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Nov. 2nd, 2004 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
naomikritzerI voted.
I brought both girls along -- Molly was supposed to have preschool this morning but it was cancelled. We got there at around 10 a.m. We had to stand in a short line to sign the Big Book of Registered Voters (there's probably an official name for that thing, but I don't know it) and then a longer line to get a ballot.
The polling place was full. There was a large table set up behind the voting booths for those who didn't mind slightly less privacy. I was in a hurry (I wanted to get out before the kids got restless) and I didn't care about privacy (I mean, I posted my own personal voter's guide in my blog, it's not like I'm treating this as sensitive information) so I sat down at the table rather than waiting for a booth. The table was pretty much full, too. The lady next to me was elderly and had someone (her spouse, I'm guessing -- it was an old man) helping her fill out the ballot. He refered to Lydia Lee (okay, I'm making an assumption, but who the heck else could he have been talking about?) as "that little Oriental girl," which I'm guessing Ms. Lee would not particularly appreciate, but I think the old lady went on to vote for her, so hey.
There was a smirking guy with a name tag that said "Challenger" on it, I think, sitting at a chair pushed back against the wall behind the voter registration table. He didn't challenge anyone while I was there. I resisted the temptation to stop by and say, "You dedicated your whole day just to disenfranchising people? Your mother must be so proud." No good can come of that sort of exchange. Only potential new vocabulary for your impressionable four-year-old child.
My ballot was #721 at about 10:20 a.m. I gave Molly my "I VOTED" sticker as we left.
I brought both girls along -- Molly was supposed to have preschool this morning but it was cancelled. We got there at around 10 a.m. We had to stand in a short line to sign the Big Book of Registered Voters (there's probably an official name for that thing, but I don't know it) and then a longer line to get a ballot.
The polling place was full. There was a large table set up behind the voting booths for those who didn't mind slightly less privacy. I was in a hurry (I wanted to get out before the kids got restless) and I didn't care about privacy (I mean, I posted my own personal voter's guide in my blog, it's not like I'm treating this as sensitive information) so I sat down at the table rather than waiting for a booth. The table was pretty much full, too. The lady next to me was elderly and had someone (her spouse, I'm guessing -- it was an old man) helping her fill out the ballot. He refered to Lydia Lee (okay, I'm making an assumption, but who the heck else could he have been talking about?) as "that little Oriental girl," which I'm guessing Ms. Lee would not particularly appreciate, but I think the old lady went on to vote for her, so hey.
There was a smirking guy with a name tag that said "Challenger" on it, I think, sitting at a chair pushed back against the wall behind the voter registration table. He didn't challenge anyone while I was there. I resisted the temptation to stop by and say, "You dedicated your whole day just to disenfranchising people? Your mother must be so proud." No good can come of that sort of exchange. Only potential new vocabulary for your impressionable four-year-old child.
My ballot was #721 at about 10:20 a.m. I gave Molly my "I VOTED" sticker as we left.
