Yes we did. We elected an intellectual, an author, an orator, a Constitutional scholar, a professor, a family man, a world citizen, and a black man as President of the United States, in a landslide victory the likes of which may not be seen again in our lifetimes.
Why? How?
The most organized campaign machine that's ever existed. Every cog was oiled. Everything worked smoothly. Every volunteer was happy, empowered, and excited.
Yesterday I served as a polling place lead for the Obama campaign, and every time I needed something, it was done in five minutes. Ride to the polls for a woman who ended up at the wrong precinct with no car and no time to walk or wait for the bus? Done. Ride to another precinct for a woman using a wheelchair? Done. Ride home for an elderly woman whose friend for some reason dropped her off but didn't wait for her to vote? Done. Coffee? Done. Sandwich? Done. Five minutes.
And my runners who did all that.... were BORED! Because there were so many volunteers available that I had runners assigned to ME ALONE. So they managed to canvass a couple hundred voters in between meeting my precinct's needs.
There was an Election Protection attorney trained in voter protection at the polling place I supervised. When a problem arose after a Republican operative challenged my distance from the polling place door (partisan materials not permitted within 100'), the attorney called a special number and within 15 minutes a State Senator and another attorney had arrived to mediate the dispute and communicate with election officials and, if necessary, law enforcement.
There were hundreds of canvassers beating the streets to get every last mail-in ballot dropped off, every last voter to the polls, every last undecided convinced.
And they were happy to do it. Not worn out and downtrodden like I've seen in previous elections. I waved signs at cars outdoors in the wind for over 13 hours, got yelled at by angry Republicans, helped voters with whatever they needed, handed out stickers, without a break, and I was thrilled. You never saw such a big shit-eating grin as you would have seen if you saw me yesterday. I couldn't have been happier to stand on a street corner from 6 AM to 7:30 PM if I was told I'd win the lottery, guaranteed, after I did it.
Energy. Organization. Empowerment. Every volunteer felt they owned a piece of the campaign. When my precinct and my country turned blue, there were hugs all around and I know every one of us thought, "I did that! That was my hard work!"
Yes. WE. Did.
Why? How?
The most organized campaign machine that's ever existed. Every cog was oiled. Everything worked smoothly. Every volunteer was happy, empowered, and excited.
Yesterday I served as a polling place lead for the Obama campaign, and every time I needed something, it was done in five minutes. Ride to the polls for a woman who ended up at the wrong precinct with no car and no time to walk or wait for the bus? Done. Ride to another precinct for a woman using a wheelchair? Done. Ride home for an elderly woman whose friend for some reason dropped her off but didn't wait for her to vote? Done. Coffee? Done. Sandwich? Done. Five minutes.
And my runners who did all that.... were BORED! Because there were so many volunteers available that I had runners assigned to ME ALONE. So they managed to canvass a couple hundred voters in between meeting my precinct's needs.
There was an Election Protection attorney trained in voter protection at the polling place I supervised. When a problem arose after a Republican operative challenged my distance from the polling place door (partisan materials not permitted within 100'), the attorney called a special number and within 15 minutes a State Senator and another attorney had arrived to mediate the dispute and communicate with election officials and, if necessary, law enforcement.
There were hundreds of canvassers beating the streets to get every last mail-in ballot dropped off, every last voter to the polls, every last undecided convinced.
And they were happy to do it. Not worn out and downtrodden like I've seen in previous elections. I waved signs at cars outdoors in the wind for over 13 hours, got yelled at by angry Republicans, helped voters with whatever they needed, handed out stickers, without a break, and I was thrilled. You never saw such a big shit-eating grin as you would have seen if you saw me yesterday. I couldn't have been happier to stand on a street corner from 6 AM to 7:30 PM if I was told I'd win the lottery, guaranteed, after I did it.
Energy. Organization. Empowerment. Every volunteer felt they owned a piece of the campaign. When my precinct and my country turned blue, there were hugs all around and I know every one of us thought, "I did that! That was my hard work!"
Yes. WE. Did.
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