from Lillian’s Right to Vote: A Celebration of the Voting Rights Act of 1965
written and illustrated by Jonah Winter
Schwartz & Wade Books, 2015
I vote. Period. I feel the responsibility. I always have.
Some people don’t vote. They all have reasons, some bad, some not quite so bad. (judgementalism, oops.) But really, this is my chance to make a difference. The people on my ballot today are local: school board members, city council hopefuls, judges, and the mayor. Issues will affect people in my city, my county, and my state.
I remember voting with my mom..
When my girls were small, we’d pile into the car and head out to the fire station, transformed into a polling place for the day. We’d collect the pencils, nail files, and postcards, meant to encourage last-minute choices. We’d walk up to the registrar. I’d sign my name.
Then we’d walk into the actual booth. Since I didn’t allow the kids to pull the levers, even though they really, really, wanted to, one was the curtain closer and one was the opener.
I won’t say I never missed a chance to vote. But I voted on an absentee ballot when I was away at school. I voted in person when my oldest daughter was a month old. I voted early when I knew I would be on vacation.
I voted last year when the choice was so important. I don’t really understand the Electoral College very well, but I think some significant improvements can be made. Something that considers the popular vote and each state’s majority might be a good place to start.
I voted when my kids were small. They saw me do it. Now they vote, too. They take their kids.
Some things don’t change; and they are fine the way they are.