All the money in the world ...
Is no match for what we’re building
Excerpt from The White Pages by Garret Bucks
My wife and I voted yesterday morning. By that point, a Senator had been already been talking all night long. I recognize all the critiques, about performative versus substantive politics and all that. And sure, I suppose we could all be a little braver, a little more reckless, a little more principled. But I’ve never stood that long for anything in my life, and I had recently begged elected Democrats to create more spectacles, so I was delighted. Like all things, it’s only a waste of time if it’s the last step rather than the first.
Compared to speaking for an entire day, voting is easy. Kjersti and I have lived in the same house for almost fifteen years, a true fact that I still don’t quite believe. The proof is in the muscle memory. Fifteen years in one house means fifteen years of walking to the same polling place every Election Day, dodging potholes in our alley, saying hi to the front yard chickens along the way, and opening the heavy front doors of our neighborhood elementary school. In those early election days, we still weren’t sure if we’d have kids. A couple years later, we hauled infants in front packs, lovingly placing “I voted” stickers on chubby baby bellies. These days, that school means far more to us than just a place where we vote every few months. That’s the thing about community. You can’t just buy your way in. It takes time.
Cont’d
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