Here in the United States (in case you’ve been living under a rock), it is Election Day. And we’re holding a polarizing presidential election.
Google keeps asking if I want to know where to vote but I keep xing out of the pop-ups. I voted over three weeks ago. I was on vacation one Friday, so I took my son with me to the county board of elections. One other man was just completing his ballot as I proved who I was to the clerk and received my key card to vote.
Philip was the only one watching as I tapped boxes on the screen. Since he is all about pushing buttons to observe cause and effect, I let him submit my completed ballot. It reminded me of the days when my mom took me and my brother with her to the local vocational school to vote. I liked hiding behind the curtain with her as she pushed levers. I couldn’t tell who she was choosing but it was important to know she was making her choice.
One reason I went early this year was to get some privacy. The large, low electronic screens placed next to each other on tables at my local polling place offer no secrecy. Unless you opt to tell me, I don’t want to know for whom you voted. And I don’t what my nosy neighbors to know my choices, either.
While I realize the modern equipment offers accessibility the machines of my childhood did not, I must say I feel nostalgia for those old booths. They are the closest thing to a confessional that a non-Catholic can get. They were a physical reminder of the sacred duty to vote if you have the privilege of doing so.
So, if you want, tell me who you voted for in the comments. As for my choices, that’s between me, my local election board, and my god.
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6 thoughts on “the sacrament of voting”
My first election was 2000, but in Paris, we didn’t have those private booths even then. I remember trying to keep my vote secret then, as well. Yet another polarizing year. I think something is lost with everyone’s need to know exactly how you voted and who you voted for. That should be up to you to tell or not. So I definitely respect your decision there. Time to move forward. 🙂
After the results, I now feel the need to shout my choice from the rooftops: I did not, could not vote for Trump.
Yes. I wish I could say more, but I am at a loss.
I was in a funk on Wednesday. It was rainy and gloomy and the results were sickening. Like I replied to Melanie, I’ve no qualms now telling people that I voted for Hillary Clinton. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I saw any merit in the candidate who won.
It is sacred, isn’t it? An act dedicated to one purpose, private and special. I like this very much!
I feel that I have lost some faith in this religion after hearing the results.