Thursday, October 30, 2008

Moutaintops

Winding my way down the switchbacks at night with a cigarette clenched in my teeth and the wind whipping through the windows of the rental car, there is no light, just the swerving sphere of my headlights. I'm listening to the white noise between radio stations that is all you can get this far up, and I'm thinking about how strange it is that HST didn't love teenagers.

I've just dropped off two young men, 15 and 18, in the hightops above Boulder. On the way up, the more local one was recounting how the people up here are real hilljacks, people who live in communities off the grid. About how they're going to get chased by dogs, fall off cliffs, get shot at by privacy minded locals. At some point I get a bit concerned and ask if they're sure they want to go up here, if maybe I should just come back up here myself to get out the vote later.

"Hell no! We're fucking Men! We got this!" Then they roil out of the car with their clipboards, laughing at my request for their cellphone numbers.

"No reception up here, dude. We'll see you later tonight!"

These gentlemen do not overthink, nor have they had the juice squeezed out of them yet. They're psyched about $10/hr and psyched about the candidate and amped about their own swinging dicks.

These are the american dreamers that I always feel like Hunter was horrified for, for whom the half-truths and platitudes are designed by candidates. Their credulity is intact.

And perhaps that's right. Maybe this time we're not being lied to. Or maybe this is one more reason to stay on these swaybacked bastards as they come in to office, to make sure that my boys can look a call to action in the eyes and come out swinging and not doubt.

When I pick them up, they have been chased by dogs. And they laugh while they tell the story.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Westward, Ho!

Having done a ton of work to set up our offices in Northern OH, I've now been drafted to head west to CO to finish out the election here. We've sunk a lot of resources in to delivering the western states, with a premium on CO and a couple others. So instead of overseeing a group of offices, now I'm running the Boulder office.

I have 14 salaried staff who canvass daily and then do volunteer organizing in the mornings, and should be able to hire 24 canvassers as well.

Our day starts at 8am and goes to about 1am, during which time we ID and work to persuade between 300-600 voters.

Boulder is a lovely little hamlet in which to ride out all this malarky.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Audacity of Hope

Many highlights about canvassing in Toledo yesterday, but one in particular to share:

When an 80-year-old swing voter is questioned as to his inclinations in the presidential race, he responds:

"Mmmm....Mc....mmm....the colored fella."

The vivisection of modern American thought, door by door, continues to yield rare fruit.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Where in the world is hack?

On Tuesday, leaving the last of the voter reg project in Philadelphia, I drove to our training in VA. En Route, I got a call asking me to 'take a break and stay flexible'. I stopped with a friend in DC at 8:30pm. Watched the debate, drank beer, got a call telling me I was going to Denver, then a 2nd call telling me I was going to Columbus. Bought a ticket, slept a few hours, flew to Columbus for the training on Wednesday.

Helped run a big training, got all the people out and almost all of them housed and on to flights, cars, trains, etc.

Found out yesterday midday where I was placed.

Now I'm in Cleveland, overseeing GOTV in
Mansfield, Youngstown, Athens, Canton, and Toledo.

Vann: what is GOTV?
me: Get out the vote.
Vann: ah.
me: Only the assholes of the earth for this guy.
Vann: what will you be doing at GOTV?
Sent at 11:54 AM on Saturday
me: I'm driving around to canvass offices making sure that we're recruiting enough people, training them appropriately, and paying them correctly. I'll also probably canvass some, train some people, etc.

Only good times ahead. Getting on Greyhound to Toledo tonight.

Monday, October 6, 2008

End of Days

Today is the last day of voter registration. The office here in Philadelphia is open until midnight. Our last crew just came in. We registered a little more then 53,000 voters here over the past four months.

List of tasks today for closing my 7 remaining offices:
-finish payroll and find somewhere to send it so canvassers can get it.
-copy all the last voter registration forms and ship them to our central office
-take all the rest of the forms to the registrar
-drive to Philadelphia
-return the rental cars
-return the rental computers
-take off by whatever means for trainings on GOTV in VA and OH.

I'll carpool tomorrow with a couple of the my Philly directors. Overall we registered 330,000 african american voters in 12 states in four months. Time to go back to Richmond, disburse the people, and drag everyone out.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

handicapping

http://www.philly.com/philly/hp/news_update/20081002_Vote-scam_fliers_target_black_neighborhoods.html

Boy, voter intimidation. Nothin' really takes the breath away quite like it. Few things are quite as naked and ugly as an attempt to stop poor people from bettering their situation.

This is the most naked form of politics as a venue to keep control. It's not about ideals. It's not about the public good. It's a knockdown, drag out fight for power.

Certainly makes one feel a little polly-anna-ish for not fighting dirty.