For the last time on Saturday, we finished another day of canvassing. I insisted on not staying on the sidelines this election, so have been spending the past five weekends or so in Philadelphia knocking on doors. Our totals for door knocking were somewhere around 500 between the two of us.
For the most part, people in NE Philadelphia were conversant, intelligent, and open-minded. There was the occasional yelling, from people that did not want to have anything to do with Obama or the campaign: One guy yelled at us from his window, “Get outta here!” Several people were flippant after the second sentence, “I’m a volunteer with the Obama Campaign.” Their replies included: “See ya later,” while waving a hand. “I don’t vote for that guy,” while shutting the door. “This is a McCain household,” while barely containing a horse-sized dog in the house. I found several people were yearning to be heard and wanted to tell us that we had it all wrong; we were lectured several times. One man explained a court room to us, as if we hadn’t seen one on Judge Judy before. Or even Night Court, for chrissake.
Another woman and her daughter tried to convince us that though perhaps Obama isn’t Muslim now, he really hasn’t made up his mind about what religion he is. This woman was particularly off-the-wall: She also believed the Vice-Presidency isn’t a job a woman should have—any woman. She waited on her front lawn because she could see us walking down the street towards her house. She stood there with her dogs that she trained for the blind and we listened to her say she didn’t believe women should get equal pay, which I frowned at since I wanted to drop some Lilly Ledbetter science on her. She was convinced there wasn’t enough Christ in the government so neither candidate would do. But we still had a conversation, pet some dogs, and were on our way.
A speaking of dogs, the dog-to-house ratio in NE is ridiculous, meaning at 9 out of 10 houses we were met with a dog barking after knocking on the door.
But there were also good conversations. On our second day out, we spent a good half-hour (much, much longer than what the campaign really wanted us to spend, but it was too good to pass up) with a couple that was undecided. The husband was leaning heavily toward Obama, but the woman had trust issues. We talked to her about the economy and McCain’s Palin pick. She didn’t like the pick and thought it was obvious that she didn’t belong anywhere on the ticket, but she still wasn’t convinced. We tried to show her that that in itself, the pick, was irresponsible, rash, and showed poor, poor judgment on McCain’s part. I think it worked a little bit. This was before the Vice Presidential debate, and I asked if that outcome would sway her vote. She said it probably would.
We met several older people who were refreshingly hopeful, inspired and excited about the chance to vote for a candidate they could actually believe in. That was nice.
We saw Bruce Springsteen play by the Rocky steps at a rally. We even got to volunteer at another rally where Senator Obama spoke. We really just ushered people around the grounds and got to get up close to Obama when he came and left, and I delved deep into the middle of the crowd to distribute signs. I use the term distribute loosely, it was really just a bunch of grabby-grab hands reaching for signs, but it was cool.
But look, it wasn’t all politics, it was also a chance to feel connected to something and to eliminate some of the anxiety that I’d been feeling since the McCain campaign was re-energized, however short-lived, by the Palin pick. And it was fun. Before we drove home every Saturday night, we’d stop by the Wawa next door to our field office and grab some snacks for the road. We ate crap pretty regularly—I’m pretty sure Burger King at least twice and McDonald’s once. Candy bars, Tasty Cakes and Nantucket Nectars galore. I donated money, I donated time, but I feel like I got just as much out of volunteering that I put in. Tomorrow is it: If Obama wins, I’ll be even more grateful for the experience.
So this is it. Let’s not blow it. If it wasn’t clear: Barack Obama for President.