Tuesday, November 07, 2006
As Luck Would Have It
Election Day falls to me.
I don't understand being apathetic about voting. I understand being apathetic about politics--at this point, with the crazed state of California politics, I want to lie down and avoid the whole thing. The He-Said-She-Said nature of political advertisements is numbing, and in my darker hours I think that that's just what they want. But voting itself is sacred. First off, it's taken centuries to get to the point where all of us (theoretically) can vote. Black, white, male, female, propertied or without a dime. The Founders, prisoners of their own time, place, and prejudices, insisted that the franchise was limited to landed white men. Period. I never forget that my grandmother wasn't allowed to vote until the 1920s. I never forget that when I was a kid there were all sorts of "rules" in place to keep the undesireable voter (black, poor, illiterate) from voting. I never forget that my very first vote was thrown out because the local party machine was afraid that having a bunch of newly enfranchised kids voting might throw them out of power (they were right, tho' it took a couple of years to happen). When my kids were small I made a point of taking them with me to vote, on the theory that it would give them a sense of how critical a contribution to the public and private weal this is.
If you don't vote, you're giving up your chance to change things. Or (if that's the way you feel about it) to make sure things stay the way they are.
If you don't vote, you don't get to bitch about how screwed up things are. Period.
If you don't vote, the terrorists (and I'm not talking about 9/11 here) will have won.
I'm probably preaching to the choir here, but: go vote.
Now I'm going to take the Wonder Dog for a drag.