My participation in past elections has been largely limited to the early morning or last-minute evening dash to my precinct. I'm one of those who tend to vote largely along party lines, partly because of my belief in the ideals of my party and also because I do have not enough information about each candidate running.
Regardless of the ridiculously overwhelming amount of campaign materials, which clog my mailbox at each election time, I end up just as ignorant about many of these candidates. Arguably, the over-information and misinformation shoved recklessly into my mailbox daily results in cathartic effect that leads me to more so ignore candidates with the wider carbon footprint.
Also, it does not help that in local elections the size of the forum is more limited and the chatter of other districts, counties and even states often compete with each other, drowning out what may be salient to me in the airwaves. There's also the spin-factor that adds to the clutter. Everyone appears to be often for and seldom against something even if the issue is communicated from opposing views. Then there's the sound byte that sometimes trumps the essence of the campaign narrative itself.
In the local elections that just passed, I have come to realize that I am fortunate enough to have access to all such inputs to begin with. Volunteering for an organization that advocates greater access of ethnic minorities in the polls, I realize that language is still a barrier for some. While I've come across no serious issues that may have barred one from fulfilling his or her electoral duty, it must have been tough for those who are not yet too comfortable in their English. Translated materials and interpreters were on hand, of course, but I can just imagine how daunting it might have been, especially for those voting for the first time.
Even then I marvel at the zeal exhibited by those who've come armed only with a few words to get them started, "Do you speak Spanish?" I admire those who cared to ask for help even in their broken English or, more confidently, in their own native language, "Who else can help me?"
I was particularly captured by the spirit of this Bengalese gentleman. When I asked him to fill-up an exit poll questionnaire that I just handed him, he earnestly responded, "Yes, please read me your questions and write down what I answer." Now, I assumed he either had vision problems or else was not that familiar with the alphabet, so I complied. After my first few questions though, turning to him, I realized that he had closed his eyes presumably to focus on the questions that I read out to him. With his eyes closed and a serious fold evident between his brows, I sensed his intent in capturing fully every question that I gave. He evoked the same look of attention and care as he gave me his answers. He had just come out of the polling place, and I felt his sense of pride and accomplishment having fared just as well, or even better, answering the real questions presented to him at the ballot.
I wonder if he voted every candidate in his party. I wonder too how informed he was on the candidates and their campaign issues before he came to vote. I wonder if he took the time to study each flier that came to his mailbox and to listen to what the candidates have to say on the airwaves. Did he see through their spin? Did he isolate and identify what is important to him through all the clutter?
Returning home from my volunteer duties, I proceeded to my own precinct to vote. I took an extra minute or so to sort through all the different names listed on the voting machine. Some names were more prominent than others. The rest remained a blur to me, and on those, like in elections before, I based my decision based on their political affiliation. Next time, I said to myself, I will take greater care and attention, thanks to the inspiration brought to me by that man from Bangladesh that I spoke with this morning.