyrics should be taken to mean “the human race”).