Tuesday, November 4, 2008

More Serious Post on the Seriousness of the Historic Election That Will Undoubtedly Make Me Cry at Some Point Today

Jeff and I got up at 6am to vote, honestly believing that we would be some of the only people in our neighborhood to do so (I think our naivete was caused by the fact that we routinely wake up at 8, so 6, to us, is like the witching hour). Imagine our surprise, then, when we were faced with a half-block-long line at 6:07am. In all my years of New York voting, I have never seen a line like that, especially at that hour. And by 6:30, there was a line just as long stretching out behind us.

The great thing was watching people approach the line. Instead of cursing or complaining, almost across the board people smiled, even as their mouths dropped open in surprise. There seemed to be an understanding that the long line stood for something, well, more than just standing in a line. While New York is far from a swing state, and one could argue that one's individual vote matters less than in, say, Florida or Indiana, people of all ages stood in a ninety-minute long line with a look of astonishment and pride. I overheard one mother say to her young son, who was getting restless, "You are going to tell your grandchildren that you stood in this line. If there had been no line, there wouldn't be a story."

I couldn't have said it better myself.

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