Thursday, October 23, 2008
Why We Vote
People are either republican or democrat, conservative or republican. But this says nothing about why we vote for John McCain or Barack Obama. It is not issues. Issues are the window dressing we paint over our biases. The reason we vote the way we do goes back to childhood. Did we hear dad use the N word? Did we grow up on a farm? Did dad nash his teeth about taxes and swear the minorites were all getting a free ride. Did we see race riots on television? Were our parents vocal about their politics? If you are a republican then you probaby had some of this. Maybe there was a sense that other people were getting things unfairly. Maybe country music played in the car. Maybe the city was viewed as dangerous, a place where bad people went to do bad things. Maybe the corporation was viewed as something that would take care of your family. Maybe you were a jock instead of a burnout. Maybe you don't like to read novels. Maybe your brother or sister was a screwup. Maybe someone in your family was in the military. Someone died in a war. If you are a democrat then you probably grew up in a household of books. Maybe your parents listened to the Beatles. Maybe you lived in the city. Maybe you listened to the Beatles. Maybe you were the weird kid who didn't fit in. Maybe you read under the covers. Maybe you smoked. Maybe your dad was an academian. Maybe your mother taught at inner city schools. Maybe you watched them glued to the television during the Watergate hearings. Maybe you lived in an integrated neighborhood. Maybe you had black friends. Maybe you are black. Maybe your parents believed in bussing. Maybe you did drugs and read Catcher In The Rye twenty times. Maybe you had long hair. Now a tatto. Maybe you hated sports, never worked for a corporation. Maybe your parents were hippies. Maybe you were poor. Maybe your parents read The New York Times on Sunday and disussed it at the kitchen table. Maybe you had an abortion. Maybe your sister had an abortion. Maybe your brother joined the Peace Corp. Maybe someone was killed in a war. Maybe you got stoned in the basement and burned incense. By the time we are of voting age, our minds are pretty made up. We are who we are. Issues are the paper we slip over the package. That's all.