I spent much of the afternoon canvassing for Clinton.
I had a long list of people to contact in a particular suburban neighborhood near my small city. The list was pretty clearly created largely from “demographics”–it included a lot of women, a lot of women over 50 in particular, and what must have been just about every person of color in a couple of heavily white subdivisions.
Most of the people I talked to were enthusiastic Clinton supporters. One elderly man who grew up in India shook my hand and said “She will be the first woman president of the United States, and she will win by a large majority.” A woman told me “Thanks for doing this. I want her to win SO BAD…” I got that sort of thing a lot, especially from African Americans and South Asians.
Not everyone was quite so thrilled. One man just shook his head, with a pained expression on his face, and shut the door. Another said, “I’m sorry, but I just don’t trust her.” Some of the folks who didn’t much like her didn’t have much use for Sanders either. “There’s a lot of thing I don’t like about Hillary,” said one woman, “going back to when she was First Lady, so I just don’t know. One thing I do know for sure–I am NOT voting for Bernie Sanders.” I reminded her that they were the only two candidates running. “Well, I just might not vote at all,” she said. “That would be your decision,” I agreed, and gave her the campaign literature anyway, figuring that if she does go the odds are good that she’ll vote for Clinton. Holding her nose, yes, but a vote is a vote.
I did have one conversation with a woman who said she was truly undecided. Her husband had answered the door, though he wasn’t on my list (he was a Democrat too), and took part in the conversation. I gave her a few reasons to vote my way, which she listened to noncommitally. Then she said, “You know, it’s interesting; you’re coming to talk to me, but when the Bernie people call, it’s always for him”–pointing to her husband. “Probably a demographic thing,” I said, “since women vote pretty heavily for Clinton and men tend to support Sanders.” “Probably,” she said, “but I have to tell you, what I like about what you’re doing is, you’re listening to both of us. When they call for him”–pointing again–“and I tell them he’s not home, do they want to talk to me, they always say, no thanks, and they hang up.” She shook her head. “I’m not going to tell you what I think that’s all about,” she said, “but I will say I don’t think much of it, and I imagine you can connect the dots pretty well.” I suspect she’ll vote, and I suspect it’ll be–reluctantly–for Clinton. Guess I’ll never know!
Then there was the man who was unenrolled (he was not on my list, of course; his wife, who was on my list, was staunchly for Clinton) who said, “Whatever happens, don’t let that Trump guy win…between you and me, he’s an asshole…”
The polls in my county are only open from noon to nine pm, not the six am to nine pm they usually are in general elections; that caused some confusion. Hopefully not fatally! We’ll see what happens tomorrow.