For the boot-strapping individualist, it may seem futile to cast one tiny vote into an ocean of votes. But whether we see it or not, we’re each members of many collectives and what gives any collective it’s power is faith in practice.
Voting is an act of faith.
In PA, I used to take time out of my work day, show up to my polling precinct, wait in line, check in, and then step into a little booth drawing the curtain to enter my secret ballot.
In OR, it’s like a Social Studies correspondence course open-book test. I love the convenience and appreciate the provided reading material. I can do a little online research, talk it out with others, and take my time, then I mail it in.
Each method has the potential of creating barriers for voters, or limiting opportunities to connect in meaningful ways, but that doesn’t diminish the critical importance of doing one’s duty.
Thank you for keeping the faith, my fellow voter collective, wherever you are! We are stronger together.