2004-11-02 - 3:26 p.m.
The Poor Voter on Election Day
To-day, of all the weary year,
A king of men am I.
To-day, alike are great and small,
The nameless and the known;
My palace is the people's hall,
The ballot-box my throne!
The rich is level with the poor,
The weak is strong to-day;
And sleekest broadcloth counts no more
Than homespun frock of gray.
To-day let pomp and vain pretence
My stubborn right abide;
I set a plain man's common sense
Against the pedant's pride.
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand!
-John Greenleaf Whittier
I remember being very young, and going to vote with my dad. As an immigrant, he thought it very important that I know what voting was and why I should do it. He held me in his arms and let me punch the card. I felt very important.
The Professor is a little too young for this, but she goes along with us. She went with her mother today. I took her to the primaries in August. I don't care who you vote for, just vote.
