On Election Night, at around 6, my husband and I walked along our town’s Main Street, as we do every evening. (After Hurricane Sandy left us without power, heat, water or cable, we tried to maintain as much of our regular routine as possible. We also made sure we voted that afternoon.)
We passed the Republican Party’s local office and peered through the window. Fox News was on the TV and the room was filled with a crowd of (I swear this is true) old, white men. They were a morose-looking bunch. One of them turned and we smiled. He returned our smile with a stern, nasty frown. We continued on our walk.
In the next block was the Democratic Party’s local office. We stopped to peer through the window. There were tables filled with various, tasty-looking hors d’oeuvres and chocolates, a cooler full of soda, and somebody was walking around with a bottle of wine, offering to fill any empty glass.
The crowd was diverse and colorfully dressed—teens, women, singles, couples, elderly, children.
Everyone was smiling (though at the time the polls showed Romney in the lead). Someone waved to us through the window and another opened the door. We knew no one but were welcomed heartily, and were grateful to watch the results on TV after being in a media void after the storm.
Boy, did it feel good to be included in that group of well-wishers, uplifters and thoughtful citizens who represent the real backbone and future of this country.