T. Middy said he would blast "Ode to Joy" through the house (and, in fact, the neighborhood) if Obama won the presidency, so that's exactly what he's doing now. I had to go out on the porch to hear the crackle of fireworks and/or gunfire around the city of New Orleans.
It's only just after 10 PM here: we didn't think there'd be an answer so soon. (When does the Marxism start?)
On TV we're flicking between BBC, MSNBC, NBC, and (for fun) Fox. In Chicago, Oprah and Jesse Jackson are weeping. In Phoenix, John McCain is giving his concession speech. There's a jubilant crowd outside the White House, another in Times Square. Bush has called Obama to congratulate him. The polls on the West Coast only closed less than half an hour ago.
This has been the most anxious day. I kept waking up in the night, driving TM crazy by asking IS IT TIME YET? That is, time to get up and vote. We walked to McMain High School a little after eight AM. There were no long lines. People were cheerful, taking photos. I took photos, but I haven't had time to download them. In our district we were voting on five different races, and numerous amendments. A sign on the curtained voting booths told us we only had three minuted. There was a giant touch screen, with everything clearly laid out; it was easy to use. We were in and out pretty quickly.
Then there was just the waiting ...
All the neutral grounds were clogged with signs for various candidates, as ever; people holding signs at intersections urged us to honk if we supported their candidate. Many of the run-offs (like the contest for DA and member of the House of Representatives) were between two Democratic candidates. Orleans Parish is staunchly Democrat, unlike the rest of the state. Talk of red and blue states isn't very accurate: cities like New Orleans are always Democrat, in part because of our large black population.
TM finished work early so we could go a-canvassing together. First we had to go to the HQ on Canal Street, near Jeff Davis; then we were sent to a street in the Seventh Ward to meet with the canvassing coordinators. This is a black neighborhood, an old Creole neighborhood. It was not long after four PM: street parties were already going on. In an empty lot, at a temporary Obama camp, organizers were handing out clipboards and information. We discussed places other canvassers had been sent: New Orleans East, Mid City. But when we said we lived Uptown, they sent us there, to Louisiana Avenue near the river.
We were to do a four-by-four block circuit, knocking on doors, handing out information, reminding voters the polls were open until eight PM, and providing phone numbers if people needed to know where to vote or how to report a problem. This took a lot longer than we thought it would. It gets dark early here now, so I was glad to be on this particular mission with TM. A lot of the people we spoke to reminded us to "be safe". Almost everyone who answered the door to us had already voted. Only two people told us they'd voted for McCain; one couple told us they'd voted for Nader, and they were suitably apologetic. Three different households were holding Obama parties tonight, and we got invitations to all of them. One guy even waved us in, so TM was standing in his hallway, shouting "We're from the Obama campaign!" down his hallway. Kids told us their parents had voted. One old white lady waited until we were on the next porch to tell us "I don't like your candidate."
One man came to the door in an Obama "Progress" shirt, and he told us he'd worn it illicitly to the polls today, concealing it under a sweatshirt. A younger guy had a green O'Bama t-shirt on; he said his mother was working on the phone banks. Some people weren't home yet, and when we rang their doorbells, their home-alone dogs went completely mental. On one porch, three crazy kittens ran circles around me. We got a good look inside a number of houses, peering through doors and windows, looking over the shoulders of home-owners. I now envy a number of high ceilings and wrought-iron gates.
It's a mixed neighborhood, rich and not rich at all, black, white, Hispanic. Most of the houses were built in the nineteenth century. Two households were Spanish speakers who could only speak enough English to tell us they couldn't speak English; they looked at our Obama t-shirts, smiled, and shook their heads. In one house, the woman who answered the door told us they were non-citizens. "But we want Obama to win," she said. A European socialist, no doubt.
After two hours, we drove back to the temporary HQ on Annette Street, but it was dark and gated; I called our organizer, Daniella, on her cell phone and she told me we should just keep the clipboards and left-over leaflets. So we drove to Felipe's to buy margaritas, where I saw one of my former students, and then returned home, dusty and tired. It's a very humid evening. I thought it would be a long night, but I was wrong.
Barack Obama is on stage now in Chicago, about to give his victory speech. Thank god.
A pretty exciting election for your first as a 'Merican. Glad you made it back in time.
Posted by: TLB | November 09, 2008 at 02:55 AM
This reads really well, and it put a lot of emotions into prospective. A global event!
Thank you Paula.
I suppose that by now you know how it went in New Zealand....
Posted by: Alessandra | November 10, 2008 at 01:37 AM