I vote now but for years I exercised my right not to vote, in spite of forces that tried to tell me I was the worst of all possible citizens.
I was raising small children and teaching literature to other people’s big children. My focus was on home, family and a large Old English Sheepdog who was a full time responsibility on her own.
Like Candide I just wanted to take care of my garden.
I tried to avoid the news of the day because I felt helpless and overwhelmed by the impending crises of the times.
- The Coming Ice Age which would send glaciers down our neighborhood streets, carrying away lawn furniture and tomato plants.
- The Hole in the Ozone which would melt the arctic ice caps and bring beach front property to those living in higher elevations.
- The Death of the Oceans which would pretty much curtail those long romantic walks along the beach.
- The Daily Mantra of all the food and drinks which were destined to kill us.
Who would I vote for? The one with the most lawn signs? Who would I vote against? The scariest TV ads? I didn’t have the time or inclination to inform myself on issues or personalities to make intelligent choices.
My hero was the 90-year-old woman who said: "I never vote. It just gives the son of a bitches confidence.”