The last time I actually campaigned in an election was 1970. I was sixteen. Four years earlier, my sister and I traveled to rallies around Alabama with our parents, hoping (against hope, it now seems) to defeat George Wallace. We wore sundresses and white straw hats and handed out DeGraffenried bumper stickers to anyone who would take them. It was marvelously exciting. But the task got harder and scarier the further south we drove. These were vitriolic times, filled with the kind of hate and fear that paralyzes good people. Sadly, much like today.
So, I’ll try to pick up where I left off so long ago. While bumper stickers have become car magnets, and bullhorns have become websites and blogs, much about campaigning is the same. It’s people sticking their neck out, speaking up for someone they believe in. My choice is Barack Obama.
wahoo barack obama! are you guys going to do anything during the democratic convention?
there’s already a long volunteer waiting list but we’ll try not to sit idly by! what an exciting time.