I grew up in Orange County, California. The land of Nixon. I went to school with HR Haldeman’s kids. My mother’s family was %100 Republican. My father’s family was %100 apathetic non-voters(“It’s just a plot to rope you into jury duty!”)
As an idealistic adolecent, I was quick to clue into the hypocracy around me. I remember the outcry in OC when the Veitnamese refugees started showing up after “they let their country go commie”. I remember the familiar refrain, “The only difference between Nixon and other presidents is that he got caught!” My father saw it, too, and made sure I wasn’t buying any of it. Although, I’m sure he’d be ashamed, my Dad is the one who molded me into the good Democrat I am today.
When I voted in the 1984 California primaries, the poll worker at my Orange County precinct asked my name. When I told her she looked at her list of registered voters and exclaimed, “Oh, you’re the one!” before handing me the Democratic primary ballot.
Although I’m not nearly as idealistic or rebelious as I once was and am now a home owner in a fairly high tax-bracket, I still pretty much vote the Dem. ticket, mostly because I’ve never agreed with any Republican’s platform and I’ve gotten used to our (the Demorcats’) much roomier tent.
“I don’t belong to any organized political party. I’m a Democrat!” - Will Rodgers (I think)