"I Didn’t Know I Could Vote"
I just came back from eight hours canvassing swing exurban neighborhoods 20 miles south of Seattle. Walking two precincts, I left materials on about a hundred doors, spoke to a dozen or so people who’d already voted, and told a handful how to turn in their absentee ballots. It was easy to feel that my efforts were nice but redundant.
Then I knocked on a nondescript house and a man in his late forties answered the door. He had chains tattooed on ...
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