True Stories about Voting!


"Over the years, I became disenchanted with my government. I grew into an angsty punk rock teenager. The romantic nature of voting—and anything associated with the government I detested—dissolved. . . "


"As I stood in line to cast my vote I saw Keisha. She was leaving the voting room with her head held high, grinning from ear to ear. . ."


"Is it a mistake for me to put hope in a political candidate? . . ."


"As I got out of my car and started walking to the building, I remember feeling excited and full of anticipation. I was doing something important, something I’d thought about doing for years. . ."


"I could suddenly understand some of the 'whys' I had as a child. I woke up to the political battlefield surrounding me. . ."


"It was 1952 and there was an election going on. There were a lot of problems happening too. . ."


"She said that her conservative son always discouraged her from voting, so she was glad to get her vote-by-mail ballot. She invited me to sit down with her and help her fill it out. . ."


"I know now as a woman of color it is my duty to do more / to walk and fight and strike and vote for all the times we were denied before. . ."


"For many of us, the way that election unfolded yanked the wool from our eyes and allowed us to see the corruption and flaws embedded in our current voting system. . ."


"I started to realize some of my opinions were just based on what others had told me. I’d taken these things to be true and supported them without reason. . ."


"I was stunned. I put down my fork and stared at my husband in dramatic silence. “Aren’t you registered to vote?” I finally asked. . ."


"If you want to keep this woman from voting, I will happily call the police and report you for voter discrimination and suppression. I have nothing else to do today. . ."


"'Frivolous idiots,' I threw out, a little louder this time. Nobody descended upon me. They didn’t even glance my way. And why would they? What made me so angry with these dudes was how passive they seemed, how unconcerned. It was the night of the 2016 presidential election, and there they were, casually shooting pool like it was any other Tuesday. . ."


"The sleeping train car came alive! We could finally celebrate the victory. People cheered and hooted, and there were high fives, handshakes, and even some hugs. We laughed and sighed heavily with relief. It seemed that some were taking the first deep breath of their lives. . ."


"As we were standing in the median on a quiet street, a golf cart approached. . ."


"The scary shifts happening at the federal level woke me up to the political landscape all around me. I was seeking ways to make my voice heard. . ."


"Kate Van Roekel’s Heartfelt Community Organizing Principles: Connection, Joy, Bravery, Trickery, Positivity. . ."


"I’m a thirty-year-old Latino male and I don’t exactly have faith in democracy. What I do have faith in is the power of the people coming together and how over the years we have risen upto make change. Strength lies in the people and together we can make a difference. . ."


"A couple months after Obama’s historic win, my family and I were on a sailboat anchored off a small island in the Bahamas. . ."

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