Slice of cafeteria life

Verbatim snippet from today’s lunch with my fifth-grade-son and his friends.

The name “Barack Obama” comes up randomly in a conversation that had been, thus far, mostly about football teams.

Boy 1: “I don’t like Barack Obama.”

Boy 2, who is (incidentally) African American: “Why? Because he’s black?”

Boy 1: “No. Do you want to know why?”

(No one responds. This does not deter Boy 1.)

Boy 1: “My mom has a small business. And because of Barack Obama…”

Boy 2, grinning, interrupts: “I follow Obama on Twitter.”

Boy 1, now distracted, “I follow Snape! I wrote to him once but he didn’t write back.”

Me, sotto voce, to my son: “Does he know Snape isn’t a real person?”

Son, for some reason looking strangely relieved, shrugs.


Can we just vote, already?

In Virginia we seem to have a major election every year, not just biennially. This year we’ll elect all of our state House of Delegates as well as a new governor. (All signs point to our getting a real winner there, a guy for whom 1952 is not just the “good old days,” it’s where he thinks we actually are now. Look for Virginia to resegregate our schools and outlaw the Pill completely in coming months.)

So every October and early November we suffer a deluge of automated phone calls and political junk mail. Amongst today’s seven (7) pieces of political mail was a “letter” to me “from” the wife of Bob Marshall, our seven-term state delegate.

Against my better judgement, I opened the letter, wondering what language a wife would use to defend her husband’s 30 years of actively working against a woman’s right to have any authority over her own body.

Funnily enough, she didn’t mention all the times her husband has fought to outlaw women’s access to contraception and abortion. But she did brag, “I am proud that my husband authored the Virginia One Man – One Woman Marriage Amendment”.

Aw. But, really, what woman wouldn’t be proud of her husband for framing the words with which his commonwealth moved from discriminating de facto to discriminating de jure?

This woman, for one. So Byron, I apologize. I have been too hard on you. You aren’t perfect, but you would never ask me to beam proudly as you trampled on people’s civil rights. Tell you what – mess up all you want this weekend. I’m giving you a freebie.


We voted

So, Election Day is finally here. The bad news is that when we went to vote (with wagon, crayons, and bribe candy in tow), we walked right in and didn’t have to wait for so much as a second to either check in or get a machine.

The good news is that, when Aidan hit the “wrong answer” on the page for the Senate race, the machine actually let us back out and fix it.

Also good news, out front there were five volunteers handing out Democratic sample ballots, and only one Republican. Usually that ratio is 0:1, not 5:1. As we walked by, one of the Democrats was saying something to the Republican about how he must be cold without a jacket. The Republican responded that he was just trying to get used to the kind of austerity he would have to live under if Obama was elected. Which is a pretty funny answer (and everyone on both sides of the path laughed).

Mack hit the choice for president, Aidan for senator, Reid for the representative and all four of us hit the “Record Your Vote Now” button together.

Then we went in the hallway and I cried and they ate peanut butter cups.


He can't vote

I was watching the video of Obama’s victory speech Thursday night and I got a little misty. Aidan came in and wanted to know what was up. I explained that pretty soon George Bush wouldn’t be president anymore, and other people were trying to be president, including this guy, Obama. I said that I like him because he believes we need to help people and change things in the USA.

Aidan cocked his head and asked, “Will he keep us safe?”