NY polls supposedly open at 6. The one in our neighborhood let us cool our heels in a long line until 6:30. The venue is an Episcopal church, in the door, down one narrow hall, 90° turn, down another narrow hall, then down into a room already overstuffed with 8 or 9 old-fashioned no-electricity fully mechanical lever-operated steel blue voting machines plus 3 tables at which you give your name, they find it in the book, get you to sign, then fill out a card to keep track of who did indeed vote.
Each table is for one of 4 election districts. Approximately 65% of the people have some notion what their district is, the rest have no idea and therefore no idea which table to go to. The long snaky line down the narrow halls suddenly tries to fan out into four lines headed for the four tables, but what with people coming back the other way after they voted, people coming back from tables and headed for the voting machines getting in the way of those trying to get to the tables, and the volunteer folks squeezed in operating external levers on the voting machines and handing those cards back and forth, and the handful of lost souls oozing around trying to find the right election district table & machine, plus some volunteer impartial observers, it’s absolute unmitigated chaos. 45 minutes from end of line to voting booth, and that was at crack of dawn. I doubt it will get better as the day rolls on.
It’s like what you’d expect if some country that had never had voting but had read about it in books, and was doing it for the first time.
It’s embarrassing, frankly.