In today’s New York Times, “Getting to Vote Is Getting Harder,” Bill Marsh reports that “at least 180 proposed laws tightening voting rules” have been submitted in various state legislatures. Fortunately for the American voter, only a small number of them have survived challenges in our federal courts.
However, what should be apparent to any concerned citizen is that this battle for and against voter participation will continue indefinitely, until we pass and ratify a Constitutional amendment giving us a Constitutional right to vote.
Today, immediately after I took up my normal position outside the rear door with my poster and leaflets in hand, “Penelope” and her husband, the trickster manifestation of Odysseus, came walking past me, as if to reiterate some importance they held for me, since I had never noticed them before our October 18th interaction as reported in “Nostalgia.”
“Good morning. I’m asking for your support for a constitutional right to vote and for the elimination of private money from our federal elections.”
The man I addressed possessed a certain bearing, a certain stature. He was about six feet tall, apparently fit for a man in his 60s or 70s. As I looked at him, and as I finished my request, I could see a woman I presumed was his wife and who was now some ten feet or so just past him outside the back door of the Food Coop. Her face suddenly brightened as if she hoped (or so I imagined) that her husband would make some positive response to my request.
Instead, he replied as he retrieved a shopping cart, “I’ll think about it.”
A second or two of pause: “I’m thinking about it.”
Another second or two, and he concluded, turning away with his shopping cart, “Ok, I thought about it.”
And with that, the woman’s face fell, and he proceeded to follow her into the Food Coop.
Some minutes later, I saw them emerge from the back door of the Food Coop, and I could see them proceed silently towards a new Mercedes sedan.
And now I imagine that the woman’s face had brightened as if she had been a Penelope, and with hope earlier, as if her husband might finally return to her, within her nostalgia, as Odysseus.