Because I live so close to Keene State, I share a polling place with anyone who lives on campus. That means during any given election, I see students lined up to register at the polls. Some of these students are registered in other New Hampshire towns but choose to vote in Keene, and others are brand-new voters, lured out of complacency and cynicism by the last-minute hope that they can make a difference.
I always get a bit choked up when I see students registering to vote. I remember the first time I voted: I was a college student in Toledo, Ohio, and voting seemed very grown-up and important. My parents are politically inactive, so voting wasn’t something I grew up with; the first time I voted, I felt like I was doing something mildly subversive, secret, and even forbidden: something my parents don’t do! I remember filling out my ballot very, very carefully, not wanting to mess it up: without having been raised to think this way, I somehow sensed that my private moment in a ballot booth was a sacred moment, a time when duty, responsibility, and hope culminated in the intimate act of setting pen to paper.
This morning at my polling place, there were several tables set up to process voter registrations, with two election volunteers at each table. During the time I stood in a short line waiting for my ballot, a steady stream of students stood, expectant and almost reverent, with forms and clipboards in hand while they waited their turn with a volunteer. “This is so exciting!” gushed one college-aged woman as she held her clipboard. At the table beside the line where I waited for my ballot, I overheard a seasoned election volunteer explain to a young African American man that he’d have to declare a party in case he wanted to vote in future primaries. “Is this your first time voting,” she asked, and he nodded. The volunteer beamed in response: “Well, it’s good to have you here!”
As one young woman finished her registration, another election volunteer pointed her to the next stage in the process: “Keep your energy up, because now you need to move to the last table, and they’ll give you a ballot.” As I got my ballot and walked toward a curtained booth, I saw yet another college-aged voter approach her own booth, a ballot in one hand and a skateboard in the other. These moments, as I said, always choke me up a bit. When I picture the “real America” that has been evoked so many times in this current campaign, this is exactly the scene I envision, with seasoned elders welcoming excited young people, black and white voting side by side, and there being enough room at the party for everyone to come as they are, even at the last minute, there always being a place for one, two, or countless more.
Nov 4, 2008 at 12:18 pm
I know what you mean! Just reading your post has choked me up and I’m having to blink madly to avoid making a scene in this coffee shop. I think I’m going to cry all day. The “real America” finally made it to the polls this morning!
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Nov 4, 2008 at 12:45 pm
Oh, thank you so much for posting this story. I’m all teary now, in a very happy way.
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Nov 4, 2008 at 1:43 pm
Nice post. But I wonder, how is it you can register and vote on the same day?
Teresa
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Nov 4, 2008 at 2:43 pm
“Joe” Biden, “Bob” Barr, & “Matt” Gonzalez? What’s up with that. I mean, if it was Hoss Biden, Biggie Barr, and Little Greenie Gonzalez, it might make sense.
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Nov 4, 2008 at 4:34 pm
Dammit, Lorianne, you made me get teary-eyed too! Your description was so perfect I felt like I was there: one of those older voters cheering the younger ones on.
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Nov 4, 2008 at 6:30 pm
Wonderful, wonderful.
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Nov 4, 2008 at 10:56 pm
Yesss! Beautifully expressed!
When I first voted, I was married and a mother-to-be, the voting age being 21. I helped with the polls, but I could not actually count those sacred slips because I was not yet “of age.” Exciting, nonetheless.
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Nov 4, 2008 at 11:59 pm
We have a new president. Hooray! I voted for JFK my first election and I feel almost as excited as Barack comes on stage to speak.
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Nov 5, 2008 at 1:44 am
Yes, it’s all very exciting. Even before the results were in, I was truly encouraged to see how many people turned out to vote, including more students than usual. That in itself is a huge victory. It’s as if we just expanded our definition of “who counts,” and that makes me immensely proud as an American.
Teresa, here in New Hampshire it’s possible to register the day of an election if you’re a state resident. I guess it’s a reflection of our “live free or die” mentality: we observe everyone’s right to vote, even if they show up at the last minute. ๐
“m.” thew, I think (?) that in New Hampshire, candidates can’t list nicknames on the official ballot: they have to give their full, legal name. This was an issue when Doris Granny D Haddock ran for Senate in 2004. Because most folks here in NH know her as “Granny D,” she officially changed her middle name so her nickname could appear on the ballot. So I’m guessing (???) that if you go by a shortened form of your legal name, you can use that shortened form on NH ballots, but only if quotation marks indicate that isn’t your full, legal name.
Fran, I keep comparing Obama to JFK: a new, fresh, historic leader to give people a renewed hope in their country.
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Nov 5, 2008 at 2:49 pm
I heard on a radio show this past weekend (“On the Media” on NPR) that it is actually illegal to photograph your ballot! Apparently this law is to ensure that no one has paid you to vote a certain way and your photograph is your proof.
I don’t sense you should be too worried about it, though!
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Nov 5, 2008 at 3:03 pm
Illegal to photograph your own ballot?!? That’s a crazy law, imho. If I, as a citizen, have the right to cast a secret ballot, I presumably have the right to tell people who I voted for: the “secret” of “my” vote should be mine to tell. There’s an entire photo pool on Flickr devoted to folks who photographed their ballot, voting machine, or whatever. In a historic election, who wouldn’t want a “virtual souvenir” of the experience?
I made a conscious decision not to take any photographs inside or even near the polling place: that, in my mind, would have violated the privacy of folks on their way to the polls. But inside the privacy of my own ballot booth, behind closed curtains, it isn’t anyone’s business what I do with my ballot.
I guess that’s my “live free or die” showing! ๐
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Nov 5, 2008 at 5:52 pm
I did the same, but I found an empty conference room and watched the acceptance speech alone, which was much better considering that it was very moving. A great speech. While these are difficult times, Obama provides a lot of hope.
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