Fifty-five years ago I was a delegate to the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago. Like other delegates, I had been chosen in a primary election to represent the Democrats of the congressional district in which I lived.
Once at the convention, I witnessed the exciting negotiations, coalition-building and horse-trading that went on between delegates and delegations. A process which, in the end, produced a presidential candidate.
It was democracy alive and in action. There were no “superdelegates.” No top-down control. And the possibility of a candidacy like Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s being denied would have been unthinkable.
