I had planned long ago to take off yesterday and work as an election judge (Democratic) in my home precinct, and Susan did as well - I think she really enjoyed herself at the polls. My problem, of course, was that I was crippled up by the operation, and we weren’t sure what I could do aside of sit someplace and check signatures or something.
So I didn’t go to the setup on Monday night, and I didn’t do the breakdown on Tuesday night. I was brought in on my scooterish thing, and set up as a signature checker. And after a while, they moved me over to the ‘Ask Ed’ area where Mr. Law School and Poly Sci could make judgments and advice on situations where there were irregularities.
And there were several. I also had an obnoxious-at-turns poll watcher who was obviously a-quiver to note efforts of the locals to force people into provisional ballots, and I was annoyed with her. The more who-is-that-woman-anyway sorts on the judge panel were highly unhappy with her, and I said through gritted teeth that I’d rather have someone try and keep us on our toes than not.
The problems with the voters were almost all situations where the voter had moved to a new location, and never changed their registration, were motivated to vote yesterday but….
In one case, the gap between move and vote was twelve years! More often, it was six months to three years. They had gone to the driver’s license bureau for Illinois, and changed their licenses to show the new address, and been asked by the clerk about voter registration, and it just slipped their minds to say - why, yes, I need to be re-registered in the new location as well! *sheesh*
Of course, I’m Mr. Public Citizen. I registered to vote and for the draft on my 18th birthday. I have moved all over the place, and I always take care to re-register wherever. Not everyone has civics and political hooh-hah up my brain as much as I do, but dayum, people.
The one I felt terribly for was a guy who registered as a voter about two months before the election - plenty of time for the election-and even had a original receipt for the registration with him. And he was *not* in the books as a voter. Nowhere. Obviously a glitch in the system. So I discussed this with the other judges…normally, he’d get a provisional ballot and have to check up to make sure it got counted later, but I was willing to give him a full ballot then and there. I got outvoted. The technical judge gave him a provisional ballot, and the guy submitted it, but he was seething. I don’t blame him. I would have been outraged. But the real culprits on this was obviously the board of elections people who didn’t get his thing into the system. (I mean, I was highly impressed that he hung on to the blinking receipt. People don’t do that…)
Things were actually busiest for the first hour - 25 people were in line when we opened. The operation really went very snoothly, and we ran out of “I voted’ stickers around 500 voters. We had one guy who wanted to be chatty with one of the judges who was next to the ballot box, and was going on about the Constitutional Convention and ’socialists’, and I pushed the technical judge on getting him to freakin’ move on already.
Few went for the touchscreen method - mostly younger people. It was slow and clunky…you did a lot faster with a paper ballot.
I kept track of the numbers: 150 by 7:15, 208 by 8 am. There was a brief lull after the commuters left, and then 375 by 10:30, 462 by 11:30, 600 by 2:30 and nearly 900 at the end of the day.
The polling place had a record…of around 1885 voters in the two precincts, about 18% voted early (or by a scattering of absentees) and around 47% voted on election day. It wasn’t as jammed as everyone expected - there was a solid stream almost all the time, but it was obvious that people were motivated to vote. Only one older man needed assistance to vote - he was feeble and only spoke Spanish.
There were numerous glitches in the books on people’s names - Connie, my mother-in-law who lives with us, had her name misspelled ‘CCONSTANCE’ with an extra ‘C’. If you’d have tried to look her up with the computers, you would have had problems…I had a long list of errors.
One precinct tied for Obama and McCain, the precinct with more older voters that I live in - and the other one with more younger families went for Obama by a good margin. The county I live in as a whole went for Obama as well - 55 /45.
I also got interviewed by some school kids (about Mere’s age) as part of a project buring a lull. “Wow, you’ve been working on elections for over 30 years?” Yeah, kids, and I hunted down wooly mammoths with your grandpa, too.
They sent me home at 7, since I couldn’t do much in the tear-down; Connie picked me up, fed me and we waited to see the results with Susan. More on that later.