John and I just finished helping gotv in rural Virginia. It’s raining and we’re both soaked and drained, but I’m really glad we had the chance to pitch in even just for the afternoon.
Some we spoke with had already voted. Some weren’t home. One woman said she wasn’t voting. “Not this time,” she said. We assumed it was a race thing. That’s the only explanation we could come up with for an older white woman – a democrat – just up the street from her polling place opting not to exercise the right. It made me sad.
We’re on our way back home. I plan to take a long hot shower and then plop down in front of the teevee with a hot drink, my computer, and all the hope I’ve got left.
One volunteer we just met put it well. Time to be cautiously nauseous.