I spent Election Day in Pennsylvania, canvassing to get out the vote for the Obama campaign. After checking the NY Times electoral map religiously every day for the past six months, it was clear McCain had to win Pennsylvania in order to win the election. It was also clear I needed to get out more.
Anything was preferable to spending Election Day waiting for the evening returns to start coming in, so when I received a mass email from bassist Kevin Ray asking for volunteers to canvas around Lansdale, PA, I jumped at the chance.
I drove out to Lansdale, PA, about two hours from Brooklyn, to canvas in the nearby town of Hatfield with Kevin and pianist James Weidman. You may think that three people canvassing together was overkill, but when you’re in a strange neighborhood, following vague Google maps and trying to keep track of which residents you spoke to and what they said, it actually helps.
I did not know Kevin very well before Tuesday, but that day I was grateful to learn that there is at least one person on the planet with a worse sense of direction than me. (Billy has a nickname for me. He calls me “Babylon”, because we once ended up in Babylon, L.I., while trying to get to my cousin’s law office in Baldwin, L.I.) Fortunately James did an excellent job as our de facto navigator.
The way canvassing works, at least on Election Day, is that you are given a list of people to visit who are believed to be supporters of your candidate. Your job is to make sure they get to the polls, by informing them of their polling place, finding out if they need a ride, or simply reminding them how important their vote is. If nobody is home you leave a door tag with their polling place on it. The outcome of each visit is mark it on your sheet, and another canvassing team is supposed to follow up later with another visit.
The poor people in these swing states. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have people constantly knocking on your door for weeks before the election. As a canvasser you always end up unwittingly knocking on a few McCain doors, or you get a “split household”.
There was the McCain supporter wearing Khakis playing with his guns in the garage who was nice enough to fetch his Obama-leaning son for us. As we left, dad said glumly, “Don’t worry. He’s gonna win.” I told him, “We’re liberals. We worry about everything!” That remark elicited what was probably the only chuckle of his day.
There was the woman who just stared grimly at me when I gave her my standard tag line, “Can we count on your support today?” After several seconds of awkward silence, I finally said quietly,”You can say ‘no’ if you want to.” She said “no”.
We also met some people who, for the first time in years, were excited to be voting, and thanked us for coming by. It was amazing to see the enthusiasm people had.
The three of us did a lot of walking around that day. At around 6:30pm we were back at headquarters, ready to let the evening shift take over and head back to NY. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity. We heard a rumor that turnout was not as high as had been hoped for in Lansdale. The head of the Lansdale team approached us as we sat drinking eating home-made chili and turkey sandwiches, and asked if we would consider going out again to some streets where, although for some reason they didn’t have the normal documentation to guide us as to which houses to go to, they believed there were a lot of Obama supporters who might not have gotten out to vote.
We were pretty tired at this point, but he pointed out there was only an hour and a half until the polls closed. An hour and a half left, after two years of campaigning! How could we turn him down? So out we trudged, to disturb people sitting at the dinner table, or trying to get their kids ready for bed. This part of the day was not so fun. After a couple of blocks it was clear that everyone who was going to vote had voted by now and we decided to head back to HQ.
Around 8pm we decided it was time to take off. I had driven from Brooklyn separately, so we said our goodbyes and left. I got in my car and turned on NPR. By now we’d heard that Obama had won New Hampshire. As I was getting buckled in, I heard Michele Norris say that Pennsylvania had just been called for Obama. I thought, “Did she say Pennsylvania?’ Then Robert Siegel said,” Did you say Pennsylvania?” He sounded as surprised as I was. From inside the campaign headquarters, I heard a loud cheer that sounded like a roar. We had done it! I went back in to celebrate, and we took these photos.

