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Peregrinations around my precinct

Peregrination: n. to travel, especially on foot

Precinct: n. political district

So many good Democratic candidates running for office, so much competition from shitty ones, and so little time to sway an ignorant or indifferent public.

Although you can talk with more voters in a given amount of time by phone, and it’s considerably cozier to reach out from a phone room than from a hard stretch of pavement in the rain, the most effective get-out-the-vote (GOTV) strategy involves going door to door, meeting people face to face.

The advantages are many:

  • you get to see how people are really living
  • they get to meet you in person and see that you’re also a human being – perhaps even a person who cares about their issues
  • it’s hard to demonize someone you’re talking to on your doorstep
  • you can answer questions and hand them useful literature
  • occasionally you can even change someone’s mind or convince them that it’s worth the effort to vote.

I’ve walked the streets several times using a list of registered voters and visiting only a few houses on a block where we knew that independent or undecided voters lived, leaving the rest of the homes alone. Since we don’t register by party in Washington, at every election we have to identify those folks who are likely to vote Democratic so we can make sure they vote.

I don’t like this targeted walking because it’s a lot of walking and not a lot of contact.  Many people don’t like that you have a list and know their names.

Yesterday I walked for a first-time candidate for Washington State Senate, David Carrier. His goal is slightly different: to make sure folks know that he exists; get some written information about himself out there and maybe even answer questions.  Instead of a list we used a Google map of a few blocks of the neighborhood, and we knocked on every door. I went up one side of the street and another volunteer worked across the street. Whether or not someone answered, we left literature. If they answered, we gave them 30-second pitch and assessed their response to David and the Democratic ticket.

Then we filled in a sheet with the street address, gender and approximate age of the person we spoke to, plus our assessment of their voting inclinations.  Back at the office when we make GOTV calls, we’ll use the address (and our voter database) to call those who said they were leaning Democratic.  No house left behind.

We got to talk with many more people, and who knows, we might even have charmed a few Republicans and opened their minds a crack.

In fact, my pen ran out of ink at the home of an older man who had just told me he would never vote Democratic.  He seemed like a nice guy, though, so I just decided what the hell, and asked him if a kind Republican such as himself could bring himself to find a pencil to “lend” me so I could finish my work.

“Come on in,” he said, and began rummaging around on a nearby desk.

“Here,” he said, handing me a fresh ball-point pen, “have a nice rest of the day.”

Passive:my precinct people prefer their couches

Passive: receiving or subjected to an action without responding or initiating an action in return; not participating, acting or operating; inert.

Precinct: a subdivision or district of a city; an election district.

Clark County WA has 175 precincts. I’m the precinct officer (Democratic) for my neighborhood of a couple thousand homes.

At the caucuses in February we had an enormous turnout across the county and about 100 from my precinct alone.  Everyone was jazzed. I took names and phone numbers.

Now the rubber is meeting the road and we need all hands on deck to get out the word about Obama and the other Democratic candidates.  So I decided to host a wine/cheese thing at my house next weekend to round up some of that energy and see if I couldn’t get some help covering the neighborhood (it’s big).

I made 31 calls Sunday afternoon and sent out a bunch of chirpy emails to these most motivated folks.  What is the sound of one voice talking???   I felt like I was talking into a big hole. I left 20 messages, five were unreachable, and I talked to six people. Three said they’d come and two said they might be able to help (sort of…) but couldn’t make it next weekend.   One said she was a Hillary person and did not want to participate at all.

Two days have passed since I left those messages and sent out my very personal emails.  Only one person has called me back – a young mother of three pre-schoolers who can only do something from home.

I feel pretty deflated right now.  I suppose it could be worse: I could live in Alabama.

It’s easy to pontificate from a couch; we need feet on the pavement.