Election 2012: Family lessons and the right to a secret ballot

For the upcoming 2012 election, the author offers family history and advice for her daughter who recently turned 18.

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A lone voter in a voting booth marks her ballot at Precinct 111 in Oklahoma City, Okla., on June 26, 2012. The author urges her daughter to talk the right to vote seriously for her first election.

Congratulations, my dear Anna. In a week you will be eligible to vote in these United States. You didn’t waste any time telling me that you’re keeping your own counsel when it comes to selecting your candidates.

All I can say, my dear, is that you are a chip off the old block. By now you know that my father, your Papa Harold, was the guy who flew flags out all the windows of our house for every American holiday. Without fail, no matter where he was, he’d put his hand on his heart whenever he heard a patriotic song. He sang the national anthem off-key with a fervor that more than made up for the flat notes he hit.

My father never told another soul for whom he voted. Ever. Not even my mother. She learned to stop asking. As a kid, I took on the ultimate challenge to find out if Papa Harold voted for FDR. (Yes, he was very much a man of the 20th century who had a stake in that long-ago election). Figuring out Papa Harold required careful, constant observation coupled with an extravagant imagination. He was like the puzzle in the newspaper that he and I did every Sunday night. The clues were purposely ambiguous so that two choices seemed plausible. Just one mistake, though, and all was lost. When the correct answers were published on the following Thursday, he’d say there’s always next time. That’s good old-fashion American optimism, Anna.

I understand why the secret ballot was so important to Papa Harold. He would want me to impress upon you the significance of it through the history of suffrage in the United States a history rife with sexism, racism, xenophobia and ageism. He’d want you to know that following the trajectory of African-American voting in this country is a crucial civics lesson that you must never forget a lesson that you were first exposed to in grammar school. The timeline alone reflects the long and harsh struggle of civil rights in this country. Shortly after African-Americans were given the right to vote, poll taxes, grandfather clauses and literary tests were designed to prevent them from even registering in many Southern states. The poll tax was effectively in place until the ratification of the 24th amendment in 1964.

Another fact I’d like you to know is that your great-grandmother cast her first vote when she was twenty-nine years old and the mother of two children. Voting has always been a hard-earned privilege. People yearn for the right to vote. I know that you understand that there are still places in the world where voting is a revolutionary act. And there are other places where people are willing to die for the right to vote.

Politics is also a cautionary tale about how words and deeds can be twisted to ruin a person’s reputation. Remember the Jewish fable about the feathers in a pillow I told you when you were a little girl? It had to do with the consequences of gossip. Talking poorly, or as you might say, talking trash about a person, has the effect of a wind that blows pillow feathers everywhere. It’s impossible to gather all of them together just as it is nearly hopeless to fix the damage done to a person’s reputation by careless remarks.

Aside from protecting his precious and few moments of privacy, Papa Harold imparted to me that voting was as sacred as prayer. The Constitution was his liturgy. He never maligned political candidates. He spoke about them in the larger context of our imperfect yet precious democracy. He was fond of quoting Mark Twain that democracy was flawed, but it was the best form of government on the face of the planet.

Remember when I took you and Adam to the voting booth with me? It saddened me when the two of you noticed our polling place was so empty. But it’s no surprise. In 2000, the US ranked 139 out of 172 in voter participation worldwide. Only 57 percent of the eligible voters in the US voted in the 2008 presidential election. The mayors of many American cities are elected by less than 10 percent of the electorate. And the statistic that cuts to the bone for me: Half of the children in the United States live in homes where no one votes.

My dear Anna, don’t buy cigarettes or elope. But please vote. Invoke the secret ballot if you wish. It’s your inalienable right. This country belongs to you. It’s my turn to learn from you. It’s my obligation to respect your choices. No matter whom you vote for, I know you can do better for our country than my generation.

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Judy Bolton-Fasman blogs at The Judy Chronicles.

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