Sufferin' until Suffrage... and beyond
Nov. 2nd, 2004 10:49 amGot up this morning and pulled on my hoodie (didn't have time to buy a black one, so I went with navy blue and a bright bayberry mock turtleneck underneath - for the stylish mosher on the go!) and made my way to the polls.
My vote was challenged.
I looked at the six people behind the table and said, "Oh, ok, so, I can't vote, right? I should just go home?"
The one white, blonde, coiffed lady smiled. The five black people looked at me in horror.
I looked right at the blonde lady and said "Oh, *please*. Could I speak with a voter's advocate?"
Facial expressions were reversed.
With a minimum of fuss, I got my ballot. I voted. Then I offered to head to the grocery for the folks behind the table. They all said they were fine, but thanks for offering. We exchanged "have a good day!"s and I left.
It's not over by a long shot, but at least I did what little I could.
My vote was challenged.
I looked at the six people behind the table and said, "Oh, ok, so, I can't vote, right? I should just go home?"
The one white, blonde, coiffed lady smiled. The five black people looked at me in horror.
I looked right at the blonde lady and said "Oh, *please*. Could I speak with a voter's advocate?"
Facial expressions were reversed.
With a minimum of fuss, I got my ballot. I voted. Then I offered to head to the grocery for the folks behind the table. They all said they were fine, but thanks for offering. We exchanged "have a good day!"s and I left.
It's not over by a long shot, but at least I did what little I could.