I thought long and hard before committing these observations and thoughts down on this blog page. I reasoned that what I am to ‘blog-on’ does not necessarily fit with anything that we are doing on our coursework per se, but I was sufficiently ‘moved’ on events I observed this past Friday night that I decided to commit it to a blog page and will present just a glimpse of what I observed.
Tomorrow, I am an election officer at a precinct in Fairfax County. We have all been encouraged to vote earlier simply because of the anticipated huge turnout. With that suggestion in mind my wife and I went to one of the locations listed on the Fairfax Cty website to register to vote early on Friday night. I had already read that day about the enormous turnouts being recorded throughout the country as people voted early, some estimates being as high as 20 million already. I had also both heard and read that even in northern Virginia the numbers were staggering. There is no way that we should run into that I opined to wife as we drove over at 6.00pm less than two miles from where we live.
How wrong could I be. I was truly dumbfounded at the number of people waiting to register to vote early. The line was out of the door and the area inside was packed with people. We both debated whether to stay but decided as the next was the last day it would probably be as bad if not worse. We opted to stay. As we were waiting in the ‘queue’ just to get a clipboard and pen to fill out the form I got the idea of making notes on what I was watching and observing. All I had was a book from one of my other courses which only had a couple of blank pages, so with book and pencil in hand I began taking notes and I took them for the next two and a half hours. It was absolutely bloody fascinating to watch.
This is my fifth presidential election since I became a citizen and I have truly never witnessed anything like the events of Friday night. There I was sitting in a regional government center on Halloween waiting to vote. It was truly awe-inspiring to watch. The ethnic breakdown – common for northern Virgina these days – was incredible, whites, African-Americans, Asians, Africans, Pacific Islanders, Hispanics, men, women, young first time voters, old first-time voters, clearly large numbers of new immigrants voting for th first time and a large number of people who while having voted before got the sense that history was being made with this election.
The amazing thing about the whole event was how orderly it was from start to finish. One woman shouted “bingo” when her number was called and everyone laughed. There was a young group of African males who sat together and kept cracking jokes about the numbers. There were people on cell-phones, blackberries, reading books, doing crosswords, striking up conversations with complete strangers as they sat and patiently waited.
There was definitely room for things to go badly wrong but they did not I would venture b/c of the unbelievable efficiency of the five polling place officials who I found out had been on duty since 8.00 am and it had been every bit as busy at 8.00 am as it was at 8.00 pm. As I was making notes more and more people kept lining up, there seemed to be no end to the number of people wanting to vote. I talked with a couple of people who are also scheduled to be election officers tomorrow and they told me that this scene was the same throughout northern Virginia.
One woman caught my eye above all others. She was clearly a very old woman probably from the Maghreb who was there with her daughter. She looked incredibly frail and could barely stand for longer than a few minutes before she had to sit down. But she went into the polling booth and exercised her vote. I got up and waited outside for the couple to emerge and very politely asked them what they thought of this whole process. The younger woman told me that they had been waiting for nearly three hours to vote. It was indeed the older lady’s first vote in the US the family having arrived from the Sudan. She told me that her grandmother could not believe that she could walk into a polling booth and vote by herself with no one threatening her or dictating how she should vote. She then took my hand and kept saying “thank you” I asked the grand-daughter why she was thanking me and she told me that her grandmother did not expect to vote again because of her health and she finally felt free. I have to admit I was totally in awe and was not quite sure what to say. All I could manage in my very rusty Arabic was to wish her peace and long life which she reciprocated with a smile. And still more people kept lining up to vote.
I was trying to observe as much as I could simply because I felt that history is/was being made all around me. I remembered Prof. Cohen’s comments and insights about all those people who contributed to the 9-11 site and tried extremely hard to be as observant and detail-orientated as possible. I kept saying to my wife this is amazing and as a US historian in training just felt that it was an opportunity that I could not let go by without making a few observations. Would my colleagues in Clio-Wired mind me going off on a tangent on this issue, I wondered? But as one of those transitional people, i.e. b/c of my age, when it comes to blogging and so forth I thought this was a perfect opportunity to employ this tool and has actually given me a sense of achievement.
Thanks for everyone’s patience in reading this if you get a chance but how could I let the opportunity pass me by?
Alan