In 1972 at the wise age of 14, I campaigned for Richard Nixon. I went door-to-door with my cousin “Big Nicky,” and passed out literature for our president-to-be. I was the world’s youngest Republican, obsessed with law and order and my “America – Love It or Leave It” worldview. My radical older sister and my numerous older cousins, ridiculed my right wing stance, but I believed in what I was doing. During those turbulent times, Nixon represented security and stability as his ad slogan emphatically stated, Nixon was definitely the one.
Four years later, I voted for the first time. I was a freshman at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and waited in line for more than an hour to cast my ballot for Gerald Ford, a decent man who had never really asked for the job. The line was so long, I missed dinner in my dorm, but I thought that a small price to pay to participate in the democratic process. When I finally got to my room, I chastised my roommate Pat for not voting, (he left because he was hungry) then ordered a cheese pizza and read With Malice Towards None, the biography of Abraham Lincoln. I was a good American. I was doing my part. I would always do my part, I thought.
I wouldn’t vote again for more than 30 years. I wish I could say I was making a political statement, but in reality, something always seemed to “come up” on Election Day. Once, during the Reagan- Dukakis election I got so far as the voting booth, only to discover that I had to be registered to vote. This infuriated me. “Sez who?” I asked before storming out. I had every intention of voting for Dukakis – my politics had shifted by then – but the “system,” as I told my wife, had denied me of that right. When I got home, I ordered a cheese pizza and read Sports Illustrated.
This year, I’m ready. This year, I am registered and official. This year I will leave work early and drive to the nearest church basement and ceremoniously vote for the first time in more than three decades. This election has energized me. I’ve eagerly read the papers, perused the blogs, I watch MSNBC, and I discuss the race with my friends. I am informed and engaged. I just hope I know how to use the balloting machine.
More later…